Haah kind of makes me want to do cybernetic muscle gut Tyrse XD

Big huge swollen synthetic gut sort of thing going on haha XD

I'v never seen myself with a musclegut, might be a good look for me though XD

Oh haha I was maybe slightly thinking vorish influences on it big round stuffed gut haha XD

Well now that type of gut I'm used to seeing :3

Well, I can't check the music right now. My data intake has been cut. But the picture makes me ask... What do you do if it rains? Do you have a coating overtop, or do you rust?

Now with 30% less creepy face! :D

Shush, and move over your tits are like sound proof wall padding.

Deal with it. :V

Uses your tits as a musical lounge chair "Dealing with it!"

Everything about this picture is awesome. Love pictures inspired by music and love pictures with meaning, not to mention the detail is pretty great.

I was really pumped to get this, I'd planned and fretted over what song to use for months XD

This image is quit fitting for you, Tyrse. I really like it.

Glad you approve ^_^

Years of missions, injuries, upgrades. He'd become this perfect killing machine. Nothing stood in his way. One fight after another, each ended as quickly as it had started it seemed. No enemy could do little more than scratch the coating that made him look normal. This is what he had dreamed of. Years of being pushed around, no control in his own life. Compared to and looked down on by those who would seek to use him. No more. Now he was in control. Now he was calling the shots.

He made his way home after another fight. Another win. Another decimation. He tossed his equipment haphazardly to the side as he entered his home. Carelessly striding about as he made his way to the bedroom. Grabbing a can of spray on skin he began the daily wear and tear rejuvenation. Something was different. This time when he stood infront of the mirror he -really- looked at himself.

All these upgrades, all these mechanics....was he man or machine? Was he even Tyrse anymore? Had his desire to be the strongest, to be his own alpha and omega, had it driven him further away from who he truly was or closer?

He looked at his hand. Gears clicked and spun around the tight make shift tendons that closed his hand into a fist. These ...these parts... they belonged to him. But they were not him. These eyes? They were not his own. This tail? His but not him. How much of him truly remained? Did he even know? Was this who ...what he was now? A cybernetic shadow of vengeance for his weaker former self?

Was he even alive anymore? Or had he forfeited that to a simulation spark in need of his power?

Was this what it meant to dig two graves? One for his enemies...one for his former self.
Was he living..or just staying alive?

I'd applaud but it'd sound like a workshop brawl.

Bahahaha making love to you is like working on a truck.

Shift my gears and grind!

awwww yissssss!!


nobutforrealdidyoulikeit?

Loved it XD

Well, the image is certainly epic, music inspired or not. Robomaster is a lovely form in the Tyrse repertoire

That is a really powerfull piece of art.