#medivigor

Hiya Mandy!

Medivigor had brought it to my attention before, but I thought it was a private, self-indulgent thing. I thought they just shaped a random bot and talked to it to try to get their own version out of it?

That being said, a friend looked it up and I’m afraid they did in fact put my work into it;

which is a real shame. This is from chapter 3 of planet pissed, where he’s reading a newspaper and wears glasses at a random bar;

And Ch. 4 as well;

I do not approve of people using my text or art to shape ai. It’s insulting.

"Yer what?" The Engineer asked, looking perplexed, not sure he'd heard right until looking over and seeing the woman's problem.

Blushing he hurried over, he'd been taught you help a lady when they needed it, ruthless mercenary or not.

"Is it uh...ah don't mean to be rude, but is it like yer other one here? Or more of the, um...standard variety?"

He wouldn't put it past a Medic to steal someone's flesh and blood leg to do God knows what with.

The Redhead slightly startled, having not expected for someone to suddenly speak up form behind. Totally did not hop a couple of inches off the ground with a curse and smack into a doorframe shoulder first. Ah well- At least it's not his head this time. Turns, weary and slightly squinting in exhausted suspicion.

oh! Well my characters actually started over a year ago when my best friend, @boned-spy and i began an rp with our tf2 ocs together. Before meeting Boned, i’d never considered creating a tf2 oc before, but they had inspired me to make my own. And so, since we were beginning to roleplay with these characters, mine of which were entirely new at the time, i had decided to create a backstory for them as everything we rp with our characters takes place after a certain event in my comic severed&splintered.

So that’s what the comic was essentially made for, to show the intricate backstory of both Mason and Gaspard.

As for why i chose such a backstory for them, well I have always enjoyed creating ocs and writing stories full of angst and horror tropes. Mason losing his eyes was already a guarantee at some point in his story simply because one of the cosmetics i wore for my sniper in game had something covering his eye haha.

This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars

The purple Spy had observed the RED Scout for a while. She was clumsy and seemed keen on getting injured by every BLU possible. It made him wonder how she ended up here, a mercenary fighting a seemingly never ending war. He didn't typically make a habit of making direct contact with his 'actors' but he was just too curious.

He crept down to RED base and just as the young woman left respawn, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alcove, pinning her to a wall with one arm.

Sitting in his nest, Michael was focused down his sight. He’d spot a target and quickly flick his rifle to their head and pop it clean off. He didn’t typically lock his nest’s door since he’d experienced the thing being kicked down by both enemy and friendly mercs. He never wanted to fix the damn thing again so if it meant leaving his back open to sneaky Spies, so be it. At least the door had a very noticeable creak to it now. 

"Oh sure I don't mind. There's plenty of it in here." Natasha gave the Scout a reassuring smile as she poured the hot beverage into a cute teacup.