Depends What You Consider Progress

So long ago (37 weeks is long right?) when we started this thing online, Ewizzle’s bud Jolly V joined in and in my opinion helped set the curve for the game that we play today. From week one’s giant squid, to the last time we’ve seen his work with his amazing Pigsie, his mixes of talent, humor and medias always made me smile.

As is often the case, life itself offered him some opportunities that temporarily pulled him from our midst and occupied his time and creativity so I’m more than proud to drag him back into the fray as this week’s judge and subject creator.

His subject this week leans more from a particular point of view than we usualy take, but in my opinion, if that’s what he wants to see, he’s earned it. Let it be gruesome, let it be horrible, and let the malformed breasts rain down! The rest of this is a direct quote from Mr Jolly himself:

The Pilgrimm is a vaguely humanoid creature originating in Western Europe. They are said to have made their way across the Atlantic Ocean to the coasts of North America on the flowery petals of a false sense of superiority. Taking root in the soil of the east-most edge of the continent, the Pilgrimms quickly dominated the countryside. Historical drawings often depict the creature wielding a large, gaudy, dripping wet blanket that was believed to be used to spread disease, petulance, and cranberry sauce. Young Pilgrimms are depicted as spry and whimsical while the elders stood with an air of entitlement and self-satisfaction. The female variations differed in many ways but were consistent in their having oversized, malformed breasts. Pilgrimms are known for their bad clothing (often including support hose, pointy hats, and oversized belt buckles) and strangely screwed-up faces, which are somehow both fatty and sunken at the same time. In modern folklore, they are described as the ancestors of the Westboro Baptist Church parishioner.