I could but I usually redraw every time because looking back at the old ones, they looks like shit now. Also, practice makes perfect.
I'm about halfway through Cat's update. I'm having some issues with having forgotten how to draw her poses so it's taking forever.
If I'm going to be entirely honest, and I might as well be, it's probably better that way.
Turns out you were right.
There's still nothing there as far as I can tell.
In an attempt to bring everyone who's fallen out of the loop back in, we're having our fifth page recapitulation. It's easier than reading through the past hundred and sixty posts, trust me. I'll be making one of these every five pages or so. You woke up this morning in your apartment without your favorite Double Eagle. When pressed to find it however you instead encounter a stupid pretty boy, Remiel Wesson, if that is a real name, who is responsible for your missing gun. He apparently is an emissary on the behalf of a prospective employer. A very rich prospective employer if your prospective paycheck has anything to do with his financial prospects. Or hers, you're not actually all that sure on that one. You decide to mess around with him a bit, see if you can make him slip up. He's probably very good or maybe just not acting at all. But what are the chances of that? So after your playful little shower and dressing room antics you accept the job and the ninety five thousand up front and send him on his merry way. Then it's time for business, you've got two days before you ship out and plenty of things to attend to. You modify a gun and then go out on a date with an odd enemy, after breaking his nose, of course. He hires you for a side mission, nothing really happened with it. Okay, not really. You kind of get some mooks arrested, collect some guns, dislike and glare at a kindly looking cabbie, realize your house might have just burned down and find some condoms in your new wallet. So it's a Thursday. After tell your broken nosed enemy to ditch town you meet up with Remiel, if that is his real name, Wesson again to confirm a few things, but most probably just to mess with him some more. You're pretty mean. So you set all that in order and find out where in Bristol you have to meet up for the job. Good, now it's business time once again. You go to pick up an antimateriel rifle because there are indeed tanks in Bristol, right? Right. Outside your illegally obtained garage you find a man with one arm and a man with no life. Both were looking to rob you before they met with your front door traps. The one armed man managed to ditch, not that it matters. Inside you illegally obtained garage you find the person you'd most like to see as the target for one of your missions, no such luck unfortunately. In fact, he's there looking for you and trying to tell you to refuse that job, almost like he hates the employer more than he hates you. Not possible. You shoot him in both legs, to no avail with those damn bulletproofed trousers he wears. Why does he even wear them? He wears nothing but a wife beater most of the time. A gunshot wound to the chest is way worse than one to the leg, does he expect to be dealing with people who want to take him alive or something? Regardless of all that, you show him the door and start packing up. And now you're more or less in the know about what you've been doing all this time. To proceed you might want to vote on which gun you're packing up.
It's how you know he cares.
That is genuinely disturbing.
Doesn't autoupdate everyone at once. It's supposed to happen to everyone by the end of today, though.
I'm still on the old system.
Let's go punch bears then, it'll be a great bonding activity.
No, but me ditching the blushing avatar does. All that stuttering was hard work.
I-it's JUST A PHASE!
A-at f-first I d-didn't get it... um, b-but the-then I r-realized no one else u-uses 40 po-pos-postsperpage.
A-am I-- I mean,, would you-- I mean. could you m-maybe p-possibly p-put me to bed if I do?
I-it re-really does kind of hurt that you d-don't believe in me. B-But stay strong for you!
Th-thanks for noticing... No. What's the Postbox?
Um... ah, er-- Okay, I'll do as you say...
I-I.. It-- I--er, it-- I I SAW IT UPLOADED!
B-but, they did...
