MST: Attack Upon Kakariko (with added squiddy self-promotion)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Legend of Zelda series, any of the characters in said series or Ryo. The Legend of Zelda is copyright of Nintendo, and the fancharacter Ryo was created by Ryuu-Atrineas. I own nothing but my own commentary.

Attack Upon Kakariko can be found here.


SQUID NOTES: So today, I'm doing my first Ryuu-related MST. This is also gonna be a crosspost, as Rinku suggested I do so. This thing's THAT bad and due to my mood being significantly less than charitable, this is loaded with all kinds of mean-ass snark. You can find this at both Z: EF and my own side project, Calamareye's Pond, which I'm going to shamelessly plug... right about now, actually. And as I'm too lazy to edit my author's notes, you'll notice they look stunningly familiar.


And now with no further ado, I give you Attack Upon Kakariko.

Attack Upon Kakariko
C: Because Attack On Kakariko is too mundane for someone such as His Grace The King Of Fail.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: “This is taken from Zelda's point of view, so a lot of the scene is missing for now.
C: Hey. Remember way back in 2010 when my first Ryuu-specific Z: EF post was made? On Ryuu's bullshit sexism? So do I, suddenly.

Ryo later tells her how things went, so you'll eventually get the whole story.
C: Come ON. OoT proved she's capable of holding her own, though TWW!Zelda is more badass by far.

If this was a video game, though, you'd be playing through the events as Ryo, even though the narration is from Zelda.
C: Yeah, that's not sexist either.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
C: The magic eight ball says 'don't count on it.'

...please pardon any/all spelling mistakes.”
C: No. You have no fucking excuse. This was uploaded in... 2007. You should be able to fucking spell on your own by time you were 17/18.

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Narrator: Princess Zelda
C: WOW! REALLY? I NEVER WOULD'VE GUESSED.

We trod on the Death Mountain trail once again to leave the
C: THIS FUCKING SENTENCE. HOW MANY KINDS OF AWKWARD CAN ONE SENTENCE BE?

hights.
C: HIGHTS! TIGHTS FOR GUYS THAT CLING IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES, IF YOU KNOW WHAT WE MEAN.

I could not help but sit down a moment, for I was tired.
C: Yeah, people just plunk their ass down in midair all the time--- Waaaaaaaait...

Usually standing and sitting a lot, I wasn't used to walking and running all day.
C: Because the woman who became Sheik and followed Link all over Hyrule is fragile.

I thought I had just sat down for a second when I suddenly heard Ryo ask me if I was okay.
C: And I bit back the initial reply of 'I was much better before you spoke to me, thanks.'

"Yes, I'm alright," I answered. "I'm just not used to all the running is all."
C: …. Have you seen Sheik's legs? Gender debate entirely aside, I don't think Princess Zelda will be totally worn out halfway down Death Mountain's trail...

"It is very tiring for you, isn't it?"
C: What's tiring is dealing with dipshits like you who think a woman can't be physically strong. You steroid-gobbling jizz-splattered bison phallus. Go die, plz.

he asked me, coming closer.
C: NO! BACK OFF, HEATHEN, YOU'LL CONTAMINATE ME WITH YOUR BELIEF IN PAGAN GODS! YOUR KRIST IS POWERLESS AGAINST THE GREAT GODDESSES!

"Yes, but I'll be okay," I replied. Either he didn't listen or he was protesting a little to my words, but he reaches his hands at my legs and back.
C: Because the little woman doesn't know what she wants. Go get yourself locked in a freezer.

Before I realized it, he was carrying me. I pushed a little bit against him in my own protest. "Oh, Ryo! You don't have to carry me!"
C: She's right. Besides, she'll prolly get there faster on her own than with Dippy the Walking Piece Of Masonry dragging her along.

"You're tired, M'Lady. You need to relax,"
C: More of the little woman not knowing what she wants. Scratch the refrigerator. You need to be locked in the Ice Cavern for a while.

he smiled to me.
C: Just because you smile doesn't make this any less akin to a two year old throwing a tantrum because he was told no. Go to your room. You've been a very bad boy, Ryo. No dinner. No dessert.

"But it has not been I who has fought and defeated two huge monsters and lots of little ones in one day!
C: No, you're just being manhandled by the biggest one of all.

