Because I missed the bad puns alright.
Anyway, what I want you guys to do for this weeks challenge is to create a new race of aliens. Now the catch is you must show at least two variations of the species you create in the same picture whether those variations be male/ female, adult/ child, different classes (e.g. soldier & worker) etc. that's up to you, but you must show at least two obvious variations. How you show these variations is also up to you.
As per usual, no limits on the number of entries and the contest will close at midnight Saturday (blog time). Please read the contest rules before entering, have fun and good luck.
Rules for posts, contests, and challenges that I am hosting: Original characters only, no copyrighted characters, no characters based on copyrighted characters, no characters based on RPG’s or other games. The characters must be your own design and not based on any character that might be copyrighted in any way. I have the right to delete any post that I believe crosses this line without warnings. Only post characters that you have either created for this contest specifically or you know for certain have never been entered to a contest before. If you aren’t certain, don’t enter it, because I’m not going to go back through all of the contests and check.
My submission for Alien(n)ation draws inspiration from the famous American Gothic painting of the farmers and pitchfork (seen below). I put my alien take on this famous painting.
Original painting: http://i.imgur.com/U20vH3o.jpg
Alien submission: http://i.imgur.com/g1l4rA9.png
Wow . . . I can’t believe I did it again! I made this back in 2013 and completely forgot to enter it on hm, though there have been places I could have. Superfly? Great minds think alike, right?
********post 88, Herr D’s CFLs
You might say this is just a parody of an old famous regionalism classic. Or you might say this is just a loving aging couple about to go get some dinner.
Either way, I’m not feeling too good about “American Gothic” right now, and I have NO URGE to water any plants any time soon.
I’m pretty sure you have to post stuff made EXCLUSIVELY for the contest. I might have misunderstood something though…
@Logbook- The rules state: “Only post characters that you have either created for this contest specifically or you know for certain have never been entered to a contest before. ” so as long as Herr D is 100% certain that his entry hasn’t been in a contest before, he’s fine.
The following is an extract from The Voyages of St. Bartimus, reprinted with the permission of the Thought-Archive of Arch-Locus.
My travels have taken me from Arch-Locus to the wildest frontier, from the palace-worlds of the False Gods to the darkest, most sordid corners of Constellation space, and while I have seen beauty that few men are privileged enough to witness, I also seen things that I would rather forget. Few things typify both of these quite like the Siren Moth.
Upon arrival at Sanakar, I found the locals to be neither unpleasant nor inhospitable, although of a quiet, almost haunted demeanor. However, when I told them of my intentions to venture beyond the walls of their meager settlement into the Grey Wastes, they immediately became fearful and agitated. They told me stories of those who were foolish enough to venture into the wastes, how they would return as pale ghosts, floating on gossamer wings and singing the wordless song of the Wastes. I initially dismissed these stories as patently ridiculous – clearly the work of too much moon-nectar and overactive imaginations – but I would be lying if I told you I was not unsettled by their consistency.
After almost a week of combing the Wastes and finding nothing but dust, I began to resign myself to what seemed a disappointing truth: that the Grey Wastes were just as dull and lifeless as their name implies. It was only after I began my journey back that I first sighted one of the creatures. For a moment, I believed that ghost stories – beautiful and terrible, chalk-white, with jewel-bright wings and the face of a woman, it drifted, wraith-like, over the endless grey desert, wordlessly singing with a human voice. By either divine providence or a sheer miracle of good luck, I managed to remain unseen by the Siren Moth long enough to have the abject displeasure of witnessing its reproductive cycle.
At the end of its tail, the Siren Moth has a barb that I first assumed to be a stinger. Its true function is far more unsettling. Rather than venom, the Siren Moth’s barbed tail injects a fertilized egg into whatever poor wretch has utter misfortune of being its prey. The unborn Moth spends the next forty-two devouring its victim from the inside. As it does so, the egg swells, eventually rupturing the victim’s flesh and, if the gods are merciful, killing them. The unborn Moth continues to feed off the deceased’s corpse for a further eight to ten hours, after which a newborn Siren Moth erupts from its egg, singing with its victim’s voice and wearing a pale, red-eyed mockery of its victim’s face. I could’ve sworn I heard it singing my name.
I will not be returning to Sanakar.
Fear the song of the wastes.
@SprocketSauce- Great picture and I love the story you’ve given it, but unfortunately it isn’t eligible for this challenge on the grounds that I can’t see two obvious variations of the species you are showing. I can see two characters, but one is obviously human whilst the other is alien. So technically it doesn’t qualify. I’m happy to accept it if you can explain how you think it satisfies the requirement though.
A few alien life forms, used english to latin to find names for these guys, had alot of fun with this challenge.
First are The Sigillum, and aquatic race, one parent and child of the species.
