Earfatigue Productions and PD.com are proud to announce a new contest open to all members who can touch finger to keys!
This month's contest was inspired by TGRR, who commented that while we are being creative, we're not paying attention to each other's creativity. Since previous contests awarded us with disturbingly original and creative ideas, pamphets and (bowel) movements, we can only call this a win-win.
THE RULES (yes, there are rules, fuckface):
You have one month (9/1/09 - 10/1/09) to write an essay, poem, story, or other piece of literature relating to the common theme: HORRORMIRTH. You can explain it, wallow in it, cause it, or debunk it; doesn't matter, as long as it relates to the theme.
You can either post your entry here, or in a separate thread. If you post in a separate thread, please use the phrase "HORRORMIRTH CONTEST" somewhere in the subject line. You may submit as many entries as you like.
On October 1, 2009, a new thread will be created for voting. Voting will last for 1 week.
What will constitue a "winner" will be determined at the end of the voting period. Prizes will be awarded.
Ready, set go!
:horrormirth:
I am going to buy myself a notepad or something and a nice pen, for to write out shit as it occurs to me. (I need something to do with my hands in public places since I stopped smoking a few days ago.)
I'll bear this in mind as I do so.
What about pics/shoops?
Why the hell not? The field is open to all media.
Sounds fun to me.
I'm in. But I'm not rushing this one. I have to top my evil old man pic.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 01, 2009, 04:38:49 PM
I'm in. But I'm not rushing this one. I have to top my evil old man pic.
Self Portrait?
I dunno if I have anything for this. But I'll work on it.
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 01, 2009, 05:06:21 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 01, 2009, 04:38:49 PM
I'm in. But I'm not rushing this one. I have to top my evil old man pic.
Self Portrait?
Naw, this:
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/horrormirth1.jpg)
Hey, LMNO...how many entries can we make? Because I'm just stuffed full of Horrormirth.
HORRORMIRTH PAINTING!?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 01, 2009, 05:26:20 PM
Hey, LMNO...how many entries can we make? Because I'm just stuffed full of Horrormirth.
After speaking with both the Russian and East German judges...
Go fucking nuts. No limit.
It has to be something new, right? Otherwise I submit this one (http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/4993/rogerrogerbig.jpg).
After consulting with the ghost of Richard Dawson, previous works can be submitted, but the judges may take deduct points for you being lazy about it.
NSFW is acceptable i assume.......... i'll just lable my thread that...when teh time comes
I have regained access to Rapture Ready. It should only take a few days for me to get a gut-full and I'll be ready to shit something out.
:horrormirth:
all i got....
(http://imgur.com/3ZkFi.jpg)
Yeah...gotta get my material together for this 'un.
Quote from: -Kel- on September 02, 2009, 01:33:15 AM
all i got....
(http://imgur.com/3ZkFi.jpg)
This will only count if you drew it yourself.
It's pretty good, though.
the text is Dutch btw, it doesn't add very much to the comic though ("Huggie Hug" / "Goodday mister Mushroom" / "goodday Huggie!")
Quote from: Triple Zero on September 02, 2009, 01:33:01 PM
the text is Dutch btw, it doesn't add very much to the comic though ("Huggie Hug" / "Goodday mister Mushroom" / "goodday Huggie!")
Thanks, i was wondering what that said.
Quote from: -Kel- on September 02, 2009, 01:33:15 AM
all i got....
(http://imgur.com/3ZkFi.jpg)
(http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/2528/roflbothg0a.jpg)
Quote from: LMNO on September 02, 2009, 02:32:16 PM
Quote from: -Kel- on September 02, 2009, 01:33:15 AM
all i got....
(http://imgur.com/3ZkFi.jpg)
(http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/2528/roflbothg0a.jpg)
hahahaha!!
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/napalm1.jpg)
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2009, 01:33:54 AM
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/napalm1.jpg)
:horrormirth:
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/broken_gear1.jpg)
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2009, 12:22:52 PM
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/broken_gear1.jpg)
:horrormirth:
I'm kinda proud of that one.
(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/Screamed.jpg)
And it's partner pic:
(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/Laughed.jpg)
that shit was scary yo.
:lulz:
haha!
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/wheelchair1.jpg)
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/insane_asylum_haiti_holding_head1.jpg)
:horrormirth:
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/horrormirthA1.jpg)
I want to do something on the order of:
(http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/baby-ronaldpreview.jpg)
But I'm still thinking...
