Commissar Quakers Leading the Duck Korps of Krieg Funny Cartoon
Artist: Aonghas Shearer-Boyd Source: Aonghas Shearer-Boyd
Commissar Quakers Leads the Duck Korps into Battle
“Quack! Quack! For the Emperor!”
Commissar Quakers: The Unyielding Leader of the Duck Korps
In this delightfully absurd yet unmistakably heroic cartoon, Commissar Quakers stands at the forefront of the Duck Korps of Krieg, a regiment of ducklings clad in miniature greatcoats and steel helmets, armed and ready for the grimdark future. The mighty duck commissar wears a red-capped officer’s hat adorned with the Imperial Aquila, his gaze enhanced by a menacing red laser eye, a sure sign of his unwavering dedication to discipline. Behind him, the dark silhouette of a massive Gothic fortress looms, shrouded in smog and ominous clouds, setting the stage for a battle that only the bravest quackers will survive. With wings tucked in rigid determination, Commissar Quakers ensures that no duck under his command flees before the God-Emperor of Mallard-kind deems it fit.
The Duck Korps of Krieg: Grim, Determined, and Absolutely Adorable
The Duck Korps of Krieg, a clear parody of the infamous Death Korps of Krieg, are depicted as hilariously tiny yet fiercely disciplined ducklings. Each carries a weapon far too large for their little wings, yet their unwavering loyalty is unquestionable. Some wield tiny trench shovels, perfect for digging fortifications—or graves, if necessary—while others clutch rifles and explosives, ready to charge into battle. Their cold, emotionless expressions mimic their human counterparts, reinforcing the ridiculous contrast between their adorable appearance and the brutal, war-hardened role they have been given. Even their equipment, from the oversized gas masks to the tiny greatcoats, is a perfect blend of grimdark and comedic absurdity.
A Future of Endless War (and Bread Crumbs)
The inclusion of a servo-skull equipped with a candle, hovering ominously over the regiment, cements the Warhammer 40K inspiration, as if even in the farthest reaches of Mallard-kind’s Imperium, the machine spirits must be honored. The background, with barbed wire and ruined landscapes, suggests that the Duck Korps are about to waddle straight into the meat grinder of war. But Commissar Quakers will not tolerate cowardice—any duckling showing hesitation will undoubtedly face the Commissar’s righteous quack of execution. This brilliant piece of art balances Warhammer 40K’s signature grim atmosphere with a hilariously ridiculous premise, proving that even in the darkest corners of the galaxy, there is only war—and maybe a few scattered breadcrumbs for morale.
