Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I dunno, I sing in the shower? Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I’ll betray my best friends to the Dark Lord, and bring about their deaths. So kill me - no, don’t kill me. That’s opposite of the point I’m trying to make.
Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I dunno, I sing in the shower? Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I’ll pledge my allegiance to Kronos, to bring about the destruction of Olympus. So sue me - no, don’t sue me. That’s opposite of the point I’m trying to make.
I’ve been itching to play with the portal assets in SFM! I always liked the aesthetics, and they did not disappoint (SO MANY KINDS OF PANELS).
I had a ball with it, and then proceeded to over-saturate the poor thing. It was supposed to be… not this… but I like the magical look! Even if it doesn’t quite fit Rattmann and Wheatley’s journey through grief.
The fic idea behind this was sorta like… I dunno… the same old same old ‘GLaDOS gets Wheatley back from space’ scenario to quench her inexhaustible boredom, except the real story is that Doug’s trying to escape and uses Wheatley to help (???).
I like the dissatisfied GLaDOS bit still. It reminds me of King Solomon’s lamentations, honestly. Vanity, vanity…
Poster was rendered in sfm, processed in GIMP. All assets were either from portal 2, except for maybe some misc junk and the black mesa scientist model (shopped into doug). COLORS!
“Excellent question! You see, I developed special nanobots that enter the subjects body and help reconstruct and regenerate the cells or electronics back to their former condition! They can only repair in a moderate rate, but are quite effective. These work on machines and omnics much like they do with humans. They enter through breaks in the skin or ports and vents. They deactivate as they run out of energy, as each nanobot can only do so much, and are removed from the system by breaking themselves down into a viable source of energy and effectively removing any trace that they were even there.”