HORRORMIRTH: Birthday Wishes
Momo is boy's best friend, and sometime if lucky, lover too. Momo always cherish her little Enrico, from the day he was born with knife clenched in his teeth - Momo never bat eyelash, she take it like like New Jersey hooker. She love him, and when she see that he kill every other baby in maternity ward she know her son is destined to be in glorious world of politic.
She encourage him to not be content with position of "treasurer" in Ricardo Rat Fan Club, she say he should murder El Presidente, and take over his role, ruling with iron fist wrap in fly paper: no more complimentary memberships for children cripple, let them buy their membership old fashioned way - making mitten for stupid eskimos.
Where was Enrico? O yes, his Momo. Thing go bad with Momo when she made Enrico give up Black Widow he had found in his bedroom closet... he keep it alive by feed it things like crickets, flies, mice, and small bird. Momo finally find Black Widow, and make her move back next door, where she been neglecting her children since her husband die of diptheria. Enrico never forgive his Momo for make him give up Mrs. Montobono.
It was on her birthday, April first, that Enrico show her what she mean to him... she had gone to see squid fights with Popo all morning, had stoned whores near wharfs, and had picked her fill from the polyester mines, and she come home tire and sore from walk all the time. She enter first, as Enrico had demand from his father, and ran into Enrico's birthday surprise: the old 'napalm above door' game.
Momo was trooper, she enjoy gift as much as everyone else, she know only her favorite son Enrico would think up something so horrid and so glorious. She laugh. She laugh as she die, her beautiful face melting to floor, where it wink one last time at Enrico. It was birthday miracle, she always had been blind in that eye. We laugh. We laugh until we cry, thinking how she would never see 3D movies, as she had dreamed for so long. Is sad and beautiful world.
Quote from: Jenne on September 09, 2009, 04:04:36 AM
I want to do something on the order of:
(http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/baby-ronaldpreview.jpg)
But I'm still thinking...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
gaaaaaaaaaasp
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
my GOD!!!
Also Broken AI :aaa:
Quote from: Enrico Salazar on September 09, 2009, 06:45:22 PM
HORRORMIRTH: Birthday Wishes
Momo is boy's best friend, and sometime if lucky, lover too. Momo always cherish her little Enrico, from the day he was born with knife clenched in his teeth - Momo never bat eyelash, she take it like like New Jersey hooker. She love him, and when she see that he kill every other baby in maternity ward she know her son is destined to be in glorious world of politic.
She encourage him to not be content with position of "treasurer" in Ricardo Rat Fan Club, she say he should murder El Presidente, and take over his role, ruling with iron fist wrap in fly paper: no more complimentary memberships for children cripple, let them buy their membership old fashioned way - making mitten for stupid eskimos.
Where was Enrico? O yes, his Momo. Thing go bad with Momo when she made Enrico give up Black Widow he had found in his bedroom closet... he keep it alive by feed it things like crickets, flies, mice, and small bird. Momo finally find Black Widow, and make her move back next door, where she been neglecting her children since her husband die of diptheria. Enrico never forgive his Momo for make him give up Mrs. Montobono.
It was on her birthday, April first, that Enrico show her what she mean to him... she had gone to see squid fights with Popo all morning, had stoned whores near wharfs, and had picked her fill from the polyester mines, and she come home tire and sore from walk all the time. She enter first, as Enrico had demand from his father, and ran into Enrico's birthday surprise: the old 'napalm above door' game.
Momo was trooper, she enjoy gift as much as everyone else, she know only her favorite son Enrico would think up something so horrid and so glorious. She laugh. She laugh as she die, her beautiful face melting to floor, where it wink one last time at Enrico. It was birthday miracle, she always had been blind in that eye. We laugh. We laugh until we cry, thinking how she would never see 3D movies, as she had dreamed for so long. Is sad and beautiful world.
Wow. :lol:
Quote from: Enrico Salazar on September 09, 2009, 06:45:22 PM
HORRORMIRTH: Birthday Wishes
Momo is boy's best friend, and sometime if lucky, lover too. Momo always cherish her little Enrico, from the day he was born with knife clenched in his teeth - Momo never bat eyelash, she take it like like New Jersey hooker. She love him, and when she see that he kill every other baby in maternity ward she know her son is destined to be in glorious world of politic.
