That's Chem-chan but I don't recognize the comic.

It's Chem-chan. Littlegaunt never finished it, as far as I know.

>>4170969
The story is it is basically dead.

Set during the last Armageddon war, a chemdog goes around the planet and stumbles across a runty ork who decides she's his 'boss'. It was a way of looking at the armageddon war from a /tg/-ish sort of perspective.
Dude produced some nice art, but if anything good were to come out of it the project would have needed much more time and effort.

fuck yeah Chem-chan.

http://littlegaunt.wordpress.com/2009/03/26/beginnings/

>>4171018

kinda reminds me of the Mirrodin MTG block's books, only with an elf and a gobo.

>>4171018
Oh yeah, if it wasn't obvious: This is a bit of a tank-girl rip off. If you can apply one bit of pop culture to another unrelated bit of pop culture you are some kind of genius around these parts.

She possessed a near supernatural ability to steal things. I think at some point she steals a baneblade for a joy ride.

HUUUUUUUUUUGS.

So, tankgirl in a Warhammer setting?

>>4171099
WHAT. THE. FUCK. AND I THOUGHT THE DOLGRIM WAS FUCKED UP.

>>4171114

Essentially, yes.

>>4171109

Whoops, replied to the wrong number. Yes, you are correct.

>>4171109
Thank you!

Fuck, I thought that whole scene seemed damnably familliar!

>>4171114

Unyuuu~

>>4171042

Yeah, tank-girl was the look the anons wanted.

I'll be doing more chem-chan, it's just when I find time to do it.

>>4171311
whew! good thing that if you see a scary marine, then you were not his prey.

>>4171099
That is lolsome

Someone needs to run a Chem-chan!Armageddon campaign. Dark Heresy, of course.

>>4171348
nah, sometimes they are illuminated by a lightning flash just so that you know you're next. What usually follows is a lot of panicked running and screaming only to end up dead right before you reach safety.

>>4171360
...and has anyone seen Chem-chan since that comic was posted?

>>4171372
Only every time I close my eyes.

I myself am saddened by the fact that Chem-Chan vs. Yrag thing never really went anywhere. Chem-Chan with a time egg is a scary and trippy thought.

>>4171028

Shitty tank girl ripoff set in 40k is shitty. Both /co/ and /tg/ should be at least sligtly original.

>>4171555
Ah! That's what killed it.

Chem-chan has a special place in my heart since I was one of the Anon's contributing to the final appearance of the character. It really was a group effort, so it's more like feeling like part of something big and awesome. After it was suggested that /tg/ get a proper Chem-Dog girl, one guy chose the hairstyle, another suggested the Tank Girl sense of style, another said she should be the greatest thief that ever was, and somebody else suggested the whole Miffgrod connection, playing off the whole thing with Tank Girl and her mutant Kangaroo hubby/ boyfriend. It is, in some way, a fine example of back when /tg/ really could come together to make something awesome. And I do think she's one of the better /tg/ characters, if only because so many different /tg/ posters had a hand in her creation.

Couldn't have picked a better artist for it, either. Littlegaunt really brought the concept to life.

There was cameos from other chans planned as well. And a huge ogryn called Murray who pilots ships for them.

>>4171589
She was a good character.

But... I think that some figures latched on to it, sucked out all the life of it.

>>4171579
It didn't start off as a Tank Girl rip-off so much as eventually evolve into it. The suggestion to make her clothing and appearance generally Tank Girl-esque was born of a kind of general ignorance as to what a real Chem Dog looked like, outside of a rebreather, and it was generally known that they were pretty rag tag anyway. Likely lacking a proper uniform because they steal all their gear. Humie lootas. The Orkiest of the IG, outside Catachans. With all this in mind it was just easier to make the connection when you have lots of words like "post-apocalyptic" and "eccentric" floating around in the thread.

Sure, some people hate Tank Girl and everything it stands for... me, I'm completely ignorant concerning it. I've never even seen the movie. But the look kind of popped.

>>4171611
Figures? /tg/ doesn't really have any noteworthy figures. Unless you mean the namefags. And I don't think any of them really had any level of involvement.

>>4171581
It was the last thing ever produced of Chem-Chan I think, but I don't think it really killed it. The interaction between the two characters was actually kind of entertaining. Plus, it was an Easter Special, and everybody figured Chem-Chan's adventures should have lots of cameos from existing /tg/ characters anyway.

