#neoscum fan art

[darkthare]

A sketch from 2021 (holy shit almost 4 yrs ago) of the NeoScum crew getting readdy in a motel bathroom that I never posted to Tumblr!

I'm trying to find all my old Scummer art that died on Twitter :,)

INCLUDING

My second or third digital piece of Scum art >:) crazy seeing how the designs have changed (Maybe I should do a redraw...)

[ghostmoor]

SERAPHIM:\\ DECRYPTED EDITION IS HERE.

SERAPHIM:\\How_to_Be_Good is a collection of comics, illustrations and words exploring the traumatic past of several children raised by Legacy of Adam: a global mercenary corporation that operates covertly to provide their high-market clients - energy giants, megacorporations, private militias - with armed protection of the highest calibre. It's a lifestyle that requires sacrifice. That sacrifice is not voluntary.

A little over three years to the day since the original version was posted, you can now get this new, expanded edition of my NeoScum Extended Universe zine featuring Aubrey, Nein and June (and a few others...) right here on itch.io.

This has been a major project for me this year and I originally wanted it to be done way WAY back in February or something but I kept coming up with new stuff to put in it and things to change and well! Here we are. But I think it's better for it and I really like some of the new stuff in here. It's FREE so you have no reason not to download it and take a look :-)

[canvas-the-florist]

Nathan Yaffe from Drawfee and Casey Toney from Neoscum have the same energy

[mitchelldailygames]

Developer Deep Dive: Pox's Pockets

I made Pox’s Pockets for Eleni Sauvageau’s birthday in 2020. Eleni plays Pox of the NeoScum podcast, a candy-loving thief with a propensity for slicing open rats to search through their insides and a real jerk of a dad. I have a lot of love for this hilarious, raunchy, and weird podcast for so many reasons and think the cast is great.

Pox is a character who has many pockets and is often stuffing things into them, sometimes absentmindedly. The game features the things she’s picked up coming to life and having drama and adventures in her pockets à la Toy Story.

It’s a pretty simple d6+modifier system with what I still think is charming character creation. You can be candy, useful things like keys or lipgloss, little treasures like pocket watches or toys, trash, or things that don’t quite fit in just one category like an old hamburger.

There’s a unique mechanic where you put all your characters’ names on a list along with any notable NPCs, set a physical timer at your table, and when the timer goes off roll a d20 and compare the result to your list. If you rolled the name of a character, Pox has need of that character and takes them out of the pocket. They are probably never seen again. This is just a wild random death thing that I love for this game.

You’d probably want someone with GM reins for this game, but I included twenty scenarios that players could probably engage with without using a GM, letting their die pick the scenarios. These range from mean girls at Pocket Prom to a bullet ripping into the pockets, spilling out several residents, and letting loose a river of blood.

The game is filled with references to NeoScum and puns. It’s a funny little game, and I love it. I’m almost positive no one has played it (it has 12 downloads on itchio), but that hasn’t diminished my love for it at all. It also was a very early game for me, and I learned a few things about using Krita for art and setting up an itchio page in the process of publishing it.

While I absolutely recommend NeoScum, and fans of the podcast would probably get the most out of this game, you don’t have to be a NeoScum fan to enjoy being little baubles, trinkets, and refuse stuffed in pockets coming to life to have bizarre adventures.

Check out NeoScum!

--Daily

[zhjake]

NeoScum finale time babyyyyyyy

[toothpaste-machine]

Neoscum good

[waffleloser]

Neo Scum Podcast! Go listen to it!!!

[0tacoon]

I love the NeoScum crew from the titular shadowrun podcast!! It’s so good and funny and golly! I love each and every one of these goofballs.

If you wanna listen to it, you can head to their website and check it out yourself!

[mikimuun]

I’ve been listening to the Neoscum podcast lately, it’s great!!!

[cryptidscrawlin]

some neoscum bs

give the podcast a listen if you can! its great tbh

[fruitleaf]

neoscum fan art for the real ones

[darkthare]

I THINK?? This is it for the art that was missing from my twitter- at least that I can remember or easily find LOL! 2021-ish And here, for all you Distinctive Style enjoyers- this was the fit I came up with before I switch Zenith to a white camo jumpsuit!

[ghostmoor]

On NeoScum, and the end of things

(crossposted from my website)

Three and a half years ago I started listening to a podcast called NeoScum.

