“What many Wastelanders don’t know is that I was responsible for the construction of the turnstile and Thinner pump system in OsTown. The Transport Tubes are a particular favourite of mine. But no, why should anyone appreciate that? Oh no, it’s not like I’m the only one who gets anything practical done around here, I don’t even…..”

((Uh-oh. He’s off again. But enjoy the concept art while he calms down; he might be a while….))

[M!A] Unseen and Unheard (Blot)

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After emerging from his house in Ostown, Oswald had tried calling out for help, but it seemed no one could hear him. In a panic, he ran all the way to Mean Street, desperately hoping to find a solution. He didn’t bother avoiding the townsfolk as he hurried through the street, figuring he’d phase right through them, until suddenly, he bumped against one of them. He stopped abruptly, his eyes going wide as he watched the toon get startled and look around in bewilderment. He could touch people! With this sudden realization, he quickly began tapping people on the shoulder, trying to communicate with them, but they all either ran off in terror, or hastened their pace, muttering under their breath about ‘escaped Bog Easy ghosts’.

Dismayed by the reactions he received, Oswald desperately looked around for someone he knew well, or at least someone who would stop and listen…er, feel. Upon turning the corner, he spotted a familiar large figure in the middle of the street.

“Blot!” he cried out in relief, even though he knew he wouldn’t be heard. He ran up to the creature and began poking his leg over and over again, trying to get his attention.