She encourage him to not be content with position of "treasurer" in Ricardo Rat Fan Club, she say he should murder El Presidente, and take over his role, ruling with iron fist wrap in fly paper: no more complimentary memberships for children cripple, let them buy their membership old fashioned way - making mitten for stupid eskimos.
Where was Enrico? O yes, his Momo. Thing go bad with Momo when she made Enrico give up Black Widow he had found in his bedroom closet... he keep it alive by feed it things like crickets, flies, mice, and small bird. Momo finally find Black Widow, and make her move back next door, where she been neglecting her children since her husband die of diptheria. Enrico never forgive his Momo for make him give up Mrs. Montobono.
It was on her birthday, April first, that Enrico show her what she mean to him... she had gone to see squid fights with Popo all morning, had stoned whores near wharfs, and had picked her fill from the polyester mines, and she come home tire and sore from walk all the time. She enter first, as Enrico had demand from his father, and ran into Enrico's birthday surprise: the old 'napalm above door' game.
Momo was trooper, she enjoy gift as much as everyone else, she know only her favorite son Enrico would think up something so horrid and so glorious. She laugh. She laugh as she die, her beautiful face melting to floor, where it wink one last time at Enrico. It was birthday miracle, she always had been blind in that eye. We laugh. We laugh until we cry, thinking how she would never see 3D movies, as she had dreamed for so long. Is sad and beautiful world.
:aaa:
Quote from: Enrico Salazar on September 09, 2009, 06:45:22 PM
HORRORMIRTH: Birthday Wishes
Momo is boy's best friend, and sometime if lucky, lover too. Momo always cherish her little Enrico, from the day he was born with knife clenched in his teeth - Momo never bat eyelash, she take it like like New Jersey hooker. She love him, and when she see that he kill every other baby in maternity ward she know her son is destined to be in glorious world of politic.
She encourage him to not be content with position of "treasurer" in Ricardo Rat Fan Club, she say he should murder El Presidente, and take over his role, ruling with iron fist wrap in fly paper: no more complimentary memberships for children cripple, let them buy their membership old fashioned way - making mitten for stupid eskimos.
Where was Enrico? O yes, his Momo. Thing go bad with Momo when she made Enrico give up Black Widow he had found in his bedroom closet... he keep it alive by feed it things like crickets, flies, mice, and small bird. Momo finally find Black Widow, and make her move back next door, where she been neglecting her children since her husband die of diptheria. Enrico never forgive his Momo for make him give up Mrs. Montobono.
It was on her birthday, April first, that Enrico show her what she mean to him... she had gone to see squid fights with Popo all morning, had stoned whores near wharfs, and had picked her fill from the polyester mines, and she come home tire and sore from walk all the time. She enter first, as Enrico had demand from his father, and ran into Enrico's birthday surprise: the old 'napalm above door' game.
Momo was trooper, she enjoy gift as much as everyone else, she know only her favorite son Enrico would think up something so horrid and so glorious. She laugh. She laugh as she die, her beautiful face melting to floor, where it wink one last time at Enrico. It was birthday miracle, she always had been blind in that eye. We laugh. We laugh until we cry, thinking how she would never see 3D movies, as she had dreamed for so long. Is sad and beautiful world.
Welcome back from the dead, Generalissimo.
On his birthday, too, no less.
Ever notice that even paleontologists get everything wrong? I once read an article on Neanderthal man, and the scientists expressed puzzlement of why Neanderthals hog-tied their dead upon burial...a question that could easily be answered by anyone who has ever seen a George Romero film. Oog the caveman falls over in a catatonic fit, the other cavemen figure he's dead, and buries him. Then he wakes up, walks out of the sacred burial cave, and gets stabbed about 30 times, tied up, and jammed back in his hole. Cavemen probably took the idea of the walking dead very seriously. If they'd been more serious about dealing with those uppity Homo sapiens, instead of fucking off making cave paintings, they'd probably run the joint today. But they didn't, so we killed them and ate them.
I'm The Good Reverend Roger, and there's nothing I like as much as Monkey Sandwich.
Now, there's no reason to believe that paleontologists will be any smarter in the future, either. When they dig up our remains a few thousand years from now, they'll wonder why we used such big goddamn boxes to bury our dead. That's because, of course, they'll be looking at the dried and crusty skeletons or dust outlines, not the huge mounds of blubber that we shoehorned into the casket with a hydraulic jack.
