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guys i really fuck w anjail, this is my new thing of the week maybe of the month maybe longer!!!

fallout takes that warped, post-war idealism, the “gee whiz!” charm of suburbia on lithium. and drags it through the dirt, showing us what happens after all the white picket fences melt into radioactive slag. in a world shaped by that specific brand of McCarthyist exceptionalism, the future isn’t flying cars and robot butlers, it’s a dinky holotape of your last moments before the bombs hit, looping forever. like vault 11, the one where the final recording plays after everyone’s already dead, revealing the whole “sacrifice one person every year or everyone dies” mandate was a lie. a loyalty test. a sick joke. and the vault passed, right before it failed, because paranoia and desperation had already eaten them alive.

that’s fallout. not just the end of the world, but the punchline that comes after the moral.

I wish I hadn’t painted this on parchment Cardstock. It didn’t like the watercolor very much, so it came out kind of streaky and ugly. Glad I took a photo of the line art, though.

I know I did one of these before, but it was even more trash than this one, so I thought I’d do a more tattoo like design with a scolopendra centipede in the background. I think I’m going to re-do it, though, because it looks so bad.