After the team cuts deep into the interior of a Mounder sized Weed Demon, they find the indigestible gear of the plant’s previous victims.

Art from page 160, roll 91 of Monday Mutants Bestiary PDF $10.99. Print $24.99 Hardcover now available at drivethrurpg for $32.99

[https://www.outlandarts.com/mondaymutantsbestiary.htm](https://www.outlandarts.com/mondaymutantsbestiary.htm)

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#williammcausland #MutantEpoch #tabletopgame #indiegame like #gammaworld or #fallout or #degenesis or #mutantcrawlclassics

Another poster for the [THE FACILITY] discord done in 2021! This one was for one of our wonderful [SECURITY], The Tactical Bucket!

Re-imagining of Emma Frost as a tactical operative because her comic storylines are boring AF to me

Sister Prier from the tactical jrpg La Pucelle. Its from the same universe as Disgaea and very fun anime style sort of humor. She is a massive brute force ass kicker like all my fave female chars, but with huge thighs and a cute tummy that made me feel represented as a kid. Made for inktober 2019, prismacolor markers and color pencils!

You want some art? Comission are open! Contact me on:

Socials: http://linktr.ee/MamaLiege

Dont use my art without written permission or you will be punished!

My sona's New 2.0 Reference that elaborates a bit more ovo
I absolutely love her, and shes the best bean I have ever had. Do Not Reference, Use, Copy or Steal. SHE IS NOT YOURS.

Some Information on her ovo

Name: Marceline Polaris Azure
Nicknames: Marcie,Marcy,Bio,Pulse, Unit0320
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Associated Codenames: Unit0320,BioPulse
Sexuality: Bisexual Male Leaning
Mated to Ark “Arkadecoin” Azure and Glitch ArkadeCoin
Species: Synthetic Rattlesnake Lizard
Occupation: Waitress and Hostess to The Arcade

Likes:
Sushi
Dr Pepper
Medium Rare Steak
Sweets
Techno Music
Dancing
Night Time
Video Games

Dislikes:
Spicy Foods
Bitter Foods
Coke Cola
Fruit Sodas
Lemons
Day Time
Reading Books

Lore/Backstory:
A long way away from The Arcade, several years before the incident, Unit0320 was created in a Laboratory. She was made as a special tactical unit for a Secret force of Android-like beings. She was born one night out of one of her confinement pods which not only held her but the fluid to keep her in tip top shape. On the night she was let out of the confinement and welcomed into the world, she broke out of the facility- putting every employee on high alert. She had escaped the facility and for a couple of years tried to blend in with society and tried to live a normal life. She eventually gave herself the name Marceline and a Code name Biopulse in order to appear and interact normally. One day she met a Sabertooth tiger man, which she eagerly made friends with and eagerly became smitten with him. So much that he invited her to work and live with him at The Arcade. Now that she has a name, a job and now a relationship… she lives full time at The Arcade. When that terrible storm came, later on she was the one who found Ark hurt from the electrical shock. She stabilized him as best she could and despite some different things within The Arcade, They managed.

Marceline/Art © BioPulse

I thought I'd give it a whirl and see what kind of operator my son would be. Healing defender with a tacky codename that's actually the exact opposite of how he is behind the furrowed brow :'D He leads a guerilla scouting unit called "Roamers". This was fun to struggle with, I haven't really designed or even drawn tactical gear/clothing... So creating something that would fit the Arknights setting was a nice challenge! Also made a "fake" recruitment screenshot from the game for fu..

P – Paranormal
R – Regulatory
I – International
M – Militarized
A – Advanced
L – Logistic

“P.R.I.M.A.L” is a paramilitary organization that protects the general population against paranormal entities attacks and keeps them a secret from the public. Originally PRIMAL was built with the idea to sent demons back to their original world (Hell) and exterminate them to prevent tragedies. Over the time PRIMAL views changed and PRIMAL's mission is not anymore to destroy and hunt demons but protect the public from Paranormal Entities _including_ angels and other non-human creatures.

