Today, on the list of the most random things one could've drawn or come up with.
Roxanne is a fun character to draw, especially when she's getting defeated by a talking mushroom. This piece got away from me more times than one, and by the end I wasn't all that happy with it, but nevertheless it was fun to do.
I hope you guys like it too.
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You can check the Making Of post right here on my Tumblr Blog.
First time I try writting a tf2 fic... Be prepared...
“SOLDIER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!”
This sentence had been repeated over hundreds of times by the magician since Jane Doe had moved with him to his castle of eldritch terror. Every day was because a different reason: one day was because filling the castle with raccoons the other was because he had been using his collection of human skulls to eat pudding in them.
-SHIT! ENOUGH! YOU LEAVE! BUT NOT BY YOUR OWN WILL! I’M SENDING YOU FAR AWAY! OUT FROM THIS TIMELINE AND SPACE! YOU AND YOUR TEAMMATES!
After chanting some unpronounceable lines for a human mouth the magician casted a spell over Teufort, touching every single one of the mercenaries and making them disappear despite whatever they were doing.
It looked like a normal work day. Normal except for the circumstances they had appeared in their respawn. A blue room with a couple of ammunition and health cabinets, the shelves with each members’ belongings… Normal except for the thing they could see outside the window: a multicolored raceway, bordered by multicolored blocks and banners with strange caricatures of the team members and other characters they didn’t know in the middle of a plane surrounded by green hills. First they thought they were on some kind of drug, this looked similar to the times they had been using the pyrovision goggles. But pyro’s reaction wasn’t the typical. Beyond the mask you could tell he was feeling strange by the view. That wasn’t the effect of any drug at all, what they were seeing was as real as them. The situation was bizarre enough to suspect who had caused it. The eyes of the whole team turned onto the soldier.
-… This time was an accident
-AW JEEZ! Knucklehead, what do we told you about Merasmus?
-Son, I swear I…
-Ya touched ye bloody eye-cursing book, lad?
-How did you know, scott?
-Those blasts are unforgettable for the ear of a trained demoman.
-Dagnnabbit fellas, we are at it again. And this seems worse than that time he teleported us to Degroot keep…
-At least that time we were in the same universe, overalls…
-And in the same time, boy! It was just a medieval fair hold by the Degroot family in their terrains. It was a miracle no civilians were harmed while we fought thinking we were in the middle ages… This is completely different from then… this place is outside our world…
-Alright ve need to find a way out of here… I left ma pettit choufleur in bed when we were just about to begin…
-we can tell, spoi… seriously, don’t you have a pair of spare trousers?
-… well this is getting awkward, bushman.
-Allright… who is gonna go outside for a recon mission?
Silence reigned in the room. None of the 9 mercenaries were willing to go to the insane multicolor land outside.
-Come on sissies, we need somebody to go outthere and see what’s going on. Scout?
-What?! Us?! Why don’t you go yourself, chucklenuts!? You were the one that took us here!
-Because we need to do something quick and a hit-and-run strategy would be the way to go. And I’m slower than you, private twinkletoes.
-And what with your rocket jump? You could go flying around the whole place! Take doc with you
-MEIN ARSCH I’M GOING OUT WITH ZHAT JARHEAD! SEND ZHE SPY!
The discussion about who should go lasted for minutes until they decided to play who was going on recon to the shortest straw. And for surprise of everybody, it was the sniper who had to go out.
-Piss of mongrels! Ya bloody yellowbellied backstabbers!
-NYET! LEETLE SNIPER MUST GO!
The heavy tossed the sniper outside and then they closed the door. Sniper banged the door, swearing as hard as he could until he calmed down. Then the Australian loaded his rifle and started walking, getting inside a red tunnel. Everything looked odd: the colors, the strange billboards in the walls, the top of the tunnel decorated with black and green spirals… He was so absorbed in analyzing the surroundings he was almost run over a red motorbike apparently without a rider. As soon he recovered and the roar of the motorbike he detected something, a distress call coming from afar outside the tunnel. He run as fast as he could till the exit and once outside he scoped in the direction the call for help came: it was the red heavy.