Surely you need rest far more than I!" I argued, but not harshly.
C: He actually prolly does. Look at the fucking size of him. I'll be shocked if he can breathe well...

"Kakariko isn't far. My legs can still take us there without problem,"
C: The problem is, they just detach from the rest of me, wander ahead and then come back with a wagon. If they don't return, it's a mess.

he responded. "However, I don't think the beds in the inn will be like your bed at the palace. I hope you'll still be comfortable."
C: It isn't like she spent seven years on the run from Ganondorf or anything, nooo.

I stopped pushing against him, knowing he wasn't going to let me go.
C: The first half-sensible statement in this shitting thing. Please tell me the next step involves her hitting in the nuts with an ice spell?

Somehow... even though I had been protesting, I didn't want him to either.
C: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, squids and squidettes! Ryuu has NO FUCKING IDEA how women's minds work.

Instead, I decided to let him hold me.
C: ….. GodDAMMIT.

I rested my head on his shoulder as I answered, "It's not that hard to make me comfortable."
C: Seems all she needs is to put her head on a shoulder like a rock. Uh... Well, I wouldn't think that'd be real comfortable but whatever floats your boat.

I closed my eyes and just felt Ryo's hold on me.
C: Because with hands the size of non-grotesquely disproportionate peoples' faces, you can't not feel it touching you.

How warm he was... Even though I had not seen his body in detail, I could feel he had a powerful one.
C: Powerful is not the term I'd use. 'Silly', maybe. 'Laughably disproportionate' would be better. 'David Banner-esque but without the green skin' would also work. So would 'what the fuck is that guy injecting', really. I'm not picky.

I soon found that I have been silly to attempt and refuse his service.
C: WHOA. WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT BEING CARRIED. SAVE IT FOR LATER, YOUR HIGHNESS AND FREAKAZOID.

At last we came to Kakariko Village.
C: Because the Death Mountain trail ends next to Gerudo-slash-Saiyan Valley--- Wait. Wrong MST. Sorry.

Lucky for us, the inn was close to the trail's gate.
Wow! How magically convenient!

When we entered, Ryo apologized that he'd have to put me down now,
C: Can someone put ME down? All the badfic I've read is making me lose my will to live, especially coupled with the Left Behind series.

but I said he did not have to be sorry.
C: You're right. He should be sorry for laying hands on you in the first place.

When we were to pay for our rooms, Ryo handed the man a purple rupee to pay for us both!
C: Wow! What a shitty inn this'll be if they charge 25 rupees a room!

"You really are too much sometimes, dear Ryo," I giggled.
C: So over the course of a walk he's gone from 'GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME' to 'dear Ryo'. Ryuu? THIS IS NOT HOW CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WORKS.That is all

"You do not have to pay for my stay here."
C: Don't be silly. He has to pay for a lot more than that, from where I sit.

"We have been finding rupees all day in those dungeons, so why not I put them to good use?" he asked me. "You can re-emberse me
C: I totally misread that as 're-immerse' And I had mental images of him being waterboarded at Gitmo. I shouldn't have found that amusing...

if you want, M'Lady, but by all means I don't have a problem with parting with a few extra rupees."
C: Which is why we're apparently staying at Shitty McShitterton's Bargain Basement Inn!

I tilted my head a little in curiocity.
C: I thought we were in Kakariko. I've never heard of Curio City. Could I get directions?

Normally, a wanderer type
C: A WANDERER TYPE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

needs all the money he can get to survive when he reaches towns.
C: In which case, he must be fucking filthy rich. The dude's built like the Hulk. He's gotta eat a load. That isn't cheap.

Here, he was freely giving away his rupees for me - one who had more than I needed right then.
C: OOOH, HOW GENEROUS HE IS! IT'S NOT LIKE I REALLY TRIED TO PAY. OR LIKE HE'D LET THE LITTLE WOMAN PAY EVEN IF I DID!

The innkeepr
C: Is that like a Feraligatr or something?

handed us our keys and we walked to our designated rooms. Ryo followed me into my room for a moment.
C: Creeeeeeeeepeeeeeeeeer.

I began to remove the armor that rested upon my shoulders
C: You mean the PAULDRONS?

and he made sure the bed was smoothed out.
C: … That isn't creepy at all.

