Draw Something is a fun game, but like most things, it is always better with Batman, so I have decided to dedicate my artistic skills to my new twitter feed to share this wonder with the world.

http://pic.twitter.com/zq6RL6Ku
"Newbee first post", "Hi, my first thread", "My portfolio, first post"... These are the words that will lead you into some of the most fascinating and captivating concept art on the web. Unduly shunned by pretentious proffessionals, newbee art or "nart" as I like to call it, posesses an undeniable charm and purity that eludes the pompous poster boys of internet art. Don't let these treasures die the death of forgotten forums. Immortalize them as I do in dramatic desktop display.
The next question that would really help Udon sell some pages is this:
"What does Akuma do when he gets that feeling in the middle of a fight"
You know like that, "I wish I had some Immodium AD" feeling? Well it's probably not gonna be pretty with that powder blue costume, I can tell you that! He's probably wishing he had worn his normal dark grey karate pants. It's really gonna tarnish his image, cause man, powder blue and chocolate brown don't go together.
And for our last comic peddling plot line we explore the oddity of Zangief's muscles. He just keeps getting bigger and stranger with each itt of Street Fighter. So the question here is:
"What is Zangief going to look like in SF V after he's had some work done?"
Apparently, by that age his thighs are gonna be pretty saggy, and when you are a grappler in a game where everyone but you can throw fireballs and you are already "challenged" jump-wise in your first appearence, well the botox thighs for version 5 start to make sense.
And I think he's been doing that same, "I bet I can touch my lips to the bottom of my nose, and make one eye really big and crazy" face since SFII.
As long as botox thighs are in, lets go for a few pec implants too. Gotta make up for that hair loss and ambiguous belly definition. We'll miss the mohawk though, we'll miss it.
PS, I still remember your dance with Gorby in SFII, I loved that man...
At first the narrative is confusing and any attempt to interpret the scene raises more questions than answers. Why are these rubber-suit monsters burning the family car? Why are the children standing there watching them instead of running away? Are the monsters their friends? What happened to the driver(s) / parents?
But before we can attempt to address any of these inquiries with confidence, we must ponder the title of the piece, "Sunday Drive".
Ponder with me for a moment...
Have we reached the same conclusion? No doubt. Simple logic leads us to the answer behind this enigmatic scene of despair. What is the most significant element of the deftly chosen title? Would you choose "Sunday" as the dominant principle, or "Drive"? Clearly days of the week are more important than any one vehicle or a ride in a vehicle, so "Sunday" is the dominant theme here.
And what should we do on Sundays? Go for pleasure rides in fancy cars in the middle of the desert? NO! We should be at Church and be spending time at home with our families! Given this tasty treat of lovely logic, the narrative puzzle starts to take form. Obviously these little kids went out on a joy ride when they should be at church, so some fire demons showed up to teach them a lesson, but just as hope might leave us there is one last shimmering possibility in the resigned and mature pose of the children.
"Why aren't you at church demons guys?" they might ask, but the demons have lots of jaw thingies and probably can't talk without blowing stuff up.
So they admit they've been bad, and they accept their loss, and hope for a better day where they can drive freely without fire demons burning their car.
So in my closing conclusion at the end of this review, if I had to summarize the message in fewer words it would be, "That's why you never go for joy rides on Sunday kids, because fire demons will blow up your car".
IN THE FUTURE, WE WILL WEAR METAL UNDERWEAR
This piece exemplifies the quintessential sci-fi nart work. Like so many nasterpieces it is the content more than the quality that earn this baby a place in the nart halls of desktoporama fame.
It also betrays many secrets of our super shiny tech savy future.
In the future we will all wear metal underwear, except for the really unusual aliens which will wear metal shoulder pads with no underwear at all. Because metal underwear is really heavy, metal suspenders will not be uncommon.
Another observation of note is that the metal underwear will often be worn on the outside of our skin tight jumpsuits.
PS all aliens reguardless of their anti-human anatomy will have totally ripped abs and pecs, because all nart-worthy sci-fi characters have pecs and abs.