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This playthrough I’ve been abusing the Capture Mode to take screenshots of Stank’s booty. Also I like the detail on his knife sheaths.

“Uh… surprise. Women have that.”

josh helman as slit [mad max: fury road]

Tinkered around with Mearl/Hedlites and Moon’s models just a tiny bit, plus I just wanted to post them again because I’m so proud of how they turned out. I also figured out how to change the lighting on Fuse so they don’t look all weirdly shiny.

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

Everyone who had a brain in them knew Warboys were mostly contact driven when it came to becoming close to another person. Sleeping in one place, slaps or tussles, an occasional hug for a split second- all touch was precious. For a Warboy who had been ostracized from touch, Gatt was starved for it. He gently lay his other hand over hers and patted it, “Yer a- what did the old world people say? Yer a real peach.” He chuckled.

“Heh, thanks, you’re, un, I like you too. I mean- you’re, you’re a good friend.” She giggles nervously, patting the topmost hand that covered hers.

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

Gatt nods once more, digging in his deep pant pockets for something. He grumbled when he can’t seem to find what he was looking for. “I had a thing from Shotty…but I can’t find it..” His brows furrowed but he didn’t do much else, having already gone partially numb towards those memories.

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

When though the hurt in his chest was there, Gatt enjoyed chatting with Mearl. Most warboys were into car parts and talking dirty, rarely ever about just general things, info things or feeling things. It felt good to talk about Shotty after years of trying to forget about what happened him.

“But she was real old, an’ at one point she left me with my tribe, said I was old enough to look after myself, she prepared me for it. Then she left, never saw her again.” She quickly wiped her eyes. “Miss her every day.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

Again his chest lurched with a surge of selfishness but he quelled it by repeating to himself that they were coming to get her for sure now. No use getting attached.. remember..shrapnel..

“Winch is pretty shine. He was the first who was kinda nice to me, got me out of the cage and started showin me what was what.” She smiled, even though she missed her friend. “Kinda like a big brother, I guess...”