I'm so going to get this next week.

"I got it to commemorate the death of my dignity"

It's that time again folks! Time to be a fat, ugly, jealous loser-Man, I am so original. So today we have a picture of a stunning tattoo. With what is, I am assuming, the person's name. On her foot. With some 'pretty' leaf whatever-the-fuck-those-things-are designs. Why in the hell would you get your name tattooed on your foot? What meaning does that have in the least bit? Unless you are Drew Barrymore from 50 First Dates, there is no excuse for getting your name tattooed on you. 
But I guess we all forget our own names every once in a while. In fact, happened to me just today. Had to put my name on a paper and I was all like "Well damn! I forgot my name! I sure wish it was tattooed to my foot. That would be insanely convenient and not at all dumb." 
So we've already got a classy tattoo, right? WELL THE CLASS JUST KEEPS GETTING HEAPED ON. Ashleigh (Have I mentioned how retarded that name is?) also has some sexy chipped nail polish on those totally not creepy gnarled toes. Because no nail polish is just too boring, and too much nail polish is too exciting. So Ashleigh (God, I hate that name) has found a nice middle ground. Also: Toe Ring. Unless you are skipping around with a bunch of hippies high out of your mind, you should not be wearing a toe ring. Please Ashleigh (Seriously, what was your mother on when she named you?), next time you decide to get a tattoo, don't do so under the influence of a ton of alcohol. Because you had to be drinking really heavily to decide that thing was a good idea.


(Who else has noticed that shitty nail polish is a running theme in this blog?)

Gaiz, look at my deep art!

"Look how cool and original I am"

So we've already established that I hate people. Well, now I hate them more. As always, most of my rants come from deviantART. This little gem of course hails from there. Man, just look at that deep message messily written in sharpie. 'Fuck you' What could it mean? Maybe she's making a message against America's rapid descent into soulless consumerism. Or, just maybe, she got bored with marker and decided that dA doesn't have enough shitty pictures on it, then got to work! Though I'm really thinking my first assumption is the correct one. And as if the message isn't artistic enough, she pulls some real fancy black and white filters. LEGIT. You've also got to love her fingernail polish. She was too cool to touch up on it or, for heaven's sake, remove it! Nah man, that's not what cool kids do. They take the picture with the shitty nail polish! 

I just love the world. 

Also, I realize it's been a while since I last posted. Oh well. Stuff happens. I'm back. So that one person actually paying attention to this blog, let me say that you are in luck!

Look at that ass...assin!

"It's only 75 florins a night"

Why is it whenever someone has to make up a female version of a character they make them a slut? Grant it, Ezio was a man-slut for a while. But by the time he got all bad ass assassin, he had grown up from that. I mean, he still banged, and there is nothing wrong with that, but he did not plaster himself up on a street corner and give people a sneak peek of the what's to come. And what's coming in sex. Illegal, herpes filled, cocaine fueled sex.

Now let me say I am certainly not opposed to cosplaying a slut. But turning a non-slut into one just so you can so some strangers your tits is where the line gets drawn. I saw a few other pictures, and you can really see just how far that neckline dips. God damn. And we can't forget those ripped stockings she's sporting! Nothing says assassin more then those, especially when paired with some fabulous lip gloss. Hey guys, she may be busy keeping down those Templars, but there is ALWAYS time for a little makeup touch-up. 

Oh yeah, and I nearly forgot the name. Ezia. Female Ezio would've been better then that. I mean my god. Adding 'a' into a male name does not always convert it into a female name. 

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'Altaira'. Aw shit guys, I just figured out who I'm dressing up as for my next con.

Zelda OCs: Please Stop Making Them Terrible

"The Legend of Zelda: The Plastic Surgeon's Curse"

I love Legend of Zelda. It has so many awesome games, and I can not wait for Skyward Sword. But, like every good thing, the fan base has to kill it. Kill it dead. And god is this ever the case with Zelda games, particularly Ocarina of Time. People make the shittiest OCs I have ever gazed eyes upon, and the picture above happens to be one such example. Just look at it for a minute. You can tell right off the bat that it's horrible. Just look at those pants. Those pants are hanging up by her freaking vagina. Her god damn vagina. She has lavender eyes. She has a small nose. And those boobs. Those boobs. And this is all from glancing at it. Don't get me started on her background.
And I got started on her background. She's the super special awesome leader of the Gerudo. Wait, no. Not the leader. The super special awesome princess of the Gerudo. If she was just a regular Gerudo, I wouldn't be so offended. But no. She's a princess. And she's an awesome fighter as well. Even more so then what you would expect from a Gerudo. Do you want to kill yourself yet? I'll got get the pills.
And what makes it even worse is the fact that this isn't the worst of her, er, 'characters', if you can get away with calling them that. Why don't we say atrocities? Yeah. I like that. She has a helluva a lot more of them, each making me want to stab small pins into my eyes with more and more vigor. We've got a male Gerudo, a Sheikah, a Garo, a Biri transformed into a human, and a shit ton of men that look like women and women that look like they're on steroids/got multiple breast implants. So you should, of course, be expecting these wonderful atrocities to be popping up soon. Very soon.

Obligatory Opening Post

So welcome to my blog, "The Hell Is This?". It's a blog dedicated to me basically ranting about things I find on the Internet that make me want to claw my eyes out. Good times. So, obviously, it'll be updated quite frequently considering there is a lot on the Internet that makes me want to kill myself. I mean a lot. Most of these rants will be video game based, making fun of shitty OCs that people come up with and seem to think are good, when nothing could be further from the truth.
A number of things will also be coming from deviantART, because that site is just the anus of the Internet. Plus blogs, of course. And I got tired of people pissing all over themselves whenever ever you tried to offer criticism. Because god forbid you don't love their super special awesome sparkly character that is so desu kawaii. So here I can post things and just rip it apart, without worrying about my comment being hidden and a special note from a moderator later. Because their is nothing stopping me from making fun of their art on another website. Nothing.
So I welcome you to my blog! And by you I mean myself, because who am I kidding, no one else is reading this but me.