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[Random Arts] - Steampunk Reyn
As a child, Reyn had always marvelled at the seemingly endless uses of steam technology in prosthetics - arms, legs, organs, the list of potentially replacable parts seemed undending. And far from just giving the injured their lives back, many had prosthetics that made them faster, stronger, hardier - more than human, almost.
So it was with some personal dissapointment that Reyn never had a single industrial accident, never got into a fight with an axe-wielding maniac, never got run down by a steam-car - no, all of his parts were still attached and working fine. He'd never actively remove one of them just to get a prosthetic, mind - but a little part of him felt remorse that he might never need one.
So he devoted his time to building them for others, instead; fine-tuning and improving on the designs morning, noon and night. Of course, with his upbringing - not a drop of noble blood in his body nor the luck to be born into one of the big industrialist's families - he was forever living in his master's shadow, and his inventions were given his master's stamp, his own ingenuity left un-noticed.
To vent his frustrations, the young fur would enter into underground bare-knuckle boxing rings, and despite inevitably losing, still found a great deal of stress relief to be had in whaling on someone for a few rounds.
It wasn't until he saw the new steamwork automata at the World Fair that the wires connected in his head. He had no injuries to replace with prosthetics - but why not just build -around- his body, instead of in place of it?
The result - a pair of brass and iron steam-pumped piston-loaded gloves. The weight of the things means the young fur is now stronger than he looks on the surface from lugging them around and learning to swing with them without losing his balance, but with a fully pressurised punch, he was sending opponents two or three times his size bowling across the concrete.
And of course, where one finds ingenuity, one finds plagiarism; before long, more and more steam-powered combat gear was cropping up. Deciding he'd had enough of being ripped off for one lifetime, he set out from under his master's wing and into the city to find out who was making these forgeries - and if that meant punching his way through a few bodyguards and/or walls in the way, then all the better.
NO idea if I'll ever make something of that little story there but it came together with the doodle. :D
So it was with some personal dissapointment that Reyn never had a single industrial accident, never got into a fight with an axe-wielding maniac, never got run down by a steam-car - no, all of his parts were still attached and working fine. He'd never actively remove one of them just to get a prosthetic, mind - but a little part of him felt remorse that he might never need one.
So he devoted his time to building them for others, instead; fine-tuning and improving on the designs morning, noon and night. Of course, with his upbringing - not a drop of noble blood in his body nor the luck to be born into one of the big industrialist's families - he was forever living in his master's shadow, and his inventions were given his master's stamp, his own ingenuity left un-noticed.
To vent his frustrations, the young fur would enter into underground bare-knuckle boxing rings, and despite inevitably losing, still found a great deal of stress relief to be had in whaling on someone for a few rounds.
It wasn't until he saw the new steamwork automata at the World Fair that the wires connected in his head. He had no injuries to replace with prosthetics - but why not just build -around- his body, instead of in place of it?
The result - a pair of brass and iron steam-pumped piston-loaded gloves. The weight of the things means the young fur is now stronger than he looks on the surface from lugging them around and learning to swing with them without losing his balance, but with a fully pressurised punch, he was sending opponents two or three times his size bowling across the concrete.
And of course, where one finds ingenuity, one finds plagiarism; before long, more and more steam-powered combat gear was cropping up. Deciding he'd had enough of being ripped off for one lifetime, he set out from under his master's wing and into the city to find out who was making these forgeries - and if that meant punching his way through a few bodyguards and/or walls in the way, then all the better.
NO idea if I'll ever make something of that little story there but it came together with the doodle. :D
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Pokemon
Size 1280 x 1125px
File Size 524.9 kB
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