Yes, the sad fact of the matter is that the sum total of 3 billion years of evolution is a morbidly obese Wal-Mart customer riding a Rascal scooter with an oxygen bottle underneath that fat thing they have drooping between their ankles. Eventually, we'll have to bury these people, and the joke will be on archeologists, and we can take comfort in the fact that they'll screw it up as bad as we probably screwed up the whole Egypt thing.
Fact is, our engineering skills have outraced our brains. We CAN build an atomic bomb, so why the hell not? For the lulz! Also, shitty addictive food, television, and other Pink-taming drugs. Our species should have an epitaph, when we finally wheeze off stage left, and that epitaph should be: "Just because you can doesn't mean you should."
Or Kill me.
baleeted
(http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/4927/roflbotgowb.jpg)
I might have something suitable written up for tomorrow.
I'm confused...
(http://i26.tinypic.com/28cojls.jpg)
Not original so not an official submission.
(http://www.iconocast.com/D1/N7/News1_0.jpg)
Quote from: Iason Ouabache on September 17, 2009, 02:03:59 AM
I'm confused...
(http://i26.tinypic.com/28cojls.jpg)
Not original so not an official submission.
Oh! That's so
us.
Quote from: Nigel on September 17, 2009, 04:26:42 AM
Quote from: Iason Ouabache on September 17, 2009, 02:03:59 AM
I'm confused...
(http://i26.tinypic.com/28cojls.jpg)
Not original so not an official submission.
Oh! That's so us.
The weird part is that it's from yesterday's Luann comic strip. It's usually super lame.
An entry from Cain:
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=22260.0
THE ONLY RESPECTABLE ROLE MODELS IN THIS WORLD ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS
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I JUST TURNED 9, LET'S GET DRUNK!
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(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/forum/horrormirth3-1.gif)
MY VIBRATOR HAS A "FRAPPE" SETTING
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(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/forum/horrormirth5.png)
HOW TO RECONCILE SAFETY AND PRIVACY?
PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN GLASS HOUSES
GET DRESSED WITH THE LIGHTS OFF
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(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/forum/horrormirth4-1.gif)
MY RETIREMENT PLAN?
BUILD A BUNKER AND STOCK UP ON AMMO
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(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/forum/horrormirth2-1.gif)
CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE
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(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/forum/oldwoman_laughing_or_crying.jpg)
DRUGS KICK ASS, BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE OVER 35
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(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/forum/horrormirth1-1.gif)
Quote from: Cramulus on September 21, 2009, 04:10:35 PM
DRUGS KICK ASS, BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE OVER 35
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(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/forum/horrormirth1-1.gif)
This. You kids don't know how to rock n roll.
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=22269.0 (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=22269.0)
this is my entry into the Horrormirth Competition.
Damn, I finally got it out.
You never know when it will happen. You could live your life on the edge of terror, or you could spend every night on the couch watching "Dancing With The Stars." Come to think of it, both those scenarios are pretty similar. No matter. Either way, it will find you, eventually; that quiet, silent place where you are confronted with what some of like to call "The Horrible Truth".
It doesn't matter what terms you use: Void, Abyss, Heart of Darkness, Da'ath, Chapel Perilous... The experience is identical. The veneer of society's decorum is stripped away, and you catch a glimpse of the small gears that move the universe. And you awake, perhaps for the first time, to how closely we cling to the scripts we've been given.
The way you see reality slips off its axis, and you're reminded that we are a pack of primates who spend most of their time replaying the same old stories, repeatedly poking each other in the eye with sharp sticks. And when we're not doing that, we're spending the rest of the time constructing elaborate justifications for why we act like angry monkeys rather than the humans we claim to be. And then, like a mirror slowly coming into focus, you see that you're just like them.
Usually, when people reach this point, their brain wants to go in one of two directions: Either deny the experience, and search for some kind of meaning to it all, or spiral hopelessly down into nihilistic despair. Some start believing in things they can't prove, and use the lack of proof as evidence that it must be a "higher Truth". Others leap straight into meaninglessness, and use our base mechanical nature as an excuse to abandon their principles. But either way, the gears grind away. Both directions miss the point. They're two sides to a useless coin. But there's another way: You can laugh at it.
