The Lost Astronaut and Her Heavy Metal Guardian
So here we are again—another installment in the ongoing saga of my lost astronaut lady. Only this time? She ain’t entirely alone anymore.
Look, I’ve spent plenty of time sketchin’ this poor woman lost in the cold, infinite void, runnin’ from every cosmic horror my imagination can throw at her. She’s had to dodge who-knows-what lurking in the shadows of derelict starships, avoid getting yanked into some interdimensional rift, and probably spent more time stress-sweating in a busted spacesuit than any sane person should.
But now? Now she’s got backup.
Enter The Brute—a big, hulking, industrial-grade battle-bot with just enough wear-and-tear to show it’s seen some things, but still has plenty of fuel left in the tank to throw hands (or, uh… massive metal fists) at whatever nightmare comes creeping outta the dark. If the last sketches were all about survival, this one’s about taking the fight back. You want a space horror showdown?
So here we are again—another installment in the ongoing saga of my lost astronaut lady. Only this time? She ain’t entirely alone anymore.
Look, I’ve spent plenty of time sketchin’ this poor woman lost in the cold, infinite void, runnin’ from every cosmic horror my imagination can throw at her. She’s had to dodge who-knows-what lurking in the shadows of derelict starships, avoid getting yanked into some interdimensional rift, and probably spent more time stress-sweating in a busted spacesuit than any sane person should.
But now? Now she’s got backup.
Enter The Brute—a big, hulking, industrial-grade battle-bot with just enough wear-and-tear to show it’s seen some things, but still has plenty of fuel left in the tank to throw hands (or, uh… massive metal fists) at whatever nightmare comes creeping outta the dark. If the last sketches were all about survival, this one’s about taking the fight back. You want a space horror showdown?
So here we are again—another installment in the ongoing saga of my lost astronaut lady. Only this time? She ain’t entirely alone anymore.
Look, I’ve spent plenty of time sketchin’ this poor woman lost in the cold, infinite void, runnin’ from every cosmic horror my imagination can throw at her. She’s had to dodge who-knows-what lurking in the shadows of derelict starships, avoid getting yanked into some interdimensional rift, and probably spent more time stress-sweating in a busted spacesuit than any sane person should.
But now? Now she’s got backup.
Enter The Brute—a big, hulking, industrial-grade battle-bot with just enough wear-and-tear to show it’s seen some things, but still has plenty of fuel left in the tank to throw hands (or, uh… massive metal fists) at whatever nightmare comes creeping outta the dark. If the last sketches were all about survival, this one’s about taking the fight back. You want a space horror showdown?