I picked it up on a whim. I had just been thinking shortly before that I wanted to get into some new podcasts (a rare occurrence for me) and I saw some people reccing actual plays on twitter. I'm burnt out on typical fantasy these days so NeoScum immediately stood out to me. I thought it looked interesting. I've been burned before by cool media turning out to be made by shitty people so I flick through the cast's twitters real quick and I think, huh, okay, they look like good people, let's give this a shot.

A year later I'm in Chicago with my best friend, sliding off my seat laughing at Gannon Reedy's post-interlude piece at the final Doing Drugs and Dying In Space Ritual, having just spent five hours commandeering a Raising Cane's with a gang of other NeoScum fans.

I found NeoScum at a time when I was kind of drifting. I didn't really have a community that I was part of, having jumped ship on my previous one for reasons I won't go into here. I was kinda into some of Polygon's stuff but nothing really had me hooked. NeoScum grabbed me by the throat and tabled me. I binged the whole thing as fast as possible and then, because I have autism brain, proceeded to listen to the whole series again, and again, on repeat, at least six or seven times, I think.

(Thus was born the famous NeoScum plot map - I couldn't help but try to make connections and figure out who was working with who, where the next big reveal would be, which trap Gannon would spring next. My brain absorbed all the information like a sponge and I needed to visualise it to be able to keep track of it, and it wound up being helpful not just for me, but for the cast themselves.)

NeoScum has, obviously, had a huge impact on me as a creative. I'm a very visual person and Gannon provides such vivid cinematic descriptions, helped along by Casey's incredible audio work--it's impossible for me not to want to interpret the events of the podcast as visual art. And because I'm always thinking "what if" and dropping my favourite characters into Situations, that spawned Aubrey, who took on an unexpected life of her own--having initially been intended as a one-off throwaway character, if you can believe it--and the whole Transitverse, which is now arguably my most prolific project to date. Gannon and Blair between them have set up this fascinating (and horrific) backstory and there's so much potential still to be mined from it through the perspectives of other characters. I hope they don't mind me borrowing and expanding on it, because for me, it feels like the meat of the Transitverse has only just begun; the end of NeoScum S1 is just flinging open the doors for me to unleash a story I've been working on behind the scenes for literally years now, and I can't wait to share it.

I remember when I started entertaining the idea of visiting the US... it was like 3am and it was during one of Casey's streams back when he was streaming Control and Kingdom Hearts a lot. I was looking at GenCon pics and thinking how much fun it would be to attend and I was like lol... what if... and then it turned out flights to Chicago were WAY CHEAPER than I anticipated, and MBMBaM were doing a show in Chicago in the fall, and completely coincidentally I discovered that I'd be there just long enough to go to DDADIS too. I'm so glad I ran with that impulse and went on that trip because it's one of the best things I've ever done in my life. I got to meet so many of the amazing people I've come to know through NeoScum, I got to visit my best friend, I got to see an amazing city (that I'm desperate to return to), and I don't think I've ever laughed harder in my life than I have while I was there. It was incredible.

NeoScum has cultivated one of the most thoughtful and caring communities I've ever had the pleasure of being a part of. It's home to some wildly talented people, wildly funny people, and multiple times I've watched it pull together to help out community members in times of need. I've been part of communities that pledged similar values on paper but struggled and/or openly failed to adhere to them in practice and to see this community manage to maintain this degree of kindness and respect, both for one another and for the people who make the show, is so rare and so refreshing.

I'm gonna miss NeoScum while they're on hiatus. Even though I know this isn't the end forever, and there'll still be gaidens in the interim, these characters have been very dear to me for the past few years. Other people have already said it and maybe it's a cliche sentiment, but it feels like I'm saying goodbye to beloved friends without knowing if or when I'll see them again. But the end of this story was so kind to them, in contrast with the hell they've been through, and I'm glad for that. And maybe they'll be back! Whatever happens, I'm glad I decided to hit play on that first episode that first time. NeoScum set my life on a new course and launched me out of a catapault along it. I'm gonna enjoy the gaidens, and catch up on all of the art I've wanted to make while NeoScum prime has been running that I haven't been able to make because new episodes have immediately overwritten the old ideas with new ones, and I can't wait to see what comes next.

