I walked into a game shop the other day with Weng and his brother. As like any other game shop there were rows and rows of CD covers on display, each one a riot of colors vying for the attention of the buyer, and on any bit of wall not taken up by game titles were posters, each one bigger than the last.
These posters were a work of art, an extreme extension of the imagination. They made me sit there thinking, No way could she have breasts like that and arms like that, and fight off evil monsters without needing some serious structural bosom support possibly involving several steel girders and cables.
It's the sort of picture that grabs your attention and doesn't let go because you also wonder how that piece of gauze stays like that without some industrial-strength double-sided tape, and whether nipple plasters and tweezers are part of the Amazonion survival kit.
I mean Tara Reid has enough trouble preventing her breasts from falling out of a comparatively modest dress while standing still on the red carpet, and as for that Janet Jackson superbowl mistake, well the warrior princess in the flowing chiffon get up accented in studded leather would have a bit more to deal with than Justin Timberlake I'd imagine.
Fantasy is great isn't it? Everything runs riot, especially male libidos. But that's okay, because the same kind of minds came up with DoTA All-Stars which I currently can't stop thinking about. VA anyone?
Disclaimer: I really really suck at DoTA. I die a lot, but it's still ultra addictive.
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