>>4171614
Yeah. It's not like anybody said PUT TANK GIRL IN 40k. Someone suggested a punky haircut, 80's clothing, and vivid colors and then somebody else just said fuck it, that's basically Tank Girl; do that.

Nobody ever posts the follow-up.

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>>4171674

Thread convinced me that there needs to be some kind of Chem-Chan mod for Fallout 3. I believe it's possible.

>>4171696
Miffgrod could be a runty Super Mutant. There's a type with the sort of headgear he's got. Chem-Chan's outfit could probably be made using some different Raider and Merc gear. The only thing that would probably have to be custom modeled is the chemical mask.

>>4171717

I'm sure there's a gasmask mod somewhere.

>>4171760
There are a few, but none that quite resembles the one Chem-Chan wears.

You could maybe use this thing on the Wasteland Legend outfit, but it would take re-rigging the damn thing as a piece of headgear rather than a simple decoration.

As for the rest of the outfit, retex some of the Raider Badlands armor, add torn stocking from Merc Charmer outfit, replace top with one from one of the Raider outfits seen in The Pitt, and we really are in business.

Looking at Littlegaunt's blog, I'm noticing that a lot of his characters have punk hairdos and mohawks and such. Is the description of giving Chem-Chan some hair in that style what attracted him to draw her?

>>4171717
>>4171805
On top of that, there's a hairstyle called "Unladylike" that could be used as the base for her hair. Get rid of the hair on the sides and it'd be perfect really. But what are we talking here, exactly? A companion mod?

If someone wants to link me to a decent outline of how you get a model into Fallout, I'm willing to do some work on this.

>>4171875
There's various tuts on fallout nexus under the utilities section.

I'm the guy who came up with Mifgrod and pointed out the whole tank-girl connection way back when.
It's nice to know all the relevant people still come to /tg/.

For the record.

When I rocked into the thread, everyone was going "Let's have a chemdog-chan". There were some pictures of chem-dogs, and people drawfagged from the originals, but basically it looked really plain and unfeminine. On a side-note, there was someone drawing a drookian-fen-chan in the same thread, and that was looking hardcore and way better than my offering.

The next suggestion was "Hey, let's make her tankgirly." I'd decided to have a go, at that point, so I made a sketch. She had the rebreather around her neck.

Everyone at that point said "Great but have her wearing it." So I changed that. And that's where the tankgirliness came from. I did two colours, one bright tankgirl one and one dull grimdark one, and the general concensus was that colourful was more fun. In later threads, people decided that the influence was cool and that as I didn't intend to get all gross with it (like some parts of tank girl) that the similarity was all cool. I can post logs of the development threads if you guys like.

Also, there was more comic after the time egg thing. I can post that too.

>>4172221
Content = good.

>>4172221

...you remind me, what ever happened to that picture of Drookian Fen-chan.

>>4172240

We saw, like, a three-quarters done image by the end of the night. It was fkn hardcore. I think that was the last time we saw her though.

>>4172308

Damn, anyone have the unfinished picture?

>>4172322
I'm kicking myself for not saving it.

I think we need to collect up all the 40k-chan stuff. I'd totally be up for reviving the calendar project... I'm horrible at putting comics together (as you can likely tell) and that'd be something I could actually get done without long periods of mulling over pacing and script and shit.

>>4172240
>>4172360
I've got it. Two versions in fact. But not on this computer. If this thread is still kicking about in....about 7 hours time then I'll be able to post them here. Otherwise I'll make a new thread. Unless someone else can set us up quicker.

I'm surprised I haven't seen a conversion of this escher juve yet. All the fixin's are right there.

>>4172451
Just needs a rebreather. And maybe the boots to be cut down a little.

>>4172451
Ahaha, that's awesome.

>>4172451

The boots are hardcore. You could run some greenstuff around the knee to make the edge of the boot, and paint the tops of the existing boots to look like some kinda lingerie.

>>4172322
Don't know if this is what is being referred to, but I want to see any Drookian-Fen-chan, or any Drookian Fen females in any case.

>>4172862
That's the one I was talking about. Thanks for saving me from posting it when I get home.

>>4172914
Ah good, good. You're quite welcome. I've got to say it's one of my favourite pieces of art I've seen on /tg/. But then I have a thing for red-headed celtic woman with tattoos. ;-)

>>4171875
Here's a link to a video tutorial using blender. Hopefully you're still around.

http://www.fallout3nexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=4941

>>4172862

That's the ticket!

Yeah, I was really impressed by that drawfag's work.