Thanks for everything. 💙

[greenbaconsmoothie]

My urge to make fan art for Neoscum and get attention and My unwillingness for humans to see literally anything I do, Fight!

[lookwhosfhtagn]

THE ADVENTURES OF ARGUS ARMSTRONGMAN - LONE STAR DETECTIVE

Case 637435: Attempted Murder, Breach of Trucking Contract, Breaking and Entering, Assault, Gross Sexual Misconduct, Trespassing, Unlicensed Gang Warfare, Unauthorized Corporate Espionage, Second Degree Murder

It had been years since I had left the metropolitan area of Indianapolis, but the flat expanse of Illinois was exactly as I remembered it: a monotonous grid of monstrous corporate soy megafarms, attended by a fleet of hovering drones and massive lumbering combines. The floating disks darted like dragonflies over the fields, spraying nutrients and pesticides on some sections while the gargantuan combines lumbered about, harvested the bounty of the fields. This prolonged modern agraria played out to the soundtrack of wind whipping over the open top of the Saab Dynamit that Catrina Noire had procured for our trip. Its smooth curves and gleaming yellow composite body were equal parts work of art and engineering marvel. The feeling of my hands on the steering wheel was the closest thing I’d ever felt to unconditional love. In my mind, I was already naming it Tracy.

My silent adoration of the chariot bearing us forward to Dak Rambo was interrupted when Catrina cleared her throat. “What is it?” I asked, not taking my eyes off the tediously straight roads.

“Listen, Detective. I know you’re not a fan of the League’s plan.” She paused, trying to think of her next words carefully. “But with Dak and his NeoScum crew having left Chicago, we really need a lead.”

“We have a lead,” I corrected her. “This Tech Wizard character has a relative nearby in Peoria. And not just a relative: a grandmother.” My eyes left the road for a second to connect with hers, hoping to impress upon her some fraction of my surety in this theory. “From all my research, Tech Wizard loves the old dame. Loves her bad enough he wouldn’t skip the area without saying goodbye first.”

Catrina sighed, her ears flicking in frustration. Or maybe it was just the wind of the road. Being a Changeling with feline traits, she didn’t have normal human ears. The large triangles of fur on top of her head weren’t just for show. “Fine, so maybe they did go to visit the wizard’s grandmother. Do you honestly believe they will still be there?”

“No,” I said, my tone sinking slightly. “But it could give us a trajectory to follow.”

“Alternately, we could just use the data we got from Cognitia.” Catrina’s voice was confident and slow, with just a hint of exasperation. It was almost like she was talking to a child. “We could slot Beans in right now. He knows Dak. He could give us information and help us figure out not just where the NeoScum have been but where they will be.”

My gut sank like it was full of stones. “You’re not the least bit creeped out by that? Taking a person’s memories, turning them into data, and having them live on after him?”

The feline fatale paused, the overcast afternoon of the Illinois plains only barely highlighting her dark skin and rounded cheeks. “No. Beans is dead. The only reason these memories exist at all is because he was afraid of a hereditary neurological disease among dwarves.” She adjusted the Matrix sunglasses that would have cost me a month’s salary and looked at me with those narrow slit-eyes. “These are here for us to use. That is that.”

“I’ll be honest, I was hoping for a little bit more nuanced discussion of the situations.” My frustration at her curt answer caused my foot to press down on the accelerator.

“You’re not in Indianapolis anymore, Detective. I think it’s time you give up on idealistic notions and focus on what really matters: results.” And with that, she produced the old data stick and slotted it into the dashboard console without a second thought.

“Wait, I-”

But it was too late. Whatever programs were on the stick executed and a thick brogue poured out over the car’s speaker system.  “Ack, that one hurts like a bastard! Never goin’ to get used to that-” He paused. “Wait a minute. What’s goin’ on? I can’t see! Sweet Merciful Satan, my eyes!”

“Beans?” I asked, not really sure how to address the disembodied consciousness. “Beans, calm down. My name is Detective Argus Armstrongman. I’m with Lone Star Security and-”

His voice became more and more panicked with each second. “This was Rambo, wasn’t it? How did he find out about the job? Waitin’ until I was in here, getting’ my brain scanned to finish me off? What kind of cowardly, spineless, no good-”

Ms. Noire chimed in in an assertive voice. “Computer, mute process Beans.” And with that, Beans was silent. “Now then, if you are done losing your mind, I have some information for you. Beans, you are dead. Dak Rambo shot you in cold blood in Chicago and fled the city. We want you to help us track him.” The air hung heavy for a moment, then she laughed to herself. “Oh, sorry, I forgot I muted you. Computer, unmute process Beans.”

