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This yet another amazing chibi art of me along with VaporStrike who gifted it to me. Thank you so much! ;v; you’re the best floof
It was made by the very talented KirraBunny. Seriously, go check her out.
https://twitter.com/KirraBunnyArt
Part 1: Chapter 1
Just of a little bit of background on this. I started writing a story way back when I was a freshman in high school for a few friends as a gift. This story soon grew into something way bigger than I could have ever expected. It doesn’t have a title yet, but I’d like to begin releasing it here. Fair warning beforehand, there will be some grammatical mistakes as well as some spelling mistakes. Please bear with me. With all of this out of the way, I introduce you to my story.
I had lost everything, and now I needed to rebuild. I had to rebuild without forgetting the faces of those who cared about me; even so, time makes memories fade, no matter how hard you try and remember.
It had been about a year since I lost everything, and the road to recovery was more than rough. The emotions I experienced were ones foreign to me; they were different than the others I had felt. They hurt deeper. They were emotions that I had no intention of feeling again, and up until recently, I had done a very good job, but things were changing. I was getting closer to these new strangers I had met. They were similar to the family and friends I had lost… They were the people I needed, and now I regret my decision to isolate myself from them. Though I am friends with them now, I still wonder back as to why I isolated myself from them so early on. Was I coping with loss, or was I scared of losing them too? Perhaps it was a combination of both. All that I know is that I am closer to them now then I was when I first met them. I had no reason to be afraid of them, as they were willing to help me without hesitation. Maybe it was a good thing that I met up with them. I took it as a sign that it is time to start a new beginning, but it will be hard for me to make new friends after seeing and feeling the pain of losing old ones. At this point, I am willing to accept the risks because the group of people I’m with is just the same as my old group. Dare I call them family? Will I just replace what I have lost? Only time will tell, and I hope time goes fast. Or do I? Do I want to quickly receive these people as my new family only to lose them in an instant? Maybe it would be better if I were to take my time to get to know them, but… what if I become too close to them? I can’t lose another family, and at this point, the only solution is to not have one, or is it? Having people to love and support me through my hardships is something that I would love, but I’m so afraid of losing them. I guess time will be the only thing to answer this question, and it could be for the best.
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As I woke up, something felt different. It was a good different though, and I was feeling better than normal. As I unfolded from the hammock in which I sleep my joints popped and my back ached. I had never grown used to the hammock, but it enabled me to move around freely, enabling me to sleep where I please, and away from anyone I didn’t want to talk to. I had settled down in a mercenary camp created by a big name mining company which gave the mercenaries tasked with defending the company's products a place to stay. Apparently, bandit raids were common in these parts of New Mexico, with thousands upon thousands of dollars in goods being raided and stolen each year. These mercenaries in the camp seemed welcoming enough. They were polite to me whenever I came face to face with them. I was pretty hungry since I didn't have dinner the night before, so I made my way down to the breakfast hall. I didn’t lurk in the shadows as I usually did, as I felt better about showing my face to these people, or perhaps it was just a feeling of more confidence. Since I was feeling good I decided to take the direct path. As I was walking, I noticed many things I hadn’t before, and I finally got to see in full where I was living. There were about three buildings, all of them clad in dried-out wood and with shattered windows, the two biggest of the three were connected with a narrow bridge and pipework. Each one had a roof covered in corrugated steel with small streaks of rust running down the length of the sheets. The dining hall was located just to the side of the biggest building under a large recent extension. As I entered I scanned the room. It was much more full then I was used too, as I usually came in later when there were fewer people. As I took my tray I kept looking around. It was very interesting to see all of the people I have been living with. I saw five casually dressed mercenaries filling the farthest table, spinning tall tales about how heroic they have been in battle. I doubt most of the stories were true. At the table closest to the entrance there sat five other mercenaries. They appeared to be playing some sort of gambling card game, with a small pile of wadded up cash and cigarettes in the middle of the table. Over by the coffee machine stood two mercenaries in their combat uniform engaging in small talk. In the corner, there were two snipers, their rifles seated next to them. One leaning on the wall with his chair hat over his eyes, clearly asleep. The other was reading an old newspaper. Not much fun to read if you ask me. Just a lot of junk, but it gets the job done if you have time to kill. I felt a tap on my back, and as I looked back, I was greeted with something that made my heart skip. A long line had developed as I was taking in my surroundings. I quickly lowered my head and moved forward in the line. I held my tray out and the cook serving the food asked me how my morning was going, as if not even caring about me being an alien. I was caught off guard with the question which lead to another awkward moment of me just staring at him. Before I could respond he said with a smug look on his face, “Oh that's right, probably don't speak human do ya boy?” I kept on moving, trying my best not to attract attention. Many of the tables were full, so after looking around for a few seconds, I found a table close to the snipers that seemed like a good place to sit. On my way over I grabbed a cup of coffee, mumbling a pathetic “morning” to the two mercenaries standing nearby. I got a friendly enough reply with one of them who lifted his mug in acknowledgment. It felt good to be able to talk to these people and not have them stare and judge me for what I am. In fact, they seemed almost used to it… and that bothered me. Why were they so used to me? My mind flashed with possible explanations, but none seemed to make sense. As I set my plate of breakfast down onto the table and sat down it hit me like a bus. Could there have been another survivor of the crash that landed me on this planet? Could they be here in the same camp as me? Did I not notice them because of my reclusive behavior? I became excited at the thought of another being living on this planet that is like me in almost every way. I quickly ate my breakfast and left, determined to find out if there had been any interesting persons similar to myself.
