Series of sketches from my book of various denizens of the Wastelands in SecondLife. This is the first one.
Mr. Crescendo was my mentor and the very first person I had encountered in The Wastelands. Taught me how to stay alive using the Ruin't health and scavenging system and introduced me to a pugilist's club that may or may not still be around. It was somewhere near the spawn bunker in the hub of the Wastes (not The Great Fissure, the other Ruin't infohub). He's a pretty cool guy, but he and I had a falling-out when he became convinced I wad hitting on him (whut). I swear to this day that I was not. Oh well.

And yes, he is wearing old pieces of tires with bones shoved through them as armor. Fallout ain't got nothin' on this.


No, I don't know why the image is sideways. I can't figure it out.