Cyberchunk 277kg (Patreon)

Was toying with this design before the bugs really set in for me. When I was looking over old sketches I designed to finish it up. 

The idea was a merc freelancer that's tough-as-nails but also hopelessly addicted to some sort of corporate, mass-produced, high-caloric gel nutrient sort of slop that comes in large 72oz canisters. They say "Diet" but the difference really isn't that drastic. She may look a little scrawny for 277kg but a lot of that is because implants. CYBERPUNK!

Boy, that game was a bust. Funny that the bigger take away about not trusting corporations came metafictionally (or is it metatextually? Early morning brainfarts). But I'm sorry. I'm old. It'll take more than a big dumb glitchy cash-in to turn my back on an aesthetic I've loved since I was a little kid.