Okay, I definitely want to commission a portrait of Dr. Rosalie Boyce who has just survived the most harrowing Spring of 20XX possible, and has had the most close calls without actually biting it of any C:DDA character I’ve ever played. But there’s no way in good conscience I’m letting you do it FOR FREE. I own a company that pays a ton of freelance artists all the time, year round, to make art that’s in the ballpark of your skill level (and only B&W!) for $50.00 a pop. So I want to at least throw $25 your way.
Bigger issue: I can’t seem to screencap, as I mentioned here, and I do definitely want to get you a screencap of at least my @ screen and my (i)nventory so you can see what she’s wearing and how it’s layered, plus at least the short version of the incredibly harrowing spring she has survived. The highlight was when a skeletal dog that I couldn’t hit in melee or with my pistols gnawed off both of her legs and brought me up to Pain 200 before I finally somehow killed it with a lucky headshot (it’s the first time in Cataclysm I can think of the RNG miraculously saving me instead of anti-miraculously fucking me). I didn’t have the Strength or volume to carry two weapons at once, so I had to drop the gun to pick up my makeshift machete and butcher it. She was left panting on a kitchen floor with two broken legs and her pants and backpack destroyed, STR, DEX, and PER of 0 from the pain, no painkillers stronger than Aspirin, and waiting for the crystal meth to wear off. Somehow she managed to build splints out of the curtain rods from the kitchen windows, splint her broken legs, drag herself into the next room, dismantle the bed, board up the windows, and sustain herself on a small cache of orange soda and root beer while waiting several days for her shattered bones to set. It is the only time EVER in Cataclysm that I have hit 200 pain and two missing limbs and actually somehow survived it. This came after: a day one that involved running through a road-clogging gauntlet of giant ants that unexpectedly turned hostile midway through, a day one run-in with a giant wasp that I really shouldn’t have survived, the wasp sting transitioned directly into the common cold which I was able to hole up in someone’s panic room and wait out (although I came very close to dying from dehydration). And was followed by: detoxifying from acquired alcoholism.
Please do not begin art yet. I’m serious about wanting to pay you (PayPal is easiest for me and is how we pay our regulars) and I’m double serious of wanting to get the screencaps of her current condition before drawin’ starts. But yeah, please kick Dr. Rosalie Boyce onto your pile.