After all, if comedy is tragedy plus time, isn't the history of Homo Sapiens simply one extended pratfall, millennia long? The Universe might be absurd and meaningless, but that just makes it the oldest Monty Python sketch ever: John Cleese getting hit with a fish for all eternity. Look at all the horrible shit we do to each other of our own Free Will, all the time saying, "look what you made me do." It's the greatest farce in existence, and we are all the punchline. Yeah, it might not be the nicest joke ever told, but that's ok. You can give yourself permission to laugh. You can feel it building, can't you? The Horror is right in front of you, and it's RIDICULOUS.
You know you've got it right when it sounds identical to screaming.
An entry from Kai.
I submit a chapter from the Chao te Ching:
Chapter 28
The news anchor is a comedian
who delivers grim stand-up with a straight face.
Some reel back in terror.
Some are numb.
Some laugh through the horror.
This makes them poor victims.
To tell a bad joke
with a straight face
one must master seriousness.
To live in a bad joke
with a straight face
one must master humor.
The Discordian wears many masks.
Quote from: LMNO on September 24, 2009, 04:52:39 PM
I submit a chapter from the Chao te Ching:
Chapter 28
The news anchor is a comedian
who delivers grim stand-up with a straight face.
Some reel back in terror.
Some are numb.
Some laugh through the horror.
This makes them poor victims.
To tell a bad joke
with a straight face
one must master seriousness.
To live in a bad joke
with a straight face
one must master humor.
The Discordian wears many masks.
Oh, I like that. Anchor men are ghouls by definition.
Ok, today's the last day before we start voting.
Any final submissions?
As it's the only thing I've written in this period, I'll submit my "Confessions" thread in OKM. Dunno how horrormirthy it is though, but I can't not submit something.
Quote from: LMNO on September 30, 2009, 10:05:12 PM
Ok, today's the last day before we start voting.
Any final submissions?
I have a couple of good ideas, but I've already submitted a bunch.
I can't tell you how glad I am that this competition is over. It caused me a lot of stress. I thought it would be a lot easier to come up with an entry. How hard could it be I thought?
The first problem was that I wasn't exactly sure what horrormirth is. The clue seems to be in the title, but few things are that straightforward here and so I was worried I'd completely mess up at the first hurdle. A week later I concluded that I had indeed messed up at the first hurdle and that it was as straightforward as it sounded.
So what could I think of to include? I drew a blank. Painful memories? That sounds like a treasure trove!
I remembered stepping out of church into the cold November morning and asking in my loud squeaky voice "What's that horrible smell?". The other people attending my grandmothers funeral were horrified as I sniffed around until my gaze settled on the smoke stack. But no body was amused, and that was just one example of my innate ability to say the stupidest possible thing at the wrong time, even as a child.
Though I can smile about it now, I remember the horror I felt when I found out that the girl whom I had a secret and desperate monogamous crush upon, for five whole years in high-school, actually felt the same way about me. Jesus Christ, I couldn't even look her in the face without wanting to burst into tears, nevermind say more than a dozen memory-etched words to her during that entire time, and I only find out through a friend of a friend years later after she's engaged and I'm living in a different country. Fuck. No. Not even that, that's just some pathetic ass shit right there. Not horrific, not funny, just.. gah! I could have gotten laid first in my teens instead of my 20s!
So obviously I'm just too dull to dredge something from my own life. But WOMPs are allowed, and I've recently figured out how to use layers in GIMP. Bingo! Sketchbook out, and start thinking. Okay... what about a pointless sacrifice... like war.. and then someone trivialising it? I remember a scene from a collection of civil war photographs, so I use that as a basis.
(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af205/spiff_bucket/DSCF0036.jpg)
Meh. Thing is, I really know shit all about the civil war, and I'm bound to stumble upon some unknown taboo or something fucked up that's just going to piss everyone off. Next.
So what about a more modern war? Some of the most horriffic images I can think of are the ones of the nude bodies just dumped into a pit like trash from the holocaust. I remember one had breasts and it was one of the least possible sexual experiences ever, but I still remember feeling guilty about the fact I saw them. And since then I've not been able to stop looking whenever I see similar imagery. That's pretty horrifically fucked up.. but can I find a way to make it funny?
