The REMAKE/REMODEL meme is one of my favourite things. Artists need a place to show off and Whitechapel should always be It. A handful of entries will be showcased on Bleedingcool at the end of each challenge.
THE RULES:
This is for ART ONLY. Any pen-portraits, or crappy scribbles padded-out with words, will cause a deployment of the newly-trained Urethral Attack Maggots. And a banned account.
No stock-photo manipulation. No half-arsed bollocks. Anything deemed to be piss-takery will be nuked from orbit. Original photography is fine.
No more than ONE submission by any one person.
INSTRUCTIONS:
OFFICERS OF THE HOUSE
With thanks to our very own @Purple_Wyrm, who suggested the idea.
A little backstory for our Yanqi pals. You already know we Brits have a bit of a thing for frilly nonsense and pompous ceremony, but you may not know quite how far it permeates. The two legislative bodies which rule the UK – the House of Lords and the House of Commons – are positively sodden with airy-fairy ritualised forms of conduct. One must, for instance, always address fellow politicians in the third person – “my right honourable friend”, etc – via the medium of the Speaker. One cannot make accusations of falsehood or deceit without being cast from the house. One cannot suffer a truly honest or decent person to enter the chamber, etc etc. Most of these conventions are hangovers from the previous 400 years of over-privileged toffs waffling for a living, but it does give the whole thing a pleasingly insane air.
Also: each house has its own Dedicated Hardass.
The House of Commons has the Serjeant-at-Arms, whose job it is to lug around the enormo-mace representing the house’s authority, turf-out any member who gets uppity or breaks the rules, and protect the assembly from outside attack. The House of Lords has the Gentleman Usher of the Black Rod - usually just called “Black Rod”, fnar – who’s best known for his role in the opening of Parliament every year. Whereat the Queen sends him down the hall to the House of Commons to hammer on the door (which gets ceremonially slammed in his face, obviously) and demand all the plebs come and listen to their monarch.
In Britain, politics is magnificently silly.
So let’s have even more fun with these guys. Let’s assume the Houses of Parliament have been taken to the Nth degree. Maybe it’s some far-future version of Britain… maybe an alternate universe ruled by magic and mathematics… maybe a galactic sex-empire based around the ancient ceremonies of Britannia – I dunno. Whatever. That shit’s up to you.
I want you to design the two political Guardians/Cops/Doormen who attend the Upper and Lower house: Serjeant-at-Arms and Black Rod.
One must be male. One must be female. Everything else is up to you.
@Clone Artist: I see even monsters find those damned clothes uncomfortable. Yup, fashion in those days was not made for comfort, good sense or hygiene.
Combine two of Britain's greatest achievements, punk and Emma Peel, viewed by Cartoon Network through a hollywood version of post apocalyptic British Parliament and wha-la. Sort of.