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Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching.  Those of us who aren’t completely detached from society will have – or at least find – something worthwhile to do during this commercial holiday: perhaps partaking in a romantic dinner with a loved one; maybe a movie – or possibly something much more intimate.  Of course, some would rather surround themselves with friends and enjoy the company and conversation that would ensue.  That’s all swell and good, but we’re on the Internet: a place where escapism is cherished among those whose only friends exist on a screen.  These cretins have merely their favourite fan fictions to indulge in every day of their miserable lives.  Further down the path of complete lonesomeness are those who are so isolated that they have no more than their role-playing pals to confide in.  Such individuals are burdens on society; thankfully, they’ll never have the opportunity to reproduce (God willing).

Assuming you’re not a complete idiot, you’d have realised the preamble to this article is meant to describe today’s DCQC subject: MangaSarah (otherwise known as Sarah Brooks).  It should come as no surprise when I tell you that everything in MangaSarah’s gallery is complete and utter shit.  Not a single picture is salvageable.  I could say that selecting the images for this article took no effort at all, but I’d be lying – everything is terrible, therefore literally everything in her gallery was a candidate for being covered.  It’s bad enough that she considers herself an artist, too.  Artist gets tossed around more than the word troll on the Internet these days.  But I digress, the issue at hand is not simply what Sarah fancies herself as (although it certainly is an issue), but more so what she has produced to be of such distaste to the Internet art community.  Anyway, without further ado, please enjoy the generic manga-inspired works of art Sarah has graciously provided to the Internet and all of its lonely circle-jerking inhabitants.

It’s not at all difficult to find terrible art on art-dedicated websites, especially when the website in question happens to be deviantART: just browse through the recent submissions, for fuck’s sake!  You can refresh that page all day and not once come across a page that’s filled – top to bottom – with decent to exceptional art.  This isn’t some revelation I’m presenting to you here, it happens to be a well-known fact that dA is a cesspool of terrible art.

To put it simply: deviantART is not a place where good art goes to die, but more so a place where the concept of art as a whole goes to die.  dA’s habitual nature of allowing bad art along with the accompanying bad artists to thrive is seen clearly in the deviantART community’s forceful assimilation of turning all members into the back-patting-let’s-be-friends-disregard-all-criticisms-be-nice pillars of goodness and all-that’s-rightness.

In fact, deviantART should hardly be considered an artistic community, rather more of a social networking site used solely for the acquisition of e-pals; drawing shitty pictures is simply used for conversational purposes. The front page of deviantART – which displays the newest submissions – encourages such terrible artists to join dA merely because they observe shitty Sonic the Hedgehog recolours and decide to “give drawing a shot”.  The drug of every artist constantly being congratulated on every piece of bad art they shit out runs deep in the blood of the dA community.

(Alternatively Known as: How PrincessShaakTi wants to Have Sex with Herself)

It’s nearly that time of the year again.  You know, the time – Christmas the Holidays – you loathe to spend because you’ve been alienated by your family and friends for partaking in obscene fetishes which encompass the majority of your life.  It’s a shame that your sole purpose on Earth is to draw your sexual fantasies with your tablet thingamajig; more shameful than that is the fact that you actively believe your fantasies are a reality.

But you take it one step further: you fantasize about a specific character, and that specific character you fantasize about is supposedly in love with itself (or something resembling itself), and that character that you fantasize about that fantasizes about the other character which happens to be a carbon copy of itself is your fantasy you.

Hopefully I didn’t just describe you, faithful reader.  If you’re confused, that’s perfect!  You should be.  Today we’re going to travel deep into the psyche of PrincessShaakTi, whose rather sad existence revolves around having hot dream sex with herself himself itself.

Remember the article we posted last week about that sick fuck UnknownSoulCollector? Well, he (“He” being UnknownSoulCollector, that is) finally gave his opinion on being the subject of his own DCQC article. Typically, deviantARTists will vehemently disagree with any and all criticisms they get; USC, on the other hand, took a different approach to being the subject of a DCQC article.

Now, before I reveal his angsty retorts, I’ll need to reiterate my point of him being a terrible artist and an even worse human being. Hopefully you have a strong stomach for this kind of stuff. If not, I can’t really blame you. There’s nothing wrong with being intolerant toward pedophiles who like to draw (perhaps even watch or commit real life acts of) little boys having their guts turned inside-out.