I removed my tiara and placed it on the side table
C: If you were climbing Death Mountain, why were you wearing it in the first place?

and Ryo fluffed my pillows.
C: Which is what he should be doing. Not being king.

I began to smile as he was doing this volentarily.
C: He may be doing this voluntarily, but volentarily? I think not.

I never once asked him to do these,
C: …. I'm... Sorry?

yet he wanted so much to make sure I would be comfortable here.
C: Hello, author's-self-wank.

I removed my gloves and my shoes and Ryo stood back to let me sit on the bed a minute.
C: YOU ARE SITTING THERE WATCHING HER UNDRESS. YOU ARE ON TOP OF HER AND ONLY MOVE BACK SO YOU CAN SIT ON THE BED. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?

"You really are too much sometimes,"
C: Not what I was looking for--- Oh, there we go. YOU'RE SEXUAL HARASSMENT MAN.

I repeated with a smile. He simply smiled back to me pleasently.
C: Which has nothing to do with 'pleasantly'.So I choose to interpret it as a synonym for 'lecherously.

"I hope everything is well for you, my Princess,"
C: Everything was fine till you followed her in here and started watching her strip, you freak.

he bowed. "I wish you pleasent dreams tonight."
C: Not while I'm here. For god's sake.

"I wish you pleaent dreams as well,"
C: Jesus. That's the second different misspelling of pleasant I've seen.

I nodded happily. He began to leave the room, knowing I would need to get out of my dress before I could go to sleep. He was good enough to know not to stick around for that.
C: And yet he decided to sit around and watch you take off the rest of your clothes. He's still a creepy asshole.

Before he closed the door all the way, I spoke up, "Ryo...! Thank you." His smile seemed all the more genuinely happy, hearing that.
C: Oh my GAWD.

He's such a kind-hearted man... I thought. He doesn't mind taking a few hits for my sake... But why...?
C: Does the author repeatedly basically start jerking it over his self-insert? I have no idea, Your Highness.

I removed other garments I was wearing
C: Ryuu has no idea how dresses are worn, clearly.

except for my closest wear.
C: ….... The terms 'undergarments' or 'underwear' or 'linens' never crossed your mind, Ryuu? Dear god.

I slid into the covers
C: Into now = under, apparently.

and laid myself down, smiling about the events.
C: You shouldn't be. You didn't even get him in the balls with ice. Dammit.

Even though they were over and I was alone,
C: Because... You can only think filthy thoughts.. When in the presence of others? Oh my god that's gonna get awkward.

I couldn't take my mind off of.... him....
C: HOLY SHIT, THERE'S BEEN A MAJOR EXPLOSION OF EASY CHEESE ALL ACROSS THE UNITED STATES!

Then I was disturbed in the night by the sound of glass shattering next to my room and then accompanied by a loud, hoarse scream!
C: I'd be more worried about the run-on sentences, to be honest.

Frightned,
C: Wha... You're so frightened you fart, I guess?

I sat up, holding the covers up in front of me.
C: BRILLIANT IDEA. IF THE WORLD IS ENDING YOUR BLANKETS WILL PROTECT YOU. ARE YOU FUCKING FIVE?

I looked around, but I could not see anything out of the ordinary.
C: You're in your room. That'd be why.

At last, a knock came to my door.

"C-come in...?" I responded shakily.
C: ….. Time of crisis and SHE JUST LETS WHOEVER IT IS COME IN. FUGEIDHFWFF4.

The door opened to show Ryo!
C: Le gasp!

He was simply wearing his pants and shirt, no gauntlets, boots, or even his chainmail
C: So he... Got dressed and ran outside barefoot? Brilliant. Hope you're up to date on your vaccinations, O Lord High Dipshit of Moronia. 'Cause if you step on a dropped rusty weapon you are SO fucked.

. I saw his hair's full length for the first time,
C: Sounds so WRONG.

and how long it was!
C: HOW LONG IS IT? … Wait, that wasn't a joke. My bad.

It flowed smoothly like a waterfall of fire.
C: …. How the fuck can fire form a waterfall? You'd THINK the two were kind of mutually exclusive.

to the backs of his thighs.
C: PURPLE. PROSE. IS SUFFOCATING ME. *gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack* Also, what's with the random sentence end after the fucking waterfall of bullshit?

