Tick, Tick, Tick...
Hmm... There’s a great chance that I may be forced into getting a job in a call centre tomorrow by the lovely people at the job centre. Just as the weather is getting better too
. I had also decided to try and make one good engine out of two bad ones for my moggy as it was getting warmer, but I guess helping the public in their woes and their worries must come first... apparently. My friend told me that working in call centres is not so bad, plenty of time to doodle so he says, so you never know, it may be tolerable
. Anyway, enough of such doldrums, I have finished "Bravo Girl" although I'm not entirely happy with her, but I'm sick to death of looking into those 'big green eyes' of hers, so she will do for now. I'm still thinking of putting a background on the pic, something like a setting sun behind her and making her a tad darker... we'll see.
So here we go then... as you can see I've cheered her up a bit from the sketch... Avatars of Calypso and beyond, I give you, in comic book styleee, Bravo Girl...
This is based on a true story... sort of
The Ballad of Bravo Girl.
Even though Bravo Girl carries a Gloryhound Issue Bravo (or GIB) she is not contrary to popular belief, a Gloryhound. Bravo Girl's story starts off, as do all on Calypso, as life as a noob. Her name was Hedge Witch. An adventurous and restless soul was she, and it was not long after landing on Calypso that she was off through the swamps and exploring the land of the mighty W
oF heroes Eudoria. Unarmed, for she had no ped to buy a gun and could not bear the tedium of sweating, she dodged and evaded her way to many a TP. But then came the day that she could not evade and dodge enough. She cursed those days that she scoffed at the other noobs sweating, and thus gained no defense skills and didn't earn the ped so she could buy a gun and hunt (a lesson for you all there kids) and was stuck helpless and defenseless in a place unknown to her and alone. Eventually, after what seemed like minutes, fortune took up its mighty hammer and struck her with it. This was the moment her life would change forever. Fortune, as it is with fortune, was good and happened for her to cross the path of a passing Gloryhound. On espying the obviously distressed noob, the mighty dog of war, held up his slaying to pause for audience with our heroine.
"What ails you, oh pale haired noob? Inquired the kindly Hound (go with me on this ok)
Hedge Witch told her tale of woe and mishap, and the kindly Gloryhound warrior took pity and decided to aid her.
"You sweat the mobs while they attack me" he said. "when you get 10 peds worth of sweat, let me now and I'll buy it off you".
If the sun could set in Eudoria it would of, and for long into the night Hedge Witch sweated and evaded her way to salvation. Eventually came the day that she had her 10 peds worth of sweat and a boot load of skills. "Now" said the Hound after buying the sweat. " go and buy 10 peds worth of Medium cells and come back to me when you've got them. TEN PED! She had 10 ped, never before had she ten ped. Why did she need ammo if she had no gun? The trade terminal couldn't work quick enough. On returning to where the Hound was relaxing she was surprised to see him open a trade window. Oh, she thought dismally, he just wanted me to get him ammo
When the Bravo appeared in the trade window she could hardly stiffle her glee. "Now take this Bravo young Hedge Witch, and with this rifle take up thy path that is yours to take. Cast aside this ranger and become who you were born to be. Bravo Girl!!!" (crickey, I hope there are not any lawyers reading)
Then with a mighty "WOOSH", the handsome, kindly, generous Hound was gone. Alone again. But this time, with a fucking big gun. Bravo Girl smiled as she raised her namsake for her first kill, and after she had killed it, for kill it she did (although she missed with the first shot, but shh) she stooped to dye her hair in the creature's blood.
It is said that now-a-days she has the highest plasma skills in the game. This could or could not be true. However for many a year nothing has been either too big or too small for the Bravo.
Bravo Girl is seldom seen in public places. She prefers the open plains where the Bravo is at it's most lethal. Still she bloodies her hair red and every now and again you will overhear noobs talking of how Bravo Girl rescued them and guided them home.
Thus told is the Ballad of Bravo Girl.
Editors note: It would like to be pointed out that Gloryhounds don't go giving out Bravo's willy nilly, if at all. You're more likely to get one off a Ripper Snapper.
HA! I've just noticed that I have reached the level of 'provider'!!! Oh the irony of it all