EDIT: the first time i posted this, the text did not line up with the right picture cause i had missed uploading one picture, but now it is all fixed.
this moc contains the following:
-a custom clone
-a lot of text, including several large paragraphs
the focus of this moc is not so much on the build as much has it is on the story. i really only built the stuff absolutely necessary to give a feel for the setting. (such as stairs going to no where, because the kids walk down the stairs and therefor they were necessary, walls were not necessary because there is no interaction between the characters and the walls, and the walls are not important)
And Now: THE STORY
Once there were two kids. They loved Star Wars like all good children do, and they were very creative. But one time, they were on MOCpages, and they were exposed to the teachings of zealous artist, and he converted them to his ways, the ways of the clonetardz. His teachings said that clones were blank paper waiting for an artist to bring them life, and he urged his followers to bring life to these empty vessels of conformity. His followers went about this work zealously, and they faced opposition from many others, some of them faltered in their mission, but some pressed on. These two specific boys had not yet met any opposition, but they were about to meet opposition of an entirely different sort...
These boys had ordinary names when they were born, but once they became clonetardz, they changed their names. the boy on the left is "hi imma clon cuztumizer und mi stuf iz ah-some rat und comet plz" (or "cuztumizer" for short) and the boy on the right is "lol i can haz suzpandarz! i marster chif 117, dis iz SPARTAN lol" (or "suzpandarz" for short)
and now, on with the story
suzpandarz: an thiz iz mi kool basemant ware i draw un mi clonz!
cuztumizer: awsum dud! i luv itz, 2bagillion starz! chek out mi newezt moc!
suzpandarz: i haz thiz clon heer, not evun bin sharpied yet!
cuztumizer: kool, lutz marky him up! mak him kool lik uz!
cuztumizer: alrit u clon, come wit uz, we'll mak u awzum
suzpandarz: git on dat tabl clon, we gona mak u koolar
suzpandarz: ok, u do tha hellmat, und ill du tha bodE
cuztumizer: ya lats du it! i hop cumandar 117 uf da clon elit will commant un dis 1
As he lay there on the table, helpless, without any way of stopping the "artists" from destroying his pure, white armour, he cowered in the back of his mind, trying to blockout the horrow of what was happening to him.
He thought back to when he was an ordinary trooper. He gained his armour with the rest of his squad, as they donned their armour for the first time, he remembers looking around at the gleaming white troops around him, they were his friends and companions, and now, they were a team. They were equals fighting for a good cause, no one clone was better trained, or more skilled, they were all the same, and they would all stand by each other in battle, not one would hesitate to die for the cause, and none would hold back and let others die in their stead, they were all the same. That was the day he gained his armour, the day that represented teamwork, and companionship. Then, he remembered the day he became a gunner. he was given new armour, his squad was all given new armour, they had all trained side by side to be gunners, and now they all were given their new armour. And even though his squad was seperated after that, they were still a team, they were gunners, they defended the other clones with artilary support, and they gave thier lives if the guns needed defending, they fought for one purpose, and died for one purpose, and they were all the same. but now... these cruel deluded children were ripping apart his connection with the other clones, cause even while he was in captivity, he was still the same as his companions, he still wore the same armour, he was not alone. But now, that connection was being destroyed, with every uneven line, and every smudged design, he was being ripped away from his bretheren, he was no longer the same, he was unique, different, alone....
with that thought, the poor clones mind went beyond the point of no return, he now lived for only one purpose, he lived only to bring death to those who seperated him from everything that mattered in his life. He lived only for revenge! Revenge on all clonetardz!
suzpandarz: wow he luks gud!
cuztumizer: ya, hes da bast!
cuztumizer: yiks! waz happanin???
suzpandarz: i duno, he shudn't b abl tu du thad! he shud nut b abl 2 brake thad rastrainerz!
Darth Tard-Killer: I, am, DEATH!!! look at me tardz, for I will be the last living being you see! I AM DARTH TARD-KILLER!
with that, Darth Tard-Killer suddenly held a lightsaber in his hands, suzpandarz ran for the stairs while cuztumizer stared in horror!
Darth Tard-Killer: foolish scum, you cannot run from a dark lord of the sith!
