Deathmatch: Das Concludin’s


Poor Clancy.

Thanks everyone who submitted to my will and to the first Deathmatch extravaganza. A few of you made it in too late, and to be fair will be shot in neck and left out of this particular contest, but there’s always next time.

Learned a lot, actually, from the the results of the guidelines I set out, not the least of which is the fact that a disturbing percentage of you don’t seem to fathom the concept of guidelines, so next time the rules will be even more heinous and defined, allowing for even less of the filth

to pass through the quality filters. Pretty cool, huh? I think so, too. That’s all to be fine tuned in the future, but one thing I know for certain is that no one will be allowed to send in photographs of drawings. I swear, I got so many entries that looked like they were drawn on binder paper between remedial classes and then photographed with the free camera phone that came with their parents’ family plan that I could fill an entire other flickr set with them. No more of that, you you chintzy bastards.

But I gotta say, it’s a pretty decent haul, all in all, and it’ll actually be pretty tough to pick winners. I have a few people pleading to be part of the post mortem mutilation of some of the worst of the worst, so even deciding that will be a bit of a trick.

For those who haven’t checked out all the entries, or those who have done so but just can’t get enough punishment, go HERE to enjoy fine Bigfoot renderings.