I could tell by his expression that he was not at all happy.
C: Because the only other way to tell is the neon fucking sign over his head that says, 'I'M NOT HAPPY.' The FLASHING neon sign.

He walked to me, asking if I was unharmed. I told him I was alright, but I noticed he wasn't. A cut near his left eye worried me.
C: If it was in the eye, would you be less worried?

I said to him, "Oh, Ryo... you're hurt."

"It's just a scratch, M'Lady. I'll be fine."
C: Curses. Foiled again!

"What happened out there? Who screamed?" I asked in panic.
C: Just a pack of small children who caught sight of Ryo. Same as usual.

"A team of Stalfos decided to attack the village... I went and helped stop their attack. The scream was from their leader, Brutus..."
C: BAHAHAHA, I LOVE HOW HE JUST SAYS THIS AND IS COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS TO THE IRONY OF SOMEONE CALLED BRUTUS SCREAMING LIKE A SIX YEAR OLD GIRL.

he explained to me. "But a stone came through here - I see it wasn't your window, thank goodness."
C: So of course it doesn't matter.

"No, it wasn't mine..."
C: Aaand now I suddenly am having flashbacks of every Jerry Springer show episode I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry to have your sleep disturbed..."
C: Which is funny, because you should be giving her nightmares left and right...

"Ryo...? I'm... scared."
C: So am I. Scared for what this shit is doing to my IQ.

With softened eyes and without word, he gave me a hug. I felt safe with him. He began to stroke my hair lightly,
C: Personal boundary violations don't matter.

saying, "I know, M'Lady... I know... I'm sorry..." I don't know how long he hugged me, but we did eventually let go.
C: EVENTUALLY. Makes it all better, that--- NO IT DOESN'T.

He said, "I hope you can get back to sleep."
C: Hey, who gives a fuck about the damage the Stalfos attacking the town caused as long as the Princess can sleep? Ryo, you are a shitty, shitty hero. I hope you get shoved and die in a vat of cock snot, you fart-lighting dingleberry of an Ahhold wannabe. Ryuu, you should be ashamed of yourself.

"You too," I said with a nod.
C: YOU GET BACK TO SLEEP. FUCK THE TOWNSPEOPLE.

He began to leave and I watched him go.
C: Gasp! He's leaving and I'll never see him again! …. Fuck OFF. He's down the hall at most.

I laid down again, now understanding more of the dismay that the townfolk had to undergo in times of a mysterious curse...
C: 'Cause hey, it's not like Zelda experienced any of this herself when she was Sheik--- WAIT A FUCKING SECOND. Remember when Sheik got knocked across the fucking town by Bongo-Bongo? I DO.

I laid there, awake for what felt like hours, but I eventually fell asleep, not knowing what would happen when I woke up... or if I would wake up...
C: HELLO MELODRAMA!

...yet somehow, with Ryo here, I felt I would without injury...
C: Till he rolls over on you. Then you're SOL.

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You can't tell I'm in a fucking bad mood at ALL tonight.

More Like 'Lizlolfos'

So, while the three of us basically sat around and did other bullshit that didn't involve updating a blog, Ryuu remained as busy a little bee as ever, churning out drawing after drawing and uploading them to his DA, each one just as bland and manufactured as the last. Most of them can be sorted into one of two categories:

1. Sloppy pencil sketches on lined paper of one of his shitty OCs just standing around in a boring, recycled pose
2. Sloppy pencil sketches on lined paper of two of his shitty OCs doing schmoopsy-woopsie kissyface or something else that serves only to prop up Ryuu's floppy dick.

The majority of entries in both of those categories have no background to speak of, though I'm tempted to just say that none of them do, because the very few exceptions have little more than embryonic, half-formed backgrounds done in noodly lines that remind me very much of the shitty notebook doodles I made in middle school. This one is a good example.

"Come quickly, before my spine snaps completely in half!"

Nice wonky perspective there, Ryuu. I don't know why Zelda's complaining when it looks like she can just push that wall over, especially since the bricks are clearly made out of wiggly jiggly gelatin.

Of course, the only reason there's a background at all is because Zelda would've looked really silly and much less like a wimpy damsel who needs saved by her beeg bwave hewo if she was leaning up against an empty void, so like most instances where Ryuu's forced to do something that requires more than just the barest of effort, he scribbles it out as fast as he can, and then probably strokes himself some more over what a genius he is for putting in a shitty background.