>>4172862
Does a higher resolution exist?

>>4173688
don't think so.

>>4172862
Alternate colours.

Bump for Chem and Drooky.

>>4175973
So happy together?

>>4173884
SCOTTISH CHICKS FUCK YEAH

>>4175992
I CAN'T SEE ME LOVIN' NOBODY BUT YOU

FOR ALL MY LIIIIIFE

WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME BABY THE SKIES'LL BE BLUE

FOR ALL MY LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE

>>4171670

That panel is so adorable it makes my eyes water.

I want to see more adventures of chem-chan.

Given the new one the same treatment I gave the old one, I hadn't seen it before.

>>4173884
Sweet! Glad this thread is still here after I posted the green version some 10 hours ago.

Long version.

Holy smokes, this thread is still alive.

Incidentally, if anyone wants to come up with chem-chan stories for me to illustrate, they'd be much appreciated. Like I said, I'm terrible at comicscripting. I've asked this before, but the threads never quite leaned in a useful direction.

>>4178076
Script+Scenery style, or just full blown jag off writing here?

>>4178103

Anything's a help, to be honest.

Have chem-hcan trying to get an explosive collar off her neck

>>4178159
>Alrighty then mate, though if I take the character in a direction you don't like, speak up sooner rather than later- I have a habit of wandering away from the artist's concepts by accident. My apologies ahead of time.

The Vithian Sixth earned many accolades for its service during the Third War for Armageddon. Commissar Yarrick praised in passing their heroism (Along with the Vithian Fifth, the Vithian Fourth, the Tenebrae Legio Vii, Smarlish Irregulars, and White Scars 4th) for holding the line about Helsreach Hive without displaying untoward cowardice. When the ragged survivors would return to their world (The sixteen of them), they would receive vast golden plates (As is the wont of the Vithian people) commemorating their service for saving the life of General Matkus's beloved son, who served as mascot for the unit, and who had become Imperial Governor in the meantime. And they would be remembered by any unit that bunked in the same base with them for the smoky amber that they held in near limitless supply, and would freely distribute to comrades.

At the moment though, at the site of the sixth mile of the Felswamp line, position 3, a Trooper Aprin, fallen in battle, was being given the best honor that an untended corpse on a battlefield could hope for.

"Emperor be thanked, a fucking heatpack," murmured the scavenger, peeling aside the chestplate and yanking the luxury out.

She stood away from the body casting a glance out across the field, idly squeezing the gelpack until the arcane chemical spirits within complied and started emitting heat.

"Thanks pal," she said, slinging her lasrifle to her side, patting the trooper's chestplate back into place, "Savlar appreciates the donation."

>>4178373
Looking fantastic so far...

"Feck, piss, feck feck, piss," Murmured the woman, her words muffled by the nitro breather she wore. It was better than nothing to keep her lungs clean. She leapt lightly over an occasionally sparking contraption- She frowned, glanced back.

Of fucking course all the good laspacks were down in the hole with the clanking ork contraption and the pile of corpses caught frozen in agony and pain around it.

"Feck."

There is a science to the art of scavenging. Any sump maddened waster can come crawling over a pile of corpses, grabbing anything that looks shiny. Of course, a week later you find them hairless, pissing their insides out of themselves, screaming and clawing out their own guts for want of a detox pill.

The ones that made this a repeat business would wait a few weeks after a battle, sure, leaving the obvious finds to the bumpkins to snatch away, but making it immeasurably safer.

The woman narrowed her eyes, glaring at the arcing lightning. The battle was barely twelve hours old.

"Piss."

She glanced behind her. A Vithian banner, showing some saint or another floating above the army, arms spread in blessing as the soldiers marched to their grim purpose. Laying still where she was, as if turning her back on the device would give it cause to strike, she grabbed the wooden pole and banner, bringing it close to the device, closer, closer, closer, just a few bare millimeters-

The thing flared to life, roaring a deep noise that shook one's ribcage, giving a terrific blast of energy, shooting soot and dirt high into the air, and filling the air and her vision with dust for a few blinding moments. When the smoke cleared, the woman blinked. Her pole had lost a good meter of length, and what she was holding rapidly turned to ash and slipped between her gloved fingers.

She blinked. Then frowned, glancing down. Yep. Slagged the laspacks.

"Feck."

>>4178473
D'aww.

>>4178462
Only thing I can see in this that's off is that I don't think she's worried about clean lungs, what with what she usually breathes, amirite?

