Ready for some nightmare fuel?
You’re in luck!
We’re going to assume that the vast majority of our readership isn’t familiar with FaceApp – an app for both iOS and Android that spits out hilariously cursed retouched photos.
Wish you would have smiled in a photo?
FaceApp’s got you, and will apply an unsettling grin to your photo based on what its neural network thinks the photo should look with your pearly whites bared.
Naturally, we gravitated towards our YouTube gun channel celebrities after mangling photos of ourselves, friends, and family…
And the results are so awful we cannot bear this burden alone.
Easily one of the most entertaining and wholesome historical gat channels around, we’re very big fans of Gun Jesus.
That being said, giving Ian bangs strikes some chord of sheer terror that has shaken us to our very core as humans.
An all around informative channel that covers a lot of basic topics for new shooters, and yet another victim of these horrific, whispy bangs the almighty neural network has chosen.
My dude out here in the woods looking like a midlife crisis wood elf in a dated RPG.
If well-presented information and the calm demeanor of a highschool shop teacher is what you’re looking for in your gun vids, Paul Harrell’s going to be right up your alley.
We almost feel bad letting the malicious computer code turn him into a vaguely Scandinavian Dollar Store Joker.
A good chunk of the larger channels know that your appearance is nearly as important as your content.
And while ballistics testing is cool and all, we have no doubts that DR would have a much different vibe if it was run by an AI-generated Tobias Bluth
“Hickok 45 here, and I just wanted to let you all know that I’ve traveled into the past to become a slightly younger Uncanny Valley clean-shaven version of myself.”
You are now aware that Garand Thumb with smokey eyes, long hair and a mustache is basically just the dude from Nickelback with a gun.
If it wasn’t obvious, we don’t take ourselves super seriously, and we can’t in good faith clown on others and not roast ourselves.
But you have no idea how much we wish we didn’t have to create this horrifying carnival version of everyone’s favorite soccer dad memelord.
We even tried to soften the blow a little bit by imagining he’s just a kindly, eccentric pizza chef instead.
It didn’t work.
Here’s a…slice of his a-pizza-pie!
Has science gone too far?
And more importantly…should we have a Part 2? Who did we miss?