But I'm not going to pick apart that pic (yet). The picture I'm focusing on today falls squarely in the first category of Ryuu's pinup-o-matic art process. Sloppy pencil sketch, check. Dumb, derivative OC that we don't care about, check. Standing in a stupid pose...

Well...

Uhhhh...

Everyone's probably already making this joke, so I see no point in prolonging it. That lizard is clearly masturbating. It's so obviously whacking off that I really have no idea how Ryuu didn't stop at some point, look at this pic, and go, "Wow, I totally just drew a picture of a lizard jerking it." He really could have put that sword somewhere--ANYWHERE--else, and even though I'm sure Ryuu was going for some sort of menacing snarl, that is a look of sleazy euphoria if ever I saw one. Put that lizard on the edge of a bed with a magazine in one hand and his belt 'round his knees and I can guaran-damn-tee that more than a few of you will find it very familiar. I'd almost suspect that he did it on purpose, except Ryuu isn't anywhere close to being that clever (and masturbation is probably THA DEVIL in his fundie house anyway), so it's more likely that this was subconscious on his part. Make of that what you will.

Ryuu also can't spell. I know, this is hardly news, but when a misspelled word is in the fucking picture for chrissake, not to mention the title of the pic--you know, the part that everyone can see displayed prominently in your gallery--it's kind of hard to miss. You'd think that'd make it important enough to spend two seconds checking Google for the proper spelling, but then again you probably aren't High King Ryuu of the Republic of Halfassia.

It's 'lizalfos', Ryuu. Notice the 'lfos' at the end, as in 'stalfos' or 'wolfos', or 'give-more-than-half-a-shit-about-your-audience-for-oncelfos'.

Yes, folks, I actually do completed monster art!

This DA entry actually illustrates pretty well the sort of distortion that shapes Ryuu's world view. For one thing, he calls this "completed monster art" when it's anything but. Completed art usually involves inking or coloring or shading or, you know, erasing the extra fucking lines, and yes that includes the ruling on your shittyass notebook paper. Completed art is stuff that's finished enough to use commercially. Can you imagine a reputable business putting something like this on their cartons? Even the money-grubbing anus weevils that created this monstrosity wouldn't touch that shit.

A lazy, low quality, blatantly derivative rip-off of a movie, and yet still more effort than anything Ryuu has ever churned out.

Notice that I said "finished enough", not "skilled enough", because I'm sure if I didn't point that out, there'd be a bunch of crying about it. Even if this was the most beautifully rendered pic with exquisite anatomy and all that other crap, it still wouldn't be completed art. It's a sketch at best, and I'm being generous to grant it even that.

Of course, all that's only true in the real world. In Ryuu's world, all that's required is that just enough effort was thrown in to allow people to praise him to his satisfaction, and with an ego as swollen as his bloated internet avatar, that doesn't take a whole lot. And in this world where everything Ryuu shits out is automatically solid fucking gold, he of course has to reassure his stunned audience, who are no doubt rendered breathless by this incredible example of artistic versatility and talent. Yes, folks, you are not hallucinating, he actually does the same mediocre crap that he's been doing for the last several years.

For all the variety and imagination that actual lizalfos have in the games, and for all the real lizards and other reptilian animals that he could've pulled from, he creates the most generic round-skulled dinosaur bullshit that he could've possibly made and then has the gall to brag about it.

The Lizofols in Hyrule are the most well-known of the specie, but Moblins are more dominant. In Dawne, Dodongos are the main threat. Gandor has its top monster as the ReDead. But in Archon, Lizofols are the kings of catastrophe.

They dwell in the forests on the outer edge of Archon, their old civilization that had crumbled and lost to weather and time still being their camps and shelter. They are reduced to just a savage tribe of lizard-men who will kill any who wander into their ruins.

They admire their legendary hero, a statue made of him with amber eyes on their temple's pedestal. Trouble brews, however, when an archeologist takes this relic and places it in the Archonian museum. The Lizafols are determined to get it back, even if it means ravaging the kingdom to do it...

