Geiger

The apocalypse has never looked so good.

Radioactive. Toxic. Corrosive. Mutagenic. Poisonous. Carcinogenic. Hazardous. Indestructible. Invulnerable. Unstoppable.

Geiger might know where she came from. If she does, she lies about it to everybody. All she tells people is that she's been doing her thing for a long time running and there's nothing that can stop it.

Someone must have taken care of her at some point- she has clothing modified to fit her enormous frame and survive her unique aura, though it requires frequent washing and repair so close to her skin. It's all heavy militaristic stuff buckled and latched to her body, exposing huge swaths of fur to let her shed heat while still absorbing her aura to keep bystanders in slightly less danger than they would otherwise. There's a silvered canister strapped to her hip that she usually fills with water for emergency coolant, adorned with the classic biohazard trefoil.

Those are the details, though. All that matters for first impressions: she is large.

She fills the sky for someone standing at her feet. Thick overgrown steel-shaded fur, carrying the rich scent of dominant canine bitch, over massive skyscraper-beam muscles. What isn't fur is glowing: the blackness of her pawpads, nosepad, eyes, lips, tongue, nipples (of which she has two regular and a doggish sixpack), vulva... and anywhere else is streaked with a luminescent green that shifts and spreads in slow Rorschach blots. Stand close enough and you can sense the pounding of her monstrous heart, feel the flex and tension of her legs.

Then the nausea would start.

Geiger is not healthy to stay around. Everything about her is death. She pours out radiation like an unshielded reactor, sometimes a low level that does nothing more than increase your insurance premium, sometimes so intense bystanders taste sour rotting metal and see flashes. It lingers in what she touches and where she stands; pawprints scorched into the ground are a common sight around her. Up close, the radiation is so intense she puts off heat like a glowing forge: she can't masturbate with rocks because they liquefy before she finishes. Her aromatic fur is thick with a fine glitter that tests reveal to be heavy metals- cadmium, mercury, lead, uranium, valuable and incredibly dangerous to multicellular life.

There are very few ways she isn't dangerous. When her strange atomic metabolism heats up, she has to start releasing spent coolant, and nothing will live for a hundred years where she urinates. And while she never seems to need food to live, she certainly enjoys eating, turning live and screaming victims into puffs of high-energy plasma.

Go on, look at what happened to the poor fox just under this section.

She's an indestructible force of murder, the scorcher of earth. But... honestly, she seldom means to do it. She's more of a mumbling slacker who either forgets she's likely to kill anyone nearby, or just doesn't see their lives as worth the effort it would take to change her act. She likes some people very much, actually; she's sad enough she burns their outlines into the ground in memory, sometimes while they're still able to ask her not to.







Other pictures coming soon!




And yes, she's indestructible. No, it doesn't matter what magic or technological powers you have. There's no hurting the Geiger. Better things than you have tried and failed. It may be overpowered, but she don't give a damn.

Fuckin' chariots.