Raaku: You know, I stole a pack of Fruit Stripe gum as a child. Ah, those were the days...
In retrospect, perhaps I should not have stolen from that store. It ended up closing down eventually, and somewhere deep inside I felt as though I were partially responsible. It's silly, I know, but there you have it.
Oh yeah, this picture fuckin' blows. I hate you, internet.
Krawczyk: I feel like I want to eat it and yet...at the same time...My primal mountainman hermity instincts have learned me well that bright, garish colours = poisonous/toxic. Ooooh what to do, damn you modern food colouring for messing with my Eat/Do Not Eat buttons.
Decanter: RIP Doug Winger, one of the original Internet 34 artists. If you're into cheesy pun-laden porn dialogue or hyper-futa, you could do worse than take a spin through his gallery.
Also we get to feature a rare 34 subject, so bonus. Should hit some of you in the childhood.
traffik: My pic would be >>974128 , for its use of his (intentionally?) hilarious real-life photo, and more selfishly, for my comment in which I relate an actual Doug Winger-related dream that the pic inspired.
Tumor: @Pangolinx: COPD, if I read correctly.
Gonna miss that beautiful weirdo... He really did a lot of good work for the evolution of modern internet culture, as a whole, and never lost his sense of humor. He was one of the good ones.
ilr: @Pangolinx: when I met him at a con once, he smoked like a chimney. According to journals, he stopped caring about his health, got Pneumonia, and I doubt even an iron lung was gonna save him. RIP DogWeiner ... never thick as a brick but ....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rwn0R1PFUwU
Kitty_D: And now, an eulogy by Goqc2939, on lulz.net:
The doctor bursts into the room as the machines blare, slamming his hands on the edge of the gurney. "No, you musn't give up!" he cries, curling his trembling fingers within Doug Winger's coarsely bunched chest hair. The pallid form beneath him wriggles, like a snake caught in a trap, his breath eager to escape and impossible to invite back in.
"Doc..." he heaves, his eyes red and his lips cracked and his face looking like a badly cooked pan of fried rice. "My legacy...my legacy."
The doctor cracked his back from straightening himself so quickly, his nostrils flaring with excitement and the smell of impending death. "A legacy, Mr. Walker? What is it? I'll do anything to honor your last request!" The doctor's voice wavered and he had to try his best to choke back a stream of tears. Truly, he was touched.
"In my bag," Walker growled, flopping his arm with what strength remained within him to show which direction it was in. The doctor strode over to the bag, almost stumbling over his own feet and the immense weight of his task, and pulled out an inked piece of artwork. It was a squirrel woman, with balls the size of cantaloupes and a throbbing dick which resembled the hot dog part of the Oscar Meyer Wiener car. It was being hastily stuffed into pants way too small, and an old bitty characatred as a wrinkled poodle was shrieking in disgust.
"And what am I to do with this?" asked the doctor, his mind unable to process what exactly was happening all at once. He was still focused on the balls.
"I just...thought of a good one," wheezed Doug, clutching his chest and squinting through pain to laugh with a hollow, rattling chuckle. "The caption...'Are these pants bothering you, lady? Cus they're...killing...me..."
And those were the last words of Doug Winger. The doctor fell to his knees and dropped the artwork on the ground with a clatter. He swore he heard the gates of Valhalla swing open to welcome a new heroic soul.
notanonymous: @DARQ: The "when" is June 23rd. By his request he was disconnected from the machines that were keeping him alive in the morning, and by evening he had died.
DARQ: @notanonymous: This is truly sad to read, fisrt James.M.Hartiman and now another great artist becomes dust in the wind. ;_: Any chance that all of Doug's art can be uploaded to his Furnication Bluebunny site? Just to have all his pieces in one place?
shad322: I'm glad this site has the decency to honor such a great man with a featured image. FA couldn't be bothered to change it's site banner to acknowledge his passing.
BlueZorua: I'm going to stop coming on Rule 34, if these idiotic spyware hijacking ads don't stop popping up every damn time I click a link to an image.
Takumi: As a futa lover, I have to pay respects to this genius. Godspeed, Doug. Thanks for all of the anatomically impossible herms that made my obsession all the more fantastic. This fap is for you. :'(
l0rd0ct0d0rk: @BlueZorua: If all else fails, go with a blocker for a little while. They'll get it straightened out, and when they do, you can turn it back off.
