Wild West Fashion Contest

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27.09.2020 00:23:27
cowboy

Thank you kindly to all of y'all who took part in this-here shindig! Submissions are now closed. We'll be announcing our winners shortly, so stay tuned pardners!

27.09.2020 00:23:27

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03.10.2020 23:07:10
cowboy

Howdy, cowbimbos and cowhimbos!
It was real tough narrowing it down to just five when we had so many good entries, and our judging system seemed to agree! With the same score for all three outfits, we ended up with a three-way tie for 5th place. There were also some outfits that didn't quite make it onto the scoreboard, but we appreciated a bit too much to leave unmentioned, so we decided to let each host pick one outfit as a special mention.

1st Place: Weird Hen(tai) (92 points)

"It's either year 1895 or 2095 (retrofuturism is confusing like that). Regardless, Vivian the Gun is ready to wrangle some cattle. She has her cowboy hat, her boots, her lasso, and her trusty steed at her side. Of course, she also has her gun (she is the gun) at her side to protect the cows from any rustlers looking to do them harm. She don't make much, but it's honest work."

2nd Place: SheriffHimbo (91 points)

"As bright as the sun that shines upon it, the yellow rose is possibly the only rose to lack inherent romantic connotations. Instead, this rose is representative of platonic friendship and caring. Presenting this flower to a potential lover is saying that you would rather remain friends. As brilliant as the vastness of space, the blue rose is representative of mystery and the unattainable. Due to the flower's genetic limitations blue variants do not exist in nature.
He clutches a single rose in hand as he watches the silhouette shrink into the distance. At his feet, two petals do an extravagant dance in the wind: one bright yellow and the other a brilliant blue.
(this started as har har yellow rose is the texas state flower and it turned into a short two tale driven by floriography)"

3rd Place: CommunityVerified (84 Points)

"One night while gazing at the night sky, you see something strange among the constellations. New twinkling stars have appeared out of nowhere, outlining the shape of... a cowboy? There is a glow between the stars in what appears to be the shape of a body, a galaxy for his face. A hat glitters atop his swirling head, his waist is adorned with a starry belt, and his feet are graced with sparkling boots. You blink once, confused by your observations. However, when you open your eyes again, the cowboy has disappeared, replaced once again by familiar constellations. As the wind blows past you, a whisper flows into your ears. "So long, space cowboy," it says."

4th Place: Peaches Cream (82 points)

"To out of towners, Joan Sweet is the kindly proprietress of the ol’ Lemon Drop Saloon, serving passers through who mind their own business whiskey and beer ‘till the cows come home, throwing a damn good party to boot. To those in the know, she’s One Eyed Joanie, fearless gun-for-hire serving justice to men with hell to pay. Saloon girls and lady ranchers of the town alike sleep peacefully knowing that if there’s a bounty on the head of some scumbag, One Eyed Joanie is bound to return come morning grasping that head by it’s matted, blood soaked locks: a warning to ne’er-do-wells to stay out of trouble. Or else."

5th Place: Bimbo Bear, bigiron and CountessFagula (81 points)

Bimbo Bear

"Meet Cassiopeia! (named after the band Casiopea, because she's mint-colored and she jams. And to a lesser extent, after the constellation Cassiopeia.) She's an intergalactic singing sensation, and she's going through a country music phase right now. Her latest single is a lonesome little tune called "Ain't No Cows on Mars", inspired by the desert planet. I imagine some of her music right now sounds kind of like this. Her steed, Sagittarius, is a hard light hologram imbued with artificial intelligence."

bigiron

"Meet Blood Red Jack. He was a bounty hunter in his previous life, one of the best. He was good with a gun but not one person could match him in a knife fight. On one mission, Jack got sloppy, a kid got killed, and he got shot straight through the back. Jack now resides in Hell for all eternity, where he captures the souls who dare escape."

CountessFagula

"La Hermana Muerte (Spanish for “Sister Death”) was not always a rumored deity passed among young women awash with fantasies of vengeance. Following the unintentional murder of her bride on their wedding day, she saw through her uncontrollable tears of sorrow the only hint of who the murderer could be: A man with a silver wedding band on his left hand. Roaming the desert with righteous intent, she became more ghost than woman.

Now, an underground yet notoriously worshipped entity in the American West, she passes through each run-down town fulfilling her promise of bringing the great equalizer: death, to any young bride looking to tip the scales of justice in her favor."

And of course, our special mentions:

Vlad (Chosen by Torrenoia)

"When the air gets cold and the waters stop flowing, a nameless bounty hunter known only as "The Reaper" trawls the land in search of anyone with a price on their head, whatever the reason. Some say it's because his soul only awakens when everything else dies. Some say it's just easier for a man to find you when you're holed up in a shack trying not to freeze to death. But everyone knows that you'll never cross his path by accident. If you ever meet The Reaper, the last thing you'll hear is a prayer, 'cus you ain't coming in alive. It's easier to just give up nice and easy, but the Black Whip is always ready for those who put up a fight."

LillyAnn (Chosen by Cowboy)

"During the night she is a saloon gurl known as Lucy the Pussy, during the day she known as Sexy Assassin, gunslinger, wanted dead or alive.

Nothing's free in the cheap world of low lives and rednecks and money don't grow on trees. There's no even a f*cking tree in this smelly desert, only dust, death, stinky drunk cowboys and... cactus. There is no rest for the wicked. Until death finds them,eventually... See you hell one day. But until that day, Lucy is going to have a hell of a fun!"

Big Boy Jenkins (Chosen by Meatbomb)

"so your in the saloon rihgt. Your a cowboy eating cowboy beers in the saloon. The piano guy is playing. Suddently this thing busts in. the piano guy stops. "this is a stickup" it says. "im not fucking around" it says. it squelches towards a table and sits down. it soudns like esophageal peristalsis. "arent you going to do the stickup" the bartender says. "nah" it says. it takes someones lunch. its beef. the thing uses one of the ooze daggers to stab the beef and it starts to pulsate and writhe and ache and sweat. the beef gets up and walks out the door. "

And of course, a very special mention to my co-hosts, torrenoia and meatbomb. Thank you both for all your help putting this ol' rodeo together.

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