This amazing chibi art of me was a gift from my amazing friend VaporStrike. Thanks buddy. You rock! <3
It was made by the very talented KirraBunny. Seriously, go her out.
https://twitter.com/KirraBunnyArt
This is another badass pic of a character in my story that I’m writing. More on that later.
Here is a super old bit of artwork I got back in high school as a gift from a friend. I still love it lots!
Here is a very spooky profile picture made for me by the same artist who made my old reference sheet. I really wish I knew where this guy was. he was awesome.
Here is a quick bank of some SFM art done of TF2 pyro loadout (also known as my old sona. I know. Original right? -.- )
I felt like sharing these cuz they looked pretty cool.
Here is some badass art of my older sona. I honestly forgot who made it for me, but damn does it look awesome.
For all of those curious, this is the old ref of my old sona that I had done by an awesome friend. I am extremely saddened to report that he has seemingly disappeared from the internet, but I look forward to his return.
This ref sheet was the main source of inspiration for some of my older art. If you have a keen eye, you might notice a few elements from Team Fortress 2 included. I’ve since distanced myself from the game and have moved on to make a better reference sheet.
just so that it can be clear to everyone:
THIS IS MY OLD REFERENCE SHEET. I NO LONGER USE IT
I still felt like posting it so that people can gather a little bit more of an understanding about some of my older artworks made
Shaymi-san knew I liked oranges, so she drew me having a big snack. Look at how little I am. I don’t think I’m finishing that orange
If you want to give Shaymi some pizza (she needs to eat too), here is her link
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Shaymi_san
A slightly older piece of art made by the most fluffy Shaymi-san.
You guys should really go check her out and give her some M&M’s
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Shaymi_san
These two lovely profile pictures were made by the lovely Shaymi-san.
These both regard my old sona, but I still love them. These had to of been some of my most favorite profile pictures ever made. Big thanks to Shaymi for doing such an amazing job.
If you want to look Shaymi up, you can find her here
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Shaymi_san
I had this cute little gif made for me while I had my older sona.
I DO NOT EAT ARMS ANYMORE!
I am smol. I cannot do that. I can now only give snuggles.
Since I’m so smol, it can make it hard at times to give bigger floofs tail hugs. A wonderful friend named Taikya made this while we were joking around.
Here is her website if you want to give her floof tail a hug. Go check her out!
https://taikya.weebly.com/
A wonderful little sketch that was made by the ever so talented Taikya for me while we were out on our Halloween meetup. Don’t I just look so adorable in my little thermal suit?
Here is her website if you want to send her pineapples. Go check her out!
https://taikya.weebly.com/
A wonderful little sketch that was made by the ever so talented Taikya for me while we were out on our Halloween meetup. Props to whoever sees me first. I’m hiding.
Here is her website if you want to commision her. Go check her out!
https://taikya.weebly.com/
RECENTLY UPDATED :D
A wonderful ref sheet for my sona Kowtow made by the ever so talented Taikya!
Here is her website. Go check her out!
https://taikya.weebly.com/