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A little backstory written by Metal himself:
It had been years since things had gotten so bad. Sometimes it's hard to remember that anything was ever any good at all... you always remember the better days, but at times they seem so far away.... sometimes, you wonder if they were ever really real at all. A world where every day wasn't spent running between run down buildings, spending nights in abandoned homes and apartments... always trying to stay hidden, trying to keep quiet, afraid more than anything to do anything that might draw attention.
Real or not, at least some of us have memories to look back upon. Others aren't so fortunate. Those born after things went down the toilet. After cities began dying off, and the only thing left in the wake of destruction was alien vegetation, monsters, and thugs who came to the conclusion that the key to survival is to kill. They're hard to deal with... because you never know if they had family. If they had someone who needed them. If they just did what they thought they had to do. Sometimes though, you don't get the luxory of doing what you feel is right... sometimes, they don't give you a choice... and if it's not you or them... sometimes it's others.
In a world where you have nothing left... you'll fight tooth and nail to protect what little you still have left.
So there we have it, old man Metal (known as Victor in this universe) taking care of mine and Prismas child in a post apocalyptic future.
Unnamed Child is ©Myself/
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Artwork/Victor are ©
It had been years since things had gotten so bad. Sometimes it's hard to remember that anything was ever any good at all... you always remember the better days, but at times they seem so far away.... sometimes, you wonder if they were ever really real at all. A world where every day wasn't spent running between run down buildings, spending nights in abandoned homes and apartments... always trying to stay hidden, trying to keep quiet, afraid more than anything to do anything that might draw attention.
Real or not, at least some of us have memories to look back upon. Others aren't so fortunate. Those born after things went down the toilet. After cities began dying off, and the only thing left in the wake of destruction was alien vegetation, monsters, and thugs who came to the conclusion that the key to survival is to kill. They're hard to deal with... because you never know if they had family. If they had someone who needed them. If they just did what they thought they had to do. Sometimes though, you don't get the luxory of doing what you feel is right... sometimes, they don't give you a choice... and if it's not you or them... sometimes it's others.
In a world where you have nothing left... you'll fight tooth and nail to protect what little you still have left.
So there we have it, old man Metal (known as Victor in this universe) taking care of mine and Prismas child in a post apocalyptic future.
Unnamed Child is ©Myself/
/
Artwork/Victor are ©
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 964 x 1168px
File Size 610.9 kB
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