Context: Someone on IRC mentioned that they had gotten radiation poisoning after entering a cave, and I mentioned that the last time I went in a cave, it wasn’t radioactive, it was bearioactive (as in there was a bear there, and it actively ripped me to shreds). Edmund came back to the keyboard, saw my comment, and was highly amused by it. So this is for him![/spoiler]
No of course he didnt
Also I lied when i said i didnt knew how to make comics, I was just lazy
By the way the gal in the first panel is the same one from that first picture i posted here
I’m suddenly remembering my first encounter with a Jabberwock… I hit it with two LAWs that it shrugged off and it scared me as much as the time I took on a Pseudogiant with an RPK in STALKER and went through four boxes of rounds (…800?) with about 90% accuracy.
I tried to hit it with my car (At that time I was using a regular RV) and that’s when I made my “All vehicles must be able to reach at least 120 MPH” rule.
This was not intended to be a proportionate masterpiece nor an exercise in posing. I just wanted to doodle out Harvey The Wannabe Mechanic’s (now Harvey the Tinkerer’s) weird hands since that one time with the tentacle bug.
Last playthrough he was getting avian and beast mutations via looting dead scientists, but I’m always gonna imagine him with some form of octofingers going on hahaha.
Glad to see my fanart was well received, I wanted to get something out for Pthalocy and Trustypatches before I drop my internet on Sunday.
That said I won’t be posting with anything near regularity until I get some things sorted on my end, so you guys will have to pick up the slack on murdermobiles and bumbling mutants for me.
I had a good idea for a cataclysm related picture. At first it would appear to be a cave-man type figure in tattered clothing hiding behind a bush and holding a knife spear while stalking a bear . As you look closer, you see the bear is zombified and starting to rot in some places, and the figure is wearing tattered clothing but has a military rucksack on his back. On the horizon, a small town lies dormant.