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Helloooo Nurse! First 2021 paintjob: Karla (modified 50232)


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Thanks all! I appreciate it.
 

On 1/3/2021 at 12:03 PM, Glitterwolf said:

She looks great, love the syringes!

But ehhh...I rather not have that shot...green glowing liquids don't seem healthy to me.

 

On 1/2/2021 at 6:45 PM, Great Khan Artist said:

I think I'd rather take my chances than get inoculated by that bunch. Normal phials don't glow.

She went to the Herbert West Memorial School of Pharmacology. ::D: But yes, there's a long list of side effects may include...
I like the idea of a Harley Quinn version--putting that on the to-do list.
 

On 1/2/2021 at 11:47 PM, Iridil said:

Great conversion - love that she has extra syringes on hand

Well, you can't just re-use them; that would be unsanitary. And thank you!
 

On 1/21/2021 at 3:16 PM, Jordan Peacock said:

Brilliant conversion!  I might have to reconsider this figure.  :D  

I appreciate it, and I'd love to see your version in the post-apocalypse!
 

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