(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af205/spiff_bucket/DSCF0037.jpg)
Oh fuck no. I can't make it funny. That's just completely sick. What sort of worthless piece of shit would even think of such a thing? Jesus Cuntherpes Christ. What with all the other bullshit, there's no way I could pull that off, what's more, I don't want to be the sort of person who could.
At this point I'm starting to feel physically ill and I look down at my shitty sketches and I throw them away in disgust. Am I trying too hard, or not hard enough? Fuck it, I've obviously completely misunderstood this contest, and what's more I have absolutely no idea what horrormirth is - I thought I did, but I now just hate myself with increased intensity.
About a week ago I wonder briefly about submitting myself, as a horrifically inept candidate. But I'm still no closer to understanding "horrormirth", and I was at a loss for "mirth" anyway. Gah. And then I forgot about it again until it was too late to try. So this is just a short writeup for the organisers to see if next time they could make it a bit easier. Or fluffier. Less introspective. Oh god, nevermind, what the fuck do I know? Nothing evidently.
CUNT
Quote from: fictionpuss on October 01, 2009, 07:34:20 AM
I can't tell you how glad I am that this competition is over. It caused me a lot of stress. I thought it would be a lot easier to come up with an entry. How hard could it be I thought?
The first problem was that I wasn't exactly sure what horrormirth is. The clue seems to be in the title, but few things are that straightforward here and so I was worried I'd completely mess up at the first hurdle. A week later I concluded that I had indeed messed up at the first hurdle and that it was as straightforward as it sounded.
So what could I think of to include? I drew a blank. Painful memories? That sounds like a treasure trove!
I remembered stepping out of church into the cold November morning and asking in my loud squeaky voice "What's that horrible smell?". The other people attending my grandmothers funeral were horrified as I sniffed around until my gaze settled on the smoke stack. But no body was amused, and that was just one example of my innate ability to say the stupidest possible thing at the wrong time, even as a child.
Though I can smile about it now, I remember the horror I felt when I found out that the girl whom I had a secret and desperate monogamous crush upon, for five whole years in high-school, actually felt the same way about me. Jesus Christ, I couldn't even look her in the face without wanting to burst into tears, nevermind say more than a dozen memory-etched words to her during that entire time, and I only find out through a friend of a friend years later after she's engaged and I'm living in a different country. Fuck. No. Not even that, that's just some pathetic ass shit right there. Not horrific, not funny, just.. gah! I could have gotten laid first in my teens instead of my 20s!
So obviously I'm just too dull to dredge something from my own life. But WOMPs are allowed, and I've recently figured out how to use layers in GIMP. Bingo! Sketchbook out, and start thinking. Okay... what about a pointless sacrifice... like war.. and then someone trivialising it? I remember a scene from a collection of civil war photographs, so I use that as a basis.
(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af205/spiff_bucket/DSCF0036.jpg)
Meh. Thing is, I really know shit all about the civil war, and I'm bound to stumble upon some unknown taboo or something fucked up that's just going to piss everyone off. Next.
So what about a more modern war? Some of the most horriffic images I can think of are the ones of the nude bodies just dumped into a pit like trash from the holocaust. I remember one had breasts and it was one of the least possible sexual experiences ever, but I still remember feeling guilty about the fact I saw them. And since then I've not been able to stop looking whenever I see similar imagery. That's pretty horrifically fucked up.. but can I find a way to make it funny?
(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af205/spiff_bucket/DSCF0037.jpg)
Oh fuck no. I can't make it funny. That's just completely sick. What sort of worthless piece of shit would even think of such a thing? Jesus Cuntherpes Christ. What with all the other bullshit, there's no way I could pull that off, what's more, I don't want to be the sort of person who could.
At this point I'm starting to feel physically ill and I look down at my shitty sketches and I throw them away in disgust. Am I trying too hard, or not hard enough? Fuck it, I've obviously completely misunderstood this contest, and what's more I have absolutely no idea what horrormirth is - I thought I did, but I now just hate myself with increased intensity.
About a week ago I wonder briefly about submitting myself, as a horrifically inept candidate. But I'm still no closer to understanding "horrormirth", and I was at a loss for "mirth" anyway. Gah. And then I forgot about it again until it was too late to try. So this is just a short writeup for the organisers to see if next time they could make it a bit easier. Or fluffier. Less introspective. Oh god, nevermind, what the fuck do I know? Nothing evidently.
If you want a description of horrormirth, just look at 2000 - present, and not just politics.