Massive III

There is so much new and novel about this. I have to be frank and crass and address every impression.

The breasts are not what people usually design around here, but that's good. It's a refreshing return to reality and the possibilities of reality. This looks like a real person, rather than the beach-ball-chested plasti-girls most virginal young men try to pass off as standard. This is frank and honest and confident.

Her face has a range of expression I don't think I've ever seen. There's fury and confidence and amusement, but all blended together in surprising subtlety. Her arm lashes out right beside the viewer, power lancing down her limb, terminating in flung bodies and detritus. But her eyes are locked on the viewer, smirking, glowering, standoffish. Her face simultaneously asks "are you impressed?" and states "I give less than a fuck what you think."

Her hair is a wreath of flambeau. Her skin is flush with potence. Her abs fold, her thighs bulge, this is the last thing a person sees before they cease to exist. This is raw power that extinguishes existence. This is the wry answer to every question man ever conceived. And if it's no answer, that itself is the answer: everything is Goddess.