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PhilWiesner — All shall be known in time...
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Published: 2011-12-14 09:13:05 +0000 UTC; Views: 2548; Favourites: 58; Downloads: 8
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I. HAVE. BEEN. WANTING. TO. DRAW. THIS. FOR. A. LONG. ASS. TIME.No seriously...I'm sitting in my Great Music Listening class back in mid September, and there I am, taking notes, when BOOM, this song is brought up as an example. [link]
Immediately, I thought of a gothic opera style Elisa, and bounced ideas around my head...while doodling out a grim reaper/Phantom of the Opera/Todd in the Shadows pic (that would later become my most well known TGWTG fan arts).
And then came Maven. It was like watching the pieces I had been kicking around in my head had assembled themselves and was made into a show...but a rather awesome Maven fan art from the Steampunk Tah Wah Tig set pretty much intimidated the f*** out of me, and not wanting to feel like a bandwagon-er, I decided to keep polishing up the idea rolling around in my head.
And...oddly enough, I finished up the drawing portion of the image during the Hallelujah Chorus at a concert I went to tonight...oddly fitting.
For those who are familiar with the emblem on the bottom, it is from World of Darkness. Why I added that, that is for me and Formspring to know.
For how this ties in to the Wasteland Universe?
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It begins with a gifted mind, unaware of what was yet to come.
She specialized in biomedical engineering, full of hope and quick with a smile. To her patients, she was a savior, the bringer of prosthetic limbs that did everything a normal arm or leg could. To the world, she was the medical equivalent of Steve Jobs or Bill Gates. She was fairly well known in the medical field because of this, and many people specifically sought her out.
She was genuinely happy to help those around her, to bring them back to the status quo they had lost to tragedy.
However, just because one knows how to reclaim those lost to the beast man knows as tragedy, it does not save one from it's grasp.
Despite all the good she wished to do with her work, she had unknowingly been targeted by extremists, who took her designs for prosthetic limbs, only to modify the limbs to fit high yield explosive charges into them. It only took one shipment, and from that point on, every one of her patients with limbs from that shipment had unknowingly become a suicide bomber.
The bombs all went off on New Year's Eve, bringing many festivities to a stop, and many more lives to a stop.
Her life was shattered into pieces. She had spent her entire life saving others...and it all came crashing down on top of her.
She wasn't declared guilty of putting bombs in the prosthetics, nor was there any evidence to prove she had done it herself...but public opinion had turned on prosthetic limbs, and as a result, her.
She spent several years of her life living off of her fortune from her old life...secluded...alone...condemned...and then it happened: hell came to earth.
The nukes descended, and lives were scorched from complacency into ashes and fear. And with fear, came hate.
Gangs formed to take hold of food, water, and shelter...among other things...and they used whatever means necessary to get it.
The good doctor had a revelation...In the midst of a dark point of her life, where she found herself unable to save people by restoring their lives...she found herself able to save lives by...extinguishing others.
That was all she needed to act.
Knife in hand, and fatal intentions in mind, she braced herself for work.
This was a rare time she was looking forward to collecting the bill.