The Imperial forces had pushed back the orks here- the woman could see the distant flashes of battle, barely visible on the horizon. The orks would be on the coast, and the Imperials would be in range of their croozers- same damn thing had happened a month ago.

Oh well. Made good pickings for her, she reasoned.

Laspacks always went for high prices. In theory, they'd run indefinitely, they were tough, you could recharge them by leaving them out in the sun, throwing them in an oven, or plugging them in one of the standard Mechanicus plugs. They were useful, versatile, reliable, and simple enough any bumpkin peasant out of a feral world could figure them out.

Which naturally meant that the Munitorium was tighter than a repentia's asshole with the damn things.

Very bad for guardsmen that find it hard to keep track of their kit when fighting for their lives against huge masses of green muscle and hate. Very good for a scavenger with battlefields to pick.

"Lazzie lazzie lazzie," Murmured the woman, picking through the piles of corpses, eyes careful for any likely suspects. The ones with the green diode on were the best from the Vithian's local pattern meant they were fully charged. She worked a green lighted laspack out of a lasrifle, and popped it into her bag. Starting to get heavy. Meant it was time to make her way back, soon enough.

She had collected a fair few by now, that and a quarter pack of lho sticks. The sun was starting to dip beneath the smog clouds, a good time to leave. She took a breath of the trace amounts of nitro chem in her mask, before taking it off. She glanced around.

Aside from the stench of rotting thousands, all things considered, it was a good day out on the surface of Armageddon. No acid rain for one thing.

A small green light there, at the top of a broken down bunker. Barely noticed behind the corpse of a great big ork. Her bag was nearly full, but hey, what could one more pack hurt?

It was automatic. Just reach out, hit the release, pull. Very simple. A person's mind can switch off when they do something like that, just a few autonomic movements, doesn't even need the brain inputting anything, just think about what the going rate would be, how much a new tank of nitro-chem would cost, how much protection would go-

Something warm was on top of her hand. She glanced up.

Two large red eyes gazed back at her underneath a leather cap and goggles. A long green face. Big white teeth sticking out of the underbite. Confusion and befuddlement on the thing's lamp post facial expressions.

It was maybe a second or two of staring at one another, before the woman remembered there was a lasrifle underneath her fingers. Another autonomic movement as the barrel swung up to the thing's face, and she pulled the trigger.

"Vithian piece of crap!" She shouted, banging the side of the lasrifle. It had only singed the ork, now howling as it rolled back and forth clutching its face. The woman swore when her efforts to badger the machine in to being more lethal only succeeded in dislodging the powerpack to clatter down the side of the bunker to the ground far below.

"FECK!"

f5 f5 f5 f5

There was a thread about her name, actually. I think the general concensus after lots of arguing was 'Gretchen'.

Yeah, Gretchen was the decision made. It partly came from the idea that in hive cities, Miffgrod would mysteriously just be taken as a particularly green ogryn or something, and in ork warcamps, chem-chan would mysteriously just be percieved as a lanky vicious grot.

Grots being gretchins, there was a kind of joke in there;
"'ere, Miffgrod, woss th' name of yer grot dere?"
"Ehh... Gretchen."
"...you ain't wun fer kree-ate-ivitty, are ya?"

Bump, moar?

"WAAAAAAAGGGHHH!" was emitted somewhat shrilly behind her and at thigh level, causing her to look back as the ork, tottering underneath a busted heavy, charged at her.

"Pius!" She swore as she ran for the side of the bunker, jumping over the side, bringing her precious loot close to her body and rolling on her shoulder, stopping a moment to snatch up the still potent powerpack, before rising to a sprint, ramming a laspack home, dropping to a knee, spinning, bringing the lasrifle up to her shoulder, and aiming...

...Aiming at nothing in particular. She kept her eye to the sights, staring. There was the bunker. There was where she had jumped. Where was the ork?

She stood, slowly, eyes still glued to the sights. One foot in front of the other, she crept forward. Maybe the thing was still on top of the bunker- with her lasrifle in front of her, she stepped on a barrel and-

"Oi!"

She paused, looked down. A few more seconds passed, before she carefully stepped back, and took aim at the barrel.

"GWAAA!"
"AHHHH!"

Two things happened at roughly the same time. First, the ork underneath the barrel decided it was high time to get moving. Next, the guardswoman decided to give the barrel a kick. The barrel sprang forth, slapping into her leg and bowling her over, and setting the ork underneath the barrel at an imbalance, sending him tilting as he sprinted blindly, before he hit a trench wall and fell back.