SpY: Met him at a comic con about fifteen years ago, pretty cool-funny guy, freakin' smoke 5 cigs wihin a pint of beer we had during the interview.
@traffik:Kind of inspired me to draw porn, had an intriguing way of sliping porn in the conversation, wouldn't dare not to add his point of view to PPG's imaginary friend.
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Goodnight, sweet prince;
And flights of futa angels sing thee to thy rest.
GirlaPH: Funny enough, I had seen this gum at the store. I'm surprised the gum is still in production. I think the Pink and Blue strips are my favorite, second to the Cherry ones. Also, didn't know this dude made Rule 34 pictures in his animation career. Wonder if animators who did the series (and original character designers) also drew porn of their characters from their shows. Then again, I don't mind drawing my own characters doing to do.
Lots of creative people passing on this year. At least it's not one of the famous celebrities like last year's.
fishmonger: @Farfegnugen: Well, rule 3 does say that they'll get banned until they're of age, but I'm assuming the "of age" definition is 18. Why would you go with 21?
Anonymous21: I randomly stumbled onto Doug's vcl archive over a decade ago, back when I was first going through puberty and becoming sexually aware. Those images changed me, and I became the fucked up pervert that I am today.
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In retrospect, perhaps I should not have stolen from that store. It ended up closing down eventually, and somewhere deep inside I felt as though I were partially responsible. It's silly, I know, but there you have it.
Oh yeah, this picture fuckin' blows. I hate you, internet.
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AND IT'S STARING INTO YOUR VERY SOUL.
also his name was stripes I believe.
as such, tagging.
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@_@ THIS PICTURE IS MADE OF WIN!!!
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Also we get to feature a rare 34 subject, so bonus. Should hit some of you in the childhood.
Honorable mention to >>412313
Just curious, how did he go?
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Gonna miss that beautiful weirdo... He really did a lot of good work for the evolution of modern internet culture, as a whole, and never lost his sense of humor. He was one of the good ones.
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Truly one of the more laid-back old stand-bys of the furry fandom. And a pretty cool dude, all things considered.
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The doctor bursts into the room as the machines blare, slamming his hands on the edge of the gurney. "No, you musn't give up!" he cries, curling his trembling fingers within Doug Winger's coarsely bunched chest hair. The pallid form beneath him wriggles, like a snake caught in a trap, his breath eager to escape and impossible to invite back in.
"Doc..." he heaves, his eyes red and his lips cracked and his face looking like a badly cooked pan of fried rice. "My legacy...my legacy."
The doctor cracked his back from straightening himself so quickly, his nostrils flaring with excitement and the smell of impending death. "A legacy, Mr. Walker? What is it? I'll do anything to honor your last request!" The doctor's voice wavered and he had to try his best to choke back a stream of tears. Truly, he was touched.
"In my bag," Walker growled, flopping his arm with what strength remained within him to show which direction it was in. The doctor strode over to the bag, almost stumbling over his own feet and the immense weight of his task, and pulled out an inked piece of artwork. It was a squirrel woman, with balls the size of cantaloupes and a throbbing dick which resembled the hot dog part of the Oscar Meyer Wiener car. It was being hastily stuffed into pants way too small, and an old bitty characatred as a wrinkled poodle was shrieking in disgust.
"And what am I to do with this?" asked the doctor, his mind unable to process what exactly was happening all at once. He was still focused on the balls.
"I just...thought of a good one," wheezed Doug, clutching his chest and squinting through pain to laugh with a hollow, rattling chuckle. "The caption...'Are these pants bothering you, lady? Cus they're...killing...me..."
And those were the last words of Doug Winger. The doctor fell to his knees and dropped the artwork on the ground with a clatter. He swore he heard the gates of Valhalla swing open to welcome a new heroic soul.
Truly, the doctor realized, a genius was lost.
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And I know it's fixating on minor things, but that they identified him as "Walker" in that eulogy broke it for me. :(
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Wish me luck...
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It was cute at first, now it's just annoying.
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Well shit.
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@traffik:Kind of inspired me to draw porn, had an intriguing way of sliping porn in the conversation, wouldn't dare not to add his point of view to PPG's imaginary friend.
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Goodnight, sweet prince;
And flights of futa angels sing thee to thy rest.
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Lots of creative people passing on this year. At least it's not one of the famous celebrities like last year's.
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Goodbye, Doug. You really were one of the greats.