It may seem like I'm new to this fandom, but I'm not. I got super into thsc about 4 years ago (which is when it released), and kinda had fun with it. Unfortunately, I don't have the history that some people have with this game, and that does make me kinda sad, but I'm glad to be here anyway!
I hope that I continue to fixate on this fandom for weeks in the future. I'm just having that much fun!
4 years is crazy. I can hold that on one hand, man.
I do have some extra stuff to share as well. For example, my oc's trying to celebrate the anniversary.
And failing. Carter dropped the cake. XD
It's okay, though. Devin is making him feel better with terrible puns and jokes.
Good morning, everyone. Here's a sloppily written thing to go with a drawing I made yesterday. (For context, Devin is on a mission to break Reginald and Right out of the wall. He's getting Right, but of course, that guy is in maximum security, so he has to pry open a locked, heavy metal door.)
Devin practically slammed his cybernetic arm into the crack of the metal door and pulled. Sure, if he had two regular arms this would've been really stupid. But his left arm, the one that had to be replaced, was of course not normal. It was built not only to replace his arm but it also came with extra features. The extra strength was going to be helpful in this situation.
The door started to bend under the pressure to the point that Devin could get his fingers around the edge of the door. He took hold of the edge of the door with both hands now and pushed his leg against the wall for extra force. The metal started to groan under pressure. Both from the door and his arm.
Devin grunted out of frustration but kept pulling on the door. Something in his left arm popped and sparked, but he wasn't going to stop now. The joints started to pop in his arm to expose the inner workings and wires that were now the only things keeping it together. He let out a spew of strained curses that would have made Right Hand Man proud of him.
Finally, the door gave way as the latch broke. He stumbled back and caught himself on the opposite wall.
Devin's arm started beeping warnings at him. That same agitating sound that had plagued him for all these months and it was going to give away his position.
In a fleet of panic, he grabbed his pocket knife and was just barely able to lift his arm enough to slam it into the palm where the beeping was. Surprisingly, it worked since the beeping came to a slow stop. He sighed heavily and slammed the sockets back into place. It's not like it would have helped him anyway. He could barely move it, and the fingers were all bent to prevent any movement anyway.
I had enough motivation to color Devin's Toppat Leader design.
I had no idea how TIME CONSUMING this style was! This took me 5 HOURSS!
One of the major changes I made was his hair. Instead of white, I changed it to brown with faded purple at the tips. (He dyed it forever ago) The only reason I had it white before was to try and fit the art style of the game, but God, it was a mistake. Coloring it made me realize that the way his hair was styled made him look like he had a huge bald spot 😭
HI CHAT I HAVE A LOT OF DRAWINGS FROM SCHOOL... MWEHEHHE
ANYWAY THATS ALL FOR NOW.... I've been posting a lot you guys are probably SICK of me!!!!! Just kidding we have fun. ALL OF YOU ARE SO SILLY IN MY REBLOGS...LIKE MOTHS TO A FLAME.../j