Skyfire's Magic Roundabout (Thanks Socket Ryanist) - I'm no mathematician, but I'm starting to see a pattern in most webcomics. Since my daily encounters with math revolve around struggling to figure out what 15% of my restaurant tab is (those all-you-can-eat hot wings don't walk themselves to the table), my formula may be a bit off, but I think you'll get my point:
(Unlimited motivation) x (Marginal talent) = Anthropomorphic foxes making wry comments about the lack of parking at the artist's community college.
Case in point: Skyfire's Magic Roundabout, a comic so terrible it requires two free hosting sources to contain all its bile. Besides the prerequisite furry shit (which I know is every bit as fun a target as Scientology these days), we get some awesome non-sequitur "humor" so terrible a Burger King ad exec would turn up his nose at it . Here is my personal favorite:
While there are a number of things wrong with this piece - nothing created by this person should look as smug as the snake in the second panel, for instance - I'm most concerned with the comic's corresponding journal entry, which says:
BTW, that pedestal was drawn with what I learned from those perspective lessons.
The only thing we can hope is that the same person who taught him those "perspective lessons" also teaches him about things like "breathing" and "driving in heavy traffic," and that those lessons net similar results. While I'm sure Mr. Skyfire has a great life writing jokes on Popsicle sticks once he passes ART-D101 How To Use A Ruler Without Inadvertently Castrating Yourself, I think I'll stick with old Calvin and Hobbes compilations for my comic fix. The Internet puts a lot of things to good use, but comics, apparently, aren't one of them.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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