Staxyn and Waffles made for Retromissile’s amazeballs lineaup in honor of Wildstar shutting down.
I suck at making characters. I was close to give up drawing since I was so unhappy with everything I was making. WS changed both of that: I got really good friends thanks to the game, my art and writing has improved, and I have a couple of characters that grew on me more than anything else I’ve ever made before.
I loved struggling in the raids, figuring out the tactics, building my house, collecting lore, being a slut for fashion, looking at the art people made in the setting, and it really breaks my heart that it’s going down. I sure hope that the Arctium guys will manage to make a private server where we could be all revived and meet again. I love the mixture of sci-fi and fantasy, magic and technology. This is my jam. Until then, see you in the alternate universe, Shadowrun. ;)
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Personal notes // August 24, 2076 // 00:43 // Audio file
I’ve got a call from Una to meet with Mr Johnson in the Prudential. An elderly elf trying to help out his old pal (?) David, who was trapped in the middle of some punks practicing their rights to shoot each other in the ass. The lunch offering from the commissioner was quite nice but I guess Alexis has to maintain his figure so only I stuffed my face before work.
We haven’t got much details and I really don’t like those jobs because it always ends up being a pain to deliver. In this case it was two gangs spread in multiple streets, pretty much surrounding the old fart’s house, blowing their ammo like it’s free for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t see shit from the dust and nonstop flashes from grenades, and we could only guess how many are there and who’s against who.
[ Audible groan]
Oh well. The plan was to quietly get them down one by one in the corners but apparently I’m highly out of practice and jumping 3 meters from one rooftop to another is just too fucking difficult.
[Voice slightly raises in a sarcastic tone]
In any case it was good enough to grab everyone’s attention in the area so Alexis could shine for once and shoot the gangers down while they were busy trying to blow some extra holes into me. At least I can still sprint and dodge, dammit. Side note to self: practice more shooting.
[Steady breathing for a couple of heartbeats]
I know that the pay is much higher than the usual ‘sneak in there boyo and get this in/out for me’ kind of deal, but I’m not sure that upsetting gang members is a good idea. We had a massive troll chasing after us while we drove away; and that fucker, sure I’m not the best shot but he didn’t even noticed it. I don’t particularly want to get myself enemies like that…
But I’ve got ahead of myself… Even though David put a shotgun to Alexis’ face, he agreed to come with us to Mr Johnson, and then we got 10k on credsticks. We ditched the slightly damaged car - that our rich pimp friend bought off his pocket before the run - at Tim’s place and got 3500 for it which Alexis just left for me as pocket change I suppose. I feel a wee bit bad for the guy for not having a concept of how much shit cost for ordinary people, so I thanked his generosity and invited everyone for a drink in the Man’s Ruin, where we tried to have some awkward conversation about whatever, but seemingly we are all in this for business and not for making new friends.
[Steady breathing for a couple of seconds, then the recording stops]
Haven’t had much time to doodle in the past week, but managed this one sketch. If you have time please check out this survey, I’d love to hear your opinion (it’s only 2 questions with 2 options).
