A Scarcely Updated Collection Of Vague Scrawlings By The Member Known As MeechMunchie
I think I've got just about enough pieces of art to justify creating my own art thread now. My Photoshop ablility is painfully slow, so my current project will not be seen for a while. HOWEVER, I can knock up a quick sketch in an hour or so, whick allows me to present an idea even though the odds are the artwork itself will never be finished. I will attempt to keep this purely Odd, since otherwise I will be liable to upload every vague doodle I do. So, without further ado:
Meech scars - AO rock art on the left, AE Necrum style on the right. http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...5&d=1241163441 My mockery of the fate of Glukkons and their lifestyle/evolution. http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...7&d=1242392919 A picture I drew for the Oddiday thread - yes, I know you can see the sky through his mouth. http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...1&d=1261142935 A depiction of what I think a native Slig looks like - caring, muscular and healthy. Also, cute Sliglets. http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...1&d=1262793704 I hope to redo this in Photoshop someday, but this is a sketch of Chag and Dore - my and mollucks assistant's respective characters in AlexFili's wonderful horror RPG, 'The Creeper' - in their final DRAMATIC ESCAPE from the collapsing factory. This is right at the end, as they shoot down the entrance hall (I can't draw massive warehouses). http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...1&d=1262793704 And finally, two pieces which aren't Oddworld but I am proud of: Ink sketch of me as an Argonian of the Elder Scrolls series. http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...1&d=1262793704 A self-portrait that needs no explanation. http://www.oddworldforums.net/attach...1&d=1262793704 That's all folks! My current project - a 'Hang In There, Baby!' poster with a legless Slig replacing the cat - will not be done for a while. |
The name Sliglets is cute. The Progress drawing has to be the best one of them all.
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I love the Second Slig one and the Meech arts
I find the native slig kinda creepy |
The glukkon evolution is a funny idea! It looks like there's a time when they noticed they barely had to use their hands (as humans would have to) as the sligs became their mindless soldiers to do exactly as they said. So, back to the ground, replace the old legs. Haha.
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That babies picture reminds me of when Spider has to care for the babies in one of Sl'askia's stories. Thanks for giving the shoutout to my Creeper story :D Awesome picture.
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Great art, I wish I could draw. The native slig one's really nice, kinda reminds me of the zerg hydralisk
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DAMNIT MEECH! GLUKKONS WALK ON THEIR HANDS!!!
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If you're reffering to the evolution chart, the glukkon is in fact walking on his hands.
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Mars, you've said that before and were also told before that it is walking on its hands. i'm not arguing with you anymore.
i am loving the Chag & Dore representation incredibly. very nice sketch. |
Hey great work man!
Love the Glukkon evolution picture :) I remember the art book having one on munch and I always wondered how the other characters evolved :p |
Thankyou everyone(ish)!
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It barely looks like it's evolving that way, okay!
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be quiet.
Splat? |
Nice work Meech, I really like the last slig sketch! The santa hat slig makes me smile :p
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they're all great pictures, my favourites are the evolution and the dramatic escape. The escape is just like I pictured it in my head when I was reading the RPG.
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The Un-Update
1) This thread will also accomodate my fiction, if I write any.
2) Mainly for my benefit, I will shift some fanwork from other threads here so it's easier to find. From the Oddiday thread: A song from a Slig describing how you can take advantage of Glukkon's lenience around Christmas due to high profits: I'm Gonna Get A Christmas Pay Rise To the tune of Slade's 'Merry Christmas Everybody' Why're you hanging in your sleeping bag on the wall In the time when every Slig just has a ball? 'Cause though the workers are too happy And your pants seize up in the snow Your boss is gonna let that warning go... Be-cau-ause... Christmas is the highest spending time In all of the financial year You're gonna get a pay bonus And a complimentary bee-ee-eer... You're gonna get a much much bigger gun And then it will be time to have some fun All those snivelling Mudokons You're gonna make them pay For pestering you on 'Extra Extra Nap Day'... Christmas is the highest spending time In all of the financial year You're gonna get a pay bonus And a complimentary bee-ee-eer... What do you do when the cameras are turned? The Glukkons just won't care At all... At all... Though the company presents are really cheap You'll get an extra chance to catch some sleep 'Cause even a grumpy Glukkon Will be filed with evil glee When he thinks of all that sweet sweet dirty money... Christmas is the highest spending time In all of the financial year You're gonna get a pay bonus And a complimentary bee-ee-eer... Yes, Christmas is the highest spending time In all of the financial year You're gonna get a pay bonus (IT'S NAAAPTIIIME!) And a complimentary bee-ee-eer... From TOWFFCFFC 2009: My story of Sub, a worker Mudokon, and the events leading to his attempted escape from RuptureFarms. It does alternate between present and flashback, so be careful. Attempted Escapee #224 By MeechMunchie Running. That was all he had left. Sub tried to concentrate on getting as far away as possible, his heart pounding in his chest and his feet pounding into the rusting metal platform. He knew the route better than he knew himself; he just needed to avoid the bullets flying around his head. It was only a matter of time before one of the Sligs got lucky. Reaching the end of the walkway, he took a flying leap across the gap, clanking factory machinery stretching down into the void below. *** RuptureFarms was, by nature, a deathtrap. Sub was a fast thinker, and had so far avoided any serious accidents. Others, however... they were not so lucky. Some of the things he had seen brought him to tears when he thought of them. Mutilated Mudokon bodies, torn to pieces by meat blades. Brothers