It might be easier to just say that the whole description is a giant mess of mangled sentences. "Kings of catastrophe"? Is this a Saturday morning cartoon? That line about their civilization is so muddled that I don't even know what the fuck it means. Is he saying they live in the ruins of their old city? Why the fuck don't you just say that, then? So their legendary hero is a statue and it's made of... him? I'm not sure if that's redundant or disgusting. Why not just say "They admire their legendary hero and have a statue of him on their temple's pedestal"? Oops, nope, we're Ryuu and even though we half-ass everything else, for SOME REASON we have to go out of our way to write the loopiest sentences we can manage. It seems to be the only thing he puts any effort into, which is simply baffling.

It's not deep or artsy if you do it without knowing what the hell you're doing. It just makes things confusing and reeks of trying too hard.

I had fun with this guy, the head came out awesome, I think!

Surprise surprise, Ryuu thinks that something he did is awesome! Too bad he's wrong. The nose is badly skewed for one thing, which could've easily been fixed if he'd bothered with perspective lines, but more importantly, at some point between drawing the muzzle and the teeth (every single fucking tooth, thus turning his mouth into an ugly grey shaggy mess at this resolution), he seems to have forgotten where the muzzle ends and drew the canine teeth in the middle of the mouth. Either that or they aren't canines at all and are just randomly huge teeth among a whole bunch of uniformly tiny ones. It's really hard to tell with this guy. I won't get into the fact that having specialized teeth such as canines are a mammalian thing, because whatever, fantasy.

I may do more monsters in the future because both storywriting with my love and playing Skyward Sword are inspiring me. And also, because I'm playing Skyward Sword, Journal of the Wayward Redguard is on hold for a while.

I hope you all like!

Lizofols (C) Nintendo

And by "inspiring" he, of course, means that he's slinking around this fertile field, carefully sown and tended by other hard-working artists, and ripping off the ripe fruit like some kind of mutated, tumorous fox.

Pretty sure we touched several times upon why lined paper is a shitty art support, but here it is again, making his picture even more needlessly cluttered and really damn hard to make sense of, and despite his promise to clean it up before uploading, he sure couldn't be bothered to do it this time. I dunno, maybe it wasn't possible without eating away at some of the penciling, and oh, how unthinkable it would be to deny us all those totally necessary construction lines and shit. After all, that's what makes his art just like the professionals!

I like the bonus whine about people not licking his boots every time he shits out a pic.

Too bad he doesn't understand what those lines are for, as demonstrated by his claim that he doesn't "use lots of circles and lines," which of course means he doesn't actually do it like professional artists do it, but more like one step up from a rank amateur. Ryuu doesn't bother trying to learn why things are done the way they are, he just does whatever he likes, after taking a cursory glance at the superficial appearance to make sure that it kinda sorta looks the same, much like a con artist who puts fixtures in a bathroom that don't actually hook up to any plumbing. He draws the legs with no mind paid to skeletal structure or volume or proportions, just a few well-practiced lines that read "leg", and then draws over the same lines a little darker, after which he crows about what a damn genius he is.

Seriously, those legs are fucking ugly and there's no understanding whatsoever about how they're supposed to work. They're just a bendy, boneless, blocky digitigrade version of his usual "legs spread apart with one foot in side-view and the other just shy of head-on view" pose which is really boring. And that back one looks kind of like a penis, just saying. Basically everything he does is based on memorized rote, and since he thinks following a memorized formula to make art is a good thing, you end up with fifty thousand pictures in all the same god damn poses with the same legs and the same three sets of eyes and blah blah blah.

I'm not an art thief, tee-hee!

I'm not kidding, though, it's actually really hard to see what the hell's going on. The basic pose is legible enough, but it's confusing as fuck trying to find where his tail is, or how big his thigh is, or whether that's his neck flap or part of his chest, or how the fuck his chest even works for that matter. If the only way you can comprehend what the fuck you're looking at is by literally mapping it out with your eye, line by line, to see how shit lines up, then you're doing it wrong.

A good picture is discernible at a glance, bonus points if you can shrink it down to a thumbnail and still tell what you're looking at, especially if the picture is essentially a model sheet for something you created. People want to know what the fuck they're looking at, preferably without having to be told; they don't want to bother trying to work out a confused mess. But Ryuu doesn't give a shit about other people. If it's good enough for him, then it should be good enough for everyone else.