Hunters work in teams of 5 (with some exceptions) the party is usually built to have a range of different classes of the same level in the same group. All teams have a mentor of higher rank that help them train for emergencies and mission.
All teams of hunters are sided by their own Operator to help them with information on the field and keep contact with the Council members and the Head Master.

Hunters are ranked from 5 to 1 and a “S” ranking.

Hunters ranked 5 are mere rookies, they aren’t trained yet and don’t participate in the field, unless for civilian evacuations. So the rank 5 isn’t considered like an actual rank.
They have a mostly white outfit with color accents. Maybe blue or green.

A team of Hunters of rank 4 can take a threat of level E.
They have a mostly Green outfit

A team of Hunters of rank 3 can take a threat of level D.
They have a Blue outfit

A team of Demons Hunters of rank 2 can take a threat of level C.
They have an Orange outfit

A team of Hunters of rank 1 can take a threat of level B.
They have a purple outfit

A team of Salyers of rank 1S can take a threat of level A.
They have a black and red outfit.

The threat levels rank S, SS & U can only be taken by multiple teams of Slayers.

Each PRIMAL HQ has its own HeadMaster and each branch "Scientific, Medical, Tactical, Logistic, etc" has its own "HeadMaster" as well.

Monica got a new upgraded outfit! More tactical and with a specially made cape!

Seems she's all geared up for action now!

Dragons 12 years after being rescued and hatching in [Sgt. Byrd's Base](https://spyro.fandom.com/wiki/Sgt._Byrd%27s_Base). These dragons were raised surrounded by hummingbirds knowledgable in battle and war tactics, so they learned about combat, tactical weaponry, and evasive maneuvers they can use to survive in a tough battle, were the need ever to arise.

RyanLee was recovered by Cpt Gabrielle and given to Sgt Byrd after clearing out the intruders.

Siegfried was also recovered by Cpt Gabrielle after clearing out the caves, mistaken for a Rhynoc's lunch.

Roy is rescued along with 5 other caged hummingbirds.

Spyro characters do not belong to me.

DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION

If you want their more detailed descriptions, I have them in DeviantArt, but I can copy-paste them in individual submissions!

SV +6/ rate 1/ DMG 1d10+5/throw range 6m

One of the relics found in the pages of Excavator Monthly Compendium for The Mutant Epoch TTRPG.
https://www.mutantepoch.com

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[Ally, Alpha Shadow Stalker]

Ally Alpha Shadow Stalker? My mind aches suddenly like I just got fucking took a hammer to the head. Causing my free hand to grab my head as memories literally not my own distortedly flash by in my head. Renewal… Cave… United States…. Strange cub…. Monsters…. Hummingbird…. Grendel…. **** there's a lot of distorted information there. Looking at the big shadow creature still holding me, its ears flattened backwards I snarl a low pained guess.

"Grendel?"

Its ears perked up instantly with its mouth opening with a squeak? It squeaks? Whatever it sounded like a happy squeak. So big gu- okay no girl, touchy don't need to snarl at me. So big girl is Grendel that means Hummingbird has to be…

"Hummingbird? What's my balance?"

[$625 GD - recommended buying armor]

"Ffff yeah armor sounds good Hummingbird but first I need these teeth out and healed."

Mentioning teeth being removed from me Grendel fucking sends my pain to another level. A loud violent sound of flesh being ripped apart is heard as my side is ripped the **** wide open. Suppressing a screaming snarl when shadows start stitching me back together.

[Blood Lost 40% - Weakened in effect]

'You don't say?! You don't fucking say! Fucking **** that hurt! Anyways Hummingbird what fucking armor can I buy? Because I'm gonna need clothing.'

[US Infantry Fatigues - $25 GD
Russian Infantry Fatigues -$26 GD
Ect….]