fleeing, looks of pure terror etched on their faces as they were mauled to death by bloodthirsty Slogs. Distended corpses sprawled across the factory floor, crushed by falling carcasses... He was determined not to let any more of these things happen. He and his friends had taken it upon themselves to teach new recruits to survive, to take care of the injured and keep up the morale of the bereaved. Together, they could dare to dream of better things to come. *** The Sligs were beginning to catch up, but their ammo was running out. Sub put it down to luck that the most of the factory’s Slogs were currently on border patrol, but if he couldn’t shake security soon, he was dead meat. Grabbing on to a steel cable, he swung into a shortcut only 4 years worth of secret searching on long shifts could reveal. Sub scrambled into the dark corridor and took a second to catch his breath, carefully listening for the metallic whirr of Sligs running. There was silence. Peering around the edge of the door, he froze. The baleful red eye lenses of the Slig stared back. *** ‘No.’ Sub tried to run forwards as he stared in disbelief, but Jo pulled him back. ‘Don’t, Sub. There’s no point. He’s gone.’ ‘He can’t be... He was the one... He was going to...’ A tear rolled down Sub’s face as he knelt down, looking blankly at the body of his closest friend. Bud had always been there. He was the one Sub turned to when everything seemed pointless. He was the one who had started teaching new Brothers to survive. It was going to be him who led them out of RuptureFarms. ‘He died bravely. He saved 4 workers from that explosion. A hero to the very end.’ *** Sub tried to brace himself as the Slig slammed him against the wall again. ‘Y’ doin’ a runner, are ya? Normally, we’d have to take you to the Boss, but he’s... busy. So yer ours now. Heheh.’ Dropping him onto the floor, the Slig beckoned his workmates forward. The looming figures raised their guns as they closed in. How long the beating went on he wasn’t sure, but he was determined to go out with some dignity. Bruised and broken, he finally burbled through blood-slicked lips: ‘I wasn’t the first to try and escape. I won’t be the last. And when we leave, every one of you will be punished for your cruelty.’ He got no response other than a rifle butt in the face. *** ‘I’m leaving.’ ‘What?’ ‘I said I’m leaving. I can’t live like this anymore, Jo. I can’t stare death in the face every single day. Even with working deaths down, more Brothers than ever are disappearing for Molluck’s weird experiments. I’m leaving and I want you to come with me.’ ‘Sub, no. You’ll be killed. Every Mud who has ever tried to escape from this place has. I know what this is about.’ ‘Bud was all I ever had apart from you. If he’s dead, we ought to do what he would have wanted.’ ‘BUD LIED! You can’t escape from this place. Saying that we would leave someday was just another way to make life bearable. If you really want to carry out his dying wishes, stay here. Since he went, I need all the help I can get keeping workers safe.’ ‘He showed me the route...’ ‘It was a dream, Sub. ‘Nothing more.’ ‘You’re wrong. If I have to go alone, I will. I will escape, and when I do...’ ‘Then what? You’ll get help? There is no help. It’s just mud, smoke and more factories.’ ‘You’re wrong...’ *** Sub was dimly aware of the mud smearing over his face as he was dragged along the the lifeless ground. Roughly, he was heaved off the ground and turned to the sky. Even in his partial consciousness, Sub knew that his journey was over. He was just another corporate statistic. The rope now tied around his neck bit into his skin as he was gently lowered: Slow suffocation was the penalty he would pay for seeing the stars. He was dying, but this was as close to nature as he would ever be. He wasn’t sure if it was the bruises to his head or the rope around his neck, but he was certain he could see something in the moon... Something he recognised... Weakly he tried to raise his paw, failed and collapsed. Darkness swallowed his vision. A Slog barked in the distance as something slipped behind him, swift and silent as a shadow. ----- That's all folks. Some may have noticed he is actually trying to escape on the same night as Abe. One of the hanging corpses in the Free-Fire Zone is Sub. (In fact, this entire story was inspired when I was playing AO and I could swear I saw one moving. I thought 'These Muds must have tried to escape too. What's their story?') Coming soon... A more lighthearted short story. What's the worst time to inadvertently teleport? |
Hang in there Sliggie!
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Yeah... Sorry for the delays.
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(Photoshop slow, Quick sketch in an hour) Just wanted to tell you that its actually a very productive way to produce artwork. Keep it up, I like your art! EDIT: Oh, I'm a little late to post.... Aren't I? Sorry... I saw it in your sig... |
I keep getting distracted. Local elections and exams aren't helping.
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Same here NYS testing.... |
Elections and exams over? I want a "Hangin' their baby!" poster!
...err....I mean "Hang in there, Baby!" |
Well it's now 3rd after a non-Oddworld short story and improving my Fan Art Comp entry.
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The Latest Update: Nothing /actually/ new.
So I finally got off my lazy arse (and piles of past exam papers) and finished my art comp entry. It'd been haunting me since the judges cottoned on to the fact that I hadn't actually finished it. I'm only human, so couldn't really find the motivation to copy it out onto plain paper, but at least now I can sleep with only a slightly grubby consience.
It's called 'Capitalist's Downfall' and depicts a Glukkon executive's final moment in the AO boardroom massacre. http://img686.imageshack.us/img686/5324/glukkshry2.png |
i love that. very nice work on the Shrykull.
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I'm not sure if glukkons can kneel. You know those are their arms not legs, so probably they should bend in opposite direction ;)
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My mind...
While you're all waiting, an insight into my creative process: Lots and lots of doodling. Tattooed Scrab may appear in another piece of art, along with a design for a Meech-inclusive Shrykull. Chaos Sligs are an awesome idea, just a shame it doesn't make any sense.
http://img843.imageshack.us/img843/815/roughpage.png http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/3862/sliggy2.png |
Love the expression on Abe!
And ooh, I want a pet Chaos Slig. |
hm nice chaos sligs :) ,oh and i like that tattoed scrab :D
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