I did this months and months ago (Back when I was still active on here), and three other people were working on Ellis, Rochelle, and Coach, but I.. think I was the only one to get mine done? Which is a first! I’m usually one of the last people to get things done 8D
If I were to do anything different with this, I probably would put Nick in one of those really snobby bathrobes for his sleepwear.
Fantasy Nick is a Nickromancer. Because of the lame pun, and he’s not the kind of guy who’d want to get his robes dirty. If I did the other three, I’d probably make Coach a big ol’ armored knight, Ellis would be a ranger (to go with his sniping skeelz), and Rochelle would be one of those fancy swords people things.
Little to no thought was put into Sci Fi besides “lets see how ridiculous I can make it”.
The rest of them… yes. Just some idiot in a suit. ENJOY.
(NOW with a link back to dA where you can download and view the full version)
You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.
So I uh…. messed up this one. Superduperwolfoxman on dA asked for Pre-infection Whitaker enjoying a cola, but I accidentally did Post-infection Whitaker enjoying a cola. Luckily all I’d have to do to fix it is change the background. I will say up front this is one of the sketches I know I’ll probably be taking to color simply because I’ve been meaning to draw some of the side characters in L4D for quite some time. (most noteably Whitaker, Virgil, Jimmy Gibbs Jr., Keith, and Church Guy).
For Soap-Dino on dA. Nick leaving a beat up Ellis behind. …. this isn’t food related, but as this was the only request I got that wasn’t within the parameters I asked for, I went ahead and drew it anyway.