2nd. The Equum, desert dwellers, flying high in the air waiting for there pry to clime above ground to eat. Certain features and colors are unique to each.
3rd The Totus, from a distance these bouncy creatures may seem cute and cuddly, but if these fiends from another dimension with a sky of fire are as bad as their world seems.
4th The Venators, a male and female partner that hunt other aliens for the cash their world runs on.
5th The Mundi Rem, 3 Cosmic beigns, good bad peaceful dangerous, these concepts are foreign to them. What they want is unknown and more than likely incomprehensible to any other form of life.
An Alogo with its young.
Tajkei of Mars with his daughter, Tajmal.
Created for a Star Trek game we played. I had a Medical Officer who was an Atlantiadian.
Atlantiadian is an arboreal world similar to Sherwood Forest,
Winath (Legion of Super Heroes)
Kashyyyk or the Forest Moon of Endor (Star Wars)
Atlantiadians are a Hermaphroditic race with only one androgynous gender.
Here is Ambassador Rin SoLon (almost all of Atlantiadian names are a one syllable first name followed by a two syllable second name with the first and Second syllable capitalized)
and a poor orphaned urchin.
(I realize my first Entry may be too human looking, This is a more alien race I came up with for a RPG of Legion of Super Heroes (DC by Mayfair) we played quite a while back. Nimbus was the Character name, not the race name back then. I never really focused on the race. This gave me the opportunity to.)
Willy the Whisp
An entity resembling a floating ball of light that can emit light from pulses to blasts
can talk through morse code like flashes, humans who spend time and get to know Nimbi seem to gain an understanding telepathy with them.
Nimbi eat and heal through energy absorption of sunlight and starlight
No material body
are suject to some types of energy protect themselves or others close to them with stunning, searing or damaging blasts
there seems to be no discernble gender, and Nimbi themselves declare there is not. But some mult-gender races such as humans
swear that some that they identify as male glow blue, while “female” have a slight purple tinge to them as if pink is added, this seems to be a myth though.
two Nimbi court though a beautiful areal dance
spiraling around each other, drawing in toward one another
they send pulses of light into one another, until one pleys the receptive roll absorbing the energy from the projective one.
eventually there is a build up of energy untill there is an overload and a small explosion produces a smaller eaker Nimbus.
A young Nimbus is smaller than an adult and seems to have a number of flashes points for the solar year of it’s age
as they grow to maturity they grow to their maximum size and brilliance as they mature into old age they continue to age flash points, but begin to dim in brilliance and size.
(I have some more I came up with today, but don’t have time to type it yp here, and I suppose this is enough, so I might post the rest on Cliff’s Eclectic Mayhem later)
Here is a Cyrylene couple. An underwater race known for the tough outer skin. The male’s is rocky while the female’s is pearly and smooth.
Classified as Extraterram Cervus osteoaspis by the first human explorers to their world, this species refers to itself as Mellijum or “Ones of the Grass” ( as the closest translation). These first humans defined them ‘as if an ankylosaur and a deer had a baby’, though much of their bony outer defenses have shrunk or disappeared over time. What is left is the bony ‘harness’ across the torso, which anchors an intricate carapace on their backs. They also retain a complex, carefully cultivated array of horns, and a bony plate and frill on the head. Standing mainly bipedal and up to two and a half meters tall, the Mellijum have evolved large, three-fingered hands, though they can run on all fours for extra speed. Their outer, bony armor was used as a defense mechanism against a now extinct predator species which they describe as somewhat feline and incredibly vicious. Both species began to develop organized groups and civilization, although the predator species cooperated poorly due to their lone nature. They fought among themselves, with the Mellijum often caught in the middle. They were wiped out by a combination of warfare and diseases triggered by biological experimentation. The Mellijum left these places abandoned, preferring to use their technology to improve their farming practices, and for medicine, art, and music. They also have a deep knowledge of astronomy, though they choose not to pursue technologies to leave their world.
This picture depicts an adult female and a juvenile. The society is grouped into castes, although the system is loose and inter-caste movement, although often complex, is allowed. The adult wears the blue and gold of the Defender caste, those which safeguard the people from threats. She also wears paint on her head crests, which is a usual form of cosmetic and is applied in different patterns based on a number of factors. The child wears the green accents to their brown clothing, marking him as Producer (farmer) caste. All children wear similar clothing made from certain tough grasses, as their protective bone growths do not fully mature until puberty. Even his head crest is small and his horns and frill have not yet emerged, putting him probably around the equivalent to an Earth six year old. His mane is also loose, whereas and adults would either be cut quite short, or elaborately braided down the back.
Priest and Warrior
Heh, sorry guys)
Priest and Warrior
Ok guys this weeks contest is now closed. The result shall be up shortly.