"Son of a bitch!" Shouted the woman, hopping over to the ork, "Fecking xeno, soon as I get ya, I'm going ta-" She paused after she swung her gun over to him, and cocked her head.

"Zog off, git!" Shouted the ork, as it turned. The ork was possibly the unorkiest ork that the guardswoman had ever seen- standing maybe five foot two at its tallest, its muscle mass (For an ork) unimpressive, and a generally...Even temperament to its face, helped by the rather unrecessed eyes, which only made the comedic tough guy display all the funnier, "Oi was toyin' wit yoo earlier! Oi kulda beaten ya at any toim, I was just, just, marshalling myself!" The ork shook its fist at her, "But now ya got me zoggin' mad! Oi got all da powa o' Gork and Mork in me mitts, and oi'm not afraid to use 'em! Oi'm warning yoo, oi got-"

"The cells with the red lights are dead," The guardswoman leaned in, lowering her rifle, but not slinging it to the side quite yet, as she peered at the junk covering the ork, "Though you make up for it with that bolt pistol."

"Eh?" The ork blinked, then glanced to his side, then beamed, "Oi, yeh, zoggin' roight!" The ork proudly raised his trophy, pointing it in the sky, "Made a good dakka noise when I foired it off!"

"You...You shot it off?"
"Yer," The ork shrugged, "Gotta figure out whether or not it wuz good, roight? Now," Frowned the ork, lifting the gun and looking in the barrel, contemplating the mysteries of the universe, "It doesn't make any mo' dakka... Oi figger tho, that ifn' oi add anudda barrel, git me anudda sickle unda dere, it'll get right shooty," the ork took on a lecturing tone at this point, and despite herself, the guardswoman found herself lowering her gun, shaking her head at the small, well mannered ork in front of her. The finger remained on the trigger, however.

The ork babbled on that day, as she followed the thing back to its "Camp" as it called it. The runty thing had burrowed a hole in the remains of what was once a wartrukk. The loot gathered by the ork was most impressive- not hampered by strength, common sense, and financial concerns, the ork had gathered (So soon after the battle had ended, even) a heavy bolter missing a barrel, a partially melted flamer, half of a set of carapace armor, a command desk, some long dead servitors, and a wider array of equally exotic (And mostly useless) items.

"Wow."
"Iz great, innit?" The small ork turned to her, puffed his chest out, "Miffgrod'll be the one wit' da flashest kit when da boss'll come back!"

"Miffgrod...That's your name then?"
"Yer."
"And your boss?"

>AND THEN THE WRITEFAG WAS A FAILURE GOOD NIGHT

Oh man, harsh. Cliffhanger.

>>4179351

Fukken sweet, man!

Hope this thread's still around tomorrow so we can get more story.

It's already lived two days, I'm not hopeful.

>>4180134
Well, all it needs are some strategic bumps here and there to keep it from page 10.

Strategically placed bump.

doop dee dooba doop.

Enough with the feck, dammit. She isn't irish and we aren't writing for network television, you can say FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK without having to frell frack pretend it's a different word.

>It was maybe a second or two of staring at one another, before the woman remembered there was a lasrifle underneath her fingers. Another autonomic movement as the barrel swung up to the thing's face, and she pulled the trigger.

Good stuff, but in this scene in particular you don't want to spoil the ambiguity which provides a great deal of the 'aww' and comic effect.

"Her hand brushed his as they reached for the same powerpack. She pulled away at the touch of gnarled, green flesh, and their eyes met across the fallen corpse. A long moment passed between them, the silence of the battlefield broken only by the beating of their hearts.

Then she raised her lasrifle and shot him in the face.

The ork let out a cry of "GWARR!" and raised both hands to his singed forehead as Gretchen turned to run..."

Also note that I don't bother explaining thy the lasrifle didn't kill him; we already have a running joke that lasrifles are shit, so it's funnier if they just arbitrarily cause incredibly minor wounds.

>>4180938
I know, huh? All those booping dialects can drive anyone gorping mad.

>>4181015

Feth that.

>>4181020
Amen, nanafenker.

>>4180972
That's more the sorta thing I was going for... though, as a sort of closer-to-40k-grimdark adaptation, the writefag's stuff is good. I just added a bit more slapstick in my version.

>>4181015

Also if you must use imaginary swears, Judge Dredd ones are the most hilarious.

>>4181121

Good to see you're awake.

I put a new thread up, let's brainstorm.

>>4181155