The speaker erupted in a volcanic pyroclast of pure vitriolic hatred. Profanity and threats the likes of which I had never heard spilled out in a devastating landslide, making me grip the steering wheel tighter. But Catrina just sat there, that confident smirk on her face. She lived for this: the feeling of power over others.

“-and then I’ll make you sit on the shards while I piss in your dad’s beard!” Beans finally relented, his inorganic virtual lungs expended of the fictional resource he knew as air.

Catrina gave a soft cluck of her tongue. “That is not way to speak to your new partners, Beans. If not for us, you would just be a corpse in a morgue, being harvested for organs. Now? You’re at least a mind. A mind who I have no doubt would love to go home to his family someday, yes?”

“Listen, you daft cat. I don’t know where Dak is. I don’t even know that Dak killed me!”

“But you know him. I’ve worked with him. I bet you have some ideas where he might have scurried off to.” The feline purred softly. “If you help us catch him, we’ll see about getting you a proper mechanical body and sending you back home.”

Even though he wasn’t real, I could hear the hitch in Beans’ voice. “I can’t help you, damn it. So just send me home. Let me see my wife. Let me see my family!”

I turned to cat, shooting her a glare. “This isn’t working. He’s not going to help us.”

The expression I saw on that woman’s face chilled my blood to pure ice. It was equal measures fury and desperation, shaken and served on the rocks. “I’ll let you go if you can answer me one simple question.” The predator hunched forward in the car’s passenger seat, looking into the nonexistent eye of the console. “What is your full name, Beans?”

The simulacra of the dead dwarf’s memory laughed softly. “Really? My name? My name is Beans-”.

Before he could finish, Ms. Noire cut him off. “Computer, erase object Beans dot name dot middle dash last.”

Beans hung right there, a forgotten syllable hanging on the air. He choked out an attempt to push on, but faltered. “My name…my name is Beans…Beans…”

I’ve never heard a computer cry before. I’ve heard artificial beings mimic the depths of despair on trideo feeds, but it was always passed through the filter that is the Matrix. Everything and everyone comes out a shallow copy when it’s passed through the digital feed. But those deep, shuddering sobs blaring out over the speakers were so deep and painful, I felt my gut turn as I yanked the memory stick out and slammed on the brakes, sending up screeching down that Illinois highway until we stopped on the side.

“What the fuck was that?” I blurted out, clutching the memory stick tightly. My knuckles were white. “What kind of absolute drek was that?”

Her shades hid her eyes, but her body language said I had surprised her. The claw marks in the armrest didn’t do her any favors. “I am getting results, Detective.”

“You are torturing someone!”

“I am altering a program which fails to cooperate.” Her ear ticked anxiously. “That is not Beans. It’s a ghost.”

“Even if it is just a ghost, how about a little respect for the dead?” I took the stick and put it in the pocket of my Lone Star issued windbreaker. “I am going to hold on to this. We are going to cool down and try again when we get to Peoria.”

“Listen-”

“No, you listen.” My normally cool demeanor was melting rapidly. My hands fumbled for my vape but couldn’t find it. “You said you need my help. Well you’re not getting it unless you stop with this whole routine. Good cop, bad cop only works if you’re a cop.”

Catrina was about to speak out, but her mouth hung open. She looked out, unbuckling her seatbelt and rising up out of the body of the vehicle to survey the horizon. “Argus…” She trailed off, dumbstruck.

My head turned and I saw the carnage ahead of us: a city ablaze, the flickering lights and billowing smoke testaments to the conflict ahead. And directly in front of us on the roadside was a large black LCD screen with scrolling green letters spelling “WELCOME TO PEORIA”.

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[thermonucleartom]

I love this show. It's taken over my life. It's just genuinely the funniest and most adorable rpg podcast around and I hope loads more people get into it so there is more fan art and people to get hyped about it with. It's a Shadowrun game so you've got cyberpunk and magic and dragons all mushed together. The players are all amazing improv actors and you feel it. If you like The Adventure Zone you'll probably like this!