Sui Kune I am pissed. Although a former site of mine has long since been hacked and no longer exists, I was informed today that someone has stolen an old sketch I did from it, colored it, and claimed it as their own. I saw this for myself, and sent an angry email to the theif telling her to either take it down, or give me credit for the sketch. There's few things I hate more than art theft. stressed
And so Sui Kune began her quest to rid the world of art theft. Thousands of thieves lay bleeding in pools of their own fluids as Sui tore them limb from limb with no more than a paintbrush.
But this was no ordinary paintbrush, for its handle was made of demonic wood and the bristles tore from Joseph Stalin's undead scalp.
Soon, Sui's mad lust for justice left the world a smoking ruin. The few survivors of any kind that were left lived in constant fear, jumping at every sweep, hiding at the sight of a small tuft of hair. Even the mighty Saltwater Crocodile knew that to face Sui Kune was to court death.
Only when a brave young artist was given a Mechanical Pencil made from the bones of Jesus and holding pencil lead made of solid ambrosia did Sui Kune know defeat. For her crimes, she was trapped in a magical sheet of paper made from Yggdrasil's bark, never to be heard from again.
What left the world uneasy even after their tormentor's imprisonment was the disappearance of Sui Kune's evil paintbrush shortly before her defeat.
Some say the brush fell into Mt. Doom. Others say it hid itself in a sunken tomb in Atlantis, waiting for a new master to claim it.
All that is truly known is that it may still be out there, waiting to cast the world into another horrible Dark Age of Art.
Starcloud · Sun Sep 18, 2005 @ 06:58am · 3 Comments |