So this time, the story is about being upset and angry. Rather than being angry for no reason, with no purpose, I decided to vent here. The point is, I'm upset and angry... And then there's this agency that always makes waves. They say that the person who did it is an “individual.” But how can it be just one individual from the agency? If it's not killing people or children, extorting and terrorizing or silencing those who dare to speak up. Including committing immoral acts, like harassment, rape, pedophilia. And many more disgusting things that this brown-uniformed agency does. It crossed my mind, “What if this brown-uniformed institution (the police) didn't exist or was dissolved? The world would be safer without their existence.” Because they always act arbitrarily and spread a nightmare.
Hola a todos, soy Humansleep. En esta ocasión quiero publicar mi trabajo en la comunidad Alien Art Hive. Y aquí también compartiré el proceso de trabajo, ya sea dibujo o boceto.
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Asesino de niños.
In a cosmic city that smelled like a mixture of stale oil, expired instant noodles, and dreams that failed to come true, lived a pig police officer named Brutok Snort. He had a big patrol car, flashing siren lights like a cheap disco, and an ego about three times the size of Jupiter.
His job is simple.
Wake up. Get angry. Slam the table. Extort citizens. Beat people to death with helmets, or kill children with guns. And when he's too lazy to kill people, well... he plays with things that smell like mucus. Like harassment, pedophilia, raping female prisoners. Even if it's not female prisoners, the point is anything slimy, for the satisfaction of the brown-uniformed officer's sexual desires.
Go home. Tomorrow? Do it again.
If any residents ask, “Sir, why is this happening?” Brutok Snort will say with a grin: “This is called enforcing order.” Even though everyone knows that he is just enforcing his own mood. One night, Brutok was on patrol. He sat on top of his car like a grilled sausage king, twirling his electric weapon that made a bzzzzzt bzzzzzt sound like a cyberpunk mosquito.
“Look at me!” he shouted into the empty street. “I am the law! I am the rules! I am—” “Bro.” A small voice interrupted his speech. Brutok turned his head. Standing on the sidewalk was a small alien. Its body was thin, it had three eyes, and its face looked bored, as if it was waiting for the Wi-Fi to connect. Behind it... were many other aliens. So many. Like a line for fried food discounts.
Brutok laughed.
“Hah! Strange creatures! Do you want to get ticketed too?” The little alien scratched his head. “Actually... we're just having a community meeting.” “What kind of meeting?” The alien pointed at Brutok. “A meeting about... you.” Brutok immediately became emotional. He stepped on the car hood, the siren blared, and he spun his weapon around. “I’m an officer! Do you know who I am?!” The aliens whispered to each other. “We know.” “Yeah, the one who likes to cause trouble, right?” “Oh, that one.” The little alien took out a strange remote control.
Click. Brutok's car engine roared to life. WROOOOOOOOM. The hood started to heat up. Smoke poured out. Small flames began to appear in the engine. Brutok panicked. “HEY HEY HEY! THIS IS A GOVERNMENT CAR!” The little alien just grinned. “Calm down, bro.” “This isn't combustion.” “It's just... cosmic justice barbecue.” The flames grew larger. Brutok's patrol car turned into a giant grill. He jumped up and down on the hood of the car, shouting, “THIS IS AGAINST AUTHORITY!!” The alien in the back chimed in, “Yeah, right.” “If authority is like you.”
Finally, the fire roared loudly. The aliens retreated a little. One of them opened a thermos and said, “Hey, did anyone bring sauce?” Another replied, “Relax, his arrogance is already salty enough.” The next morning, the city was quiet. The patrol car was burned out. Brutok? He had become a legend. A legend used by the residents to remind their children: “When you grow up, don't become a powerful pig.” “If you don't...” “Well... you might end up being roasted by history.”
This drawing is made with ink on paper, using a pencil.
Sketch:
Outline:
In front of camera lenses or on television shows, they appear to be good people, but in reality, it's just a costume they use to camouflage themselves so they can manipulate the audience... hahaha, fucking cops.
This is all I can say for right now, sorry if there are wrong words or my typing is not perfect.
Thank you for taking the time just to stop by and see my work, and see you in my next work. 👽🖐
