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EMPIRE
Dec 21, 2022 11:42:36 GMT
Post by sturgeon on Dec 21, 2022 11:42:36 GMT
This cap grabbed my attention from the start, with its vivid description of an alien landscape, using confident language sensitive to rhythm: "The air, you would swear, has a sweet bouquet".
The schtick is selfish humans on an Avatar-style quest for the precious resources of an innocent and beautiful planet. But the tone is less Avatar, and more Barbarella, with the humour coming largely from references to popular SF/fantasy, and breast jokes.
The alien species are portrayed as feckless and naïve, to the extent that our antihero has no trouble colonising their planet, in a clear allusion to the USA's conquest of Native Americans.
So it's funny, and it's satirical, and not at all subtle. But is it a work of monkey-touching genius? No. It's an amusing diversion, and perhaps if I'd got out of bed on the right side of the reef this morning that would have been enough, but today I'm voting no.
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EMPIRE
Dec 29, 2022 16:05:55 GMT
Post by bulldust on Dec 29, 2022 16:05:55 GMT
Bulldust here again, bringing joy and happiness to your holidays.
This year Santa asked the Bulldog to fill in for Rudolph who was recovering from syphilis back at the pole. I told the fat guy to choke on it. Last time he asked for a favor, the Bullmeister ended up on an ice float with nothing but an empty bottle of tequila and Mrs. Claus’ shawl.
This cap, Empire, is a satire about human colonization and the mistreatment of indigenous peoples. It’s heavy handed, seemingly intentionally so, and a bit sophomoric. While the Bulldude is always up for a titty joke, it seems like the entire cap is centered around inflating boobs.
So, although this was good for a giggle or two, it didn’t strike the Bull as monkey worthy. So no.
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EMPIRE
Jan 6, 2023 21:02:57 GMT
Post by rorschalk on Jan 6, 2023 21:02:57 GMT
Alas, alack. This nascent cap shot down by too many titties to capture the consscience of this king. Tis a puzzlement and a shame. The VC shall be alerted to this sorry happenstance only after I have showered, it being nigh on 7 days since last I felt the solace of hot running water deluging the scaly countenance of my skin.
Hark, I must away!
The balrog didn't much appreciate the buggering I gave it and has vowed to hunt me down and salt away my meat for future gorgings if it so happens to be able to best me in Festivus's airing of grievances and the subsequent contestations of the vaunted feats of strength.
Quick. Exuent stage left with all the clarion calls and emoluments afforded the owner of this very exclusive Little Orphan Annie decoder ring. And remember, kids: Drink more Ovaltine!"
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