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Assignment==> Using a traditional medium(no digital tools), choose an existing video game character and convert them into Film Noir style.

And if you're gonna go noir---you gotta bring it, son!

sooooooooooooooo....who'd i pick?

---1:37 am---

"Who does she think she is? Who the HELL does she think she is?! Kraid, you was always just a pot-bellied mook, too stupid to ever make moves to be in major leagues. But even YOU a'int dense enough to let some "Skirt in a Suit" off ya like that. No way this is JUST a dame. No way this is a DAME, at all. Look at that coat--those friggin battleships for shoulders. A'int no dame built like THAT! And that cannon?! Dainty li'l wallflowers can't command that kinda hardware---not even if ya paid 'em a c-note in the alley behind the Brinstar Saloon.

Kraid--you stupid son of a bitch. I a'int gonna miss ya. I'd a killed ya myself if i wasn't 'fraid of "mama" retaliatiin' against me for doin' it. But you expect me to believe that this itty-bitty doll-face in a coat 12 sizes too big took YOU down? Don't make a difference that you're dumber than a roach windsurfing in a toilet---a'int NO WAY some bounty-huntin' broad coulda dropped a fatass wart like you.

Not just her. Not all alone. I ain't buyin' it.

But if that's the sitch...if I REALLY a'int buyin' it...then what's that feelin'? How could I be sittin' here, on the Southside of Zebes, perched in this hotass Norfair District, and STILL be feelin' that cold thing creepin' up my gut? Like a dagger made of frozen napalm--it cuts, burns and freezes at the same time.

Give ME the shivers? Heh! A'int no simple "two-dollar trick" can do that to me--No way! Time to remind this city why Ridley's the king, baby! She's just a dame. Just one Dame in all the World. And here in this fiery black...I'll make her BEG for death...
"

Damn.......now I wanna see how this ends

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for

Assignment==> Using a traditional medium(no digital tools), choose an existing video game character and convert them into Film Noir style.

And if you're gonna go noir---you gotta bring it, son!

sooooooooooooooo....who'd i pick?

---1:37 am---

"Who does she think she is? Who the HELL does she think she is?! Kraid, you was always just a pot-bellied mook, too stupid to ever make moves to be in major leagues. But even YOU a'int dense enough to let some "Skirt in a Suit" off ya like that. No way this is JUST a dame. No way this is a DAME, at all. Look at that coat--those friggin battleships for shoulders. A'int no dame built like THAT! And that cannon?! Dainty li'l wallflowers can't command that kinda hardware---not even if ya paid 'em a c-note in the alley behind the Brinstar Saloon.

Kraid--you stupid son of a bitch. I a'int gonna miss ya. I'd a killed ya myself if i wasn't 'fraid of "mama" retaliatiin' against me for doin' it. But you expect me to believe that this itty-bitty doll-face in a coat 12 sizes too big took YOU down? Don't make a difference that you're dumber than a roach windsurfing in a toilet---a'int NO WAY some bounty-huntin' broad coulda dropped a fatass wart like you.

Not just her. Not all alone. I ain't buyin' it.

But if that's the sitch...if I REALLY a'int buyin' it...then what's that feelin'? How could I be sittin' here, on the Southside of Zebes, perched in this hotass Norfair District, and STILL be feelin' that cold thing creepin' up my gut? Like a dagger made of frozen napalm--it cuts, burns and freezes at the same time.

Give ME the shivers? Heh! A'int no simple "two-dollar trick" can do that to me--No way! Time to remind this city why Ridley's the king, baby! She's just a dame. Just one Dame in all the World. And here in this fiery black...I'll make her BEG for death...
"

Damn.......now I wanna see how this ends