Tard-Killer used the force and yanked suzpandarz off his feet and back to the table.
Darth Tard-Killer: DIE! TARD SCUM!
suzpandarz body lay in two pieces, there was blood everywhere, as Tard-Killer went after cuztumizer.
First Darth Tard-Killer used the force to pull out cuztumizers skull...
Then he beat cuztumizer to death with it!
cuztumizer: This doesn't seem physically possible! uaagg
The tardz were dead, there was blood everywere. Tard-Killer was just about to leave when he heard someone coming down the stairs...
Who is it? Why it's your friendly neighbourhood traffic cop, here to investigate the suspicious screams.
Officer P: What in the name of the law happened here!?!?
Tard-Killer leaped across the room at the unfortunate police officer!
and impaled him with his lightsaber!
Darth Tard-Killer left the basement, to wander in search of more tardz to kill... the police never found him, and many say he still roams the streets, breaking into houses and saving clones from the horrors that he suffered. so tardz beware, and learn from this story, maybe clones like being the same, maybe it represents teamwork, companionship, and all those good things, maybe your customizing makes clones sad, and depressed, and then your clones may go insane and kill people. And remember, they never caught Darth Tard-Killer...
About the moc:
first of all, yes I used sharpie on that clone, and so yes technically that makes me a clonetard, BUT because I am a clonetard, I can make fun of clonetardz and there is nothing anyone can do about it, because technically i am making fun of myself! (I love technicalities and loopholes, they can get you out of all kinds of trouble)
anyway, so all you clonetardz that don't like this, you can't complain because now i'm one if you.
Yes, that is a custom minifig head, done with sharpie.
no offense to phipson or his sigfig, and no offense to anyone if the names i gave the tardz in this story are similar to your own names, i just made up those names of the top of my head.
I made this custom clone, for a few reasons:
1) as he is a clone gunner, he already has a decal on his helmet, but unfortunatly his decal was misshapen and discoloured, so since he looked ugly anyway, I decided that he should look ugly in a way that I wanted him to look ugly.
2) while i was making him ugly the way i wanted, I though up the idea that "what if the clones resent being changed and unique? everyone says they are blank canvas, and need colour and life, personally i can't think of anything more epic that rank upon rank of clones/stormtroopers that are all the same, especially when the imperial march is playing.
3) this is actually my second (and way worse) custom clone, I also have another clone that has some customzation (not tons, because even though i did customize it, I know it doesn't need to be covered in marker to be a cool custom, I just added a stripe here, filled in that little space there, etc), and it is a lot better than this one, but I havn't posted the other one yet, and I'm not sure when I will.
4)and the last (and actually the only real) reason for posting this, is to give Darth Tard-Killer some backstory, cause i will probably throw him into some other stories to add some randomness and humour/death to the stories. the basement hideout was built only to give the story a little bit of a setting.
one more thing i have to say to all the people who don't like custom clones: the marker looks way better in real life, when you take a picture of a clone with sharpie on it, the flash makes all the tiniest smudges and streaks show up. for exapmle: in these pictures you can see streaks and stuff in the marker, but in real life, you can't see those things unless you put it under intense light and look super closely. so if a custom cloner has streaks in his marker job, think about the lighting and all that before you say it sucks. (but I do know that there are some customs that really truly suck)
anyway, that's it, thanks for reading all of that, and i hope you all liked my story.
and don't worry i won't end by saying "plz rate and commant on mi mok!" cause even though I am technically a clonetard, I do have standards and I know that I personally don't like it when people end their mocs that way.
and as always, constructive critisism/tip are always welcome, especially about the presentation and photography parts of the moc
I enjoyed this. I have made custom clones in the past, but it is quite fun to make fun of myself. I'm pretty messed up. Next thing you know I'll post my Sigfig dying in horrible ways...
I like it
Mike the Sniper
July 18, 2010
ZOMG, best mok evar, culd u pleez luk at mi mok'z , because mine r awsum, but nawt as gewd as urs, 3 billion starz, LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!
Sorry, just had to say that, but your theory is very deep, about clones resenting being different, very deep. But nice story. I do like the names and the poor spelling, that just makes it funnier. Good job, death to all clonetardz! And I don't think you're a clonetard, since you made this just to make a point.