[While there are a lot of good armors there I would recommend this one. As it has some functions to help you survive due to it being changed in this time period.

Fallout NV Armor - $225]

'Fine since from what my distorted memories are suggesting you helped me til everything went blank. Though what's the Renewal and all that **** honestly?'

[Balance: $400 GD]

[Can not answer, unrelated to primary function.]

Sighing a bit tiredly I watched the wet clothing I'm in be replaced by my new armor. Now in a helmet with red tinted lenses, the helmet retracted into the collar of a dark grey duster trench coat with armor platings, a red dress shirt with armor covering my chest and stomach, digital camo grey combat pants, and tan steel toed combat boots. Looks nice honestly, holstering my gun into the ever present chest holster. I looked at Grendel and well asked something even though it's a shot in the dark.

"So do you know where land or a boat is?"

"Skre? Skree skree skkrree."

"Huh?"

"..."

Shrugging I take that as no. So I asked something else because fucking why not see where it'll lead!

"Wanna take me to the last place we ever fucking were?"

With ears perked Grendel gladly takes me to that place through the void. Where we ended up was fucking not great, the place we came out at was a very corrupted and decrepit looking city in America. Or what's left of the old country. Question is where are we? Sighing while I got my gun ready we skulked the streets towards a bus stop. Looking at the rather ancient map of the city in it I sighed. Washington D.C. was the place we last were ever seen apparently. But what the **** is wrong with this area? It's literally corrupted. Aiming by gun around I saw a quick glimpse of why.

[Corrupted Undead of Jesus Christ]

"Hummingbird some information please…"

[This all I can answer. For you must thrive and survive so here's a lesson on your first enemy.

The Holy Gods turned on Humanity, the Neutral Gods became guardians, the Demonic Gods became the new Gods of Light. The God who had struck everything in a six hundred mile radius of here was, Jesus Christ. Who had killed and consumed his father. He became the first Holy God to turn on Humanity.

The Corrupted Undead are only his first and most dangerous creations. They have been sealed within a barrier to stop them from consuming the world. You want out? You and Grendel have a long walk ahead of you. Or you could clean them out one by one to improve your arsenal and to survive. It would also remove the worse infected area of them besides the wild roamers.]

"So what is the state of the world if I can know…."

[Your a broke basic bitch for now. So no, not unless you find stuff to learn that knowledge. However, there is something worth your attention inside the Pentagon. It is like the watch known as ISAC from an old game, but this AI is able to access all Old Era technology regardless of how things have changed. It could even help to give me more tactical functions… so if you want a 12% survival increase then find them.]

Looks like I got a quest, a tomb raider quest.

"Grendel, we have a directive. Up to raid the Pentagon and slaughter the dead?"

In response to my question the big burly Shadow Stalker lets out an excited hiss. Ears folding back as her claws carved out the ancient pavement in excitement. At least I have an eager pet! Making sure my gun is fully reloaded I looked at the surroundings Grendel's hiss attracting some friends. Cocking the hammer back I stared at the monsterous husk once called people. Hollow burning green eyes, gray skin with black veins, mutated fingers into claws, and sharpened teeth with thick red sludge dripping from their mouthes.

Getting back to back with my dear pet and fellow fighter in this situation I raised my gun. Seeing this the monstrosities snarled and charged us with abandon. Unpredictable but predictable.

"Let the symphony of war sing aloud."

*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*

Seven rapid shots, seven dead husk with their heads blown apart or limbs flying. Twenty-five shots left, fifty husk, two time washed fighters, acceptable odds honestly. Crouching under the claws of a husk my gun barks under their chin blowing their head away. Moving my gun quickly I fan fire nine shots causing collateral damage. Grendel is holding the back line with glee as she ripped the dead apart. Watching her use the shadows to extend her claws I think of trying something early to conserve shots. Focusing on my gun I imagine the shadows creating a blade like attachment along the under barrel.