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richardsondavis · 11 months

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I have been trying to make a long post for the past few days but I wasn't very great at it but now, now I can fucking do so.

So SCP, those who were fans of the creepypasta phase of the internet in the early tens would be familiar with them. They were the goat of these kinds of stories. So fucking fantastic and magical. Very epic.

I remember when I was still young, I used to go to this store that sold vending machine hot chocolate. I go there and buy me a cup and I would read SCP articles. I loved those days. I essentially memorized the designations and nicknames of the first series of SCPs, SCP Series 1.

I kinda fell out of SCP for a while when I started reading manga and webtoons when I got to college. I always still loved it very much. It's just that the newer series wasn't very interesting to me anymore. Even Series 3, which was being built up when I first found out about SCP was also trash. Some gems but not really grand.

Then I heard about the rewrite of 049. I've memorized 049 and oh boy the rewrite was something... something great. It was a nice discovery. It added more to 049 than what I could bargain for. Although I questioned it in later years, as why couldn't they just make a tale to explain 049. They made him human.

I wasn't really reading SCPs by then, I've outgrown them essentially but they still had a place in my heart. I listened to TheExploringSeries or TheVolgun do some SCP stuff.

I decided one day to listen to SCP-847. I remember what it was, it was this mannequin that attacked women and did things to them. Creepy stuff. Fantastic horror.

And to my horror, it was rewritten. By this point I've been redpilled. Was made aware of what woke was and what feminism truly is, the works.

The rewrite, was fucking atrocious. It was the most self-serving bullshit I have ever heard. I was in so much disbelief after I finished listening to that article.

They butchered the SCP to shoehorn a men's expectations of women agenda. It was awful pandering bullshit. I still feel nauseous about it because it just really was shocking and appalling. I loved SCPs.

To think it became like that man, fuck. I don't know what to think of it anymore but the rewriter can go fuck themselves.

Fucking feminazi bullshit.

I looked up what 4chan had to say about this travesty and I found a comment I wholeheartedly agree with.

This person was able to explain my discomfort and fucking hatred for that article. It was just bullshit. Pure bullshit.

049 was rewritten by it's OG author so it's good. But 847 was rewritten by some dude who doesn't even understand the charm of 847. Fucking bastard.

I just can't man. Just can't.

#scp #rant #scp 847 #bullshit #anger #ANGRY!!!!

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moririki · 3 years

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⤷ MORE THAN YOU'D BARGAIN FOR

DENJI X READER -> 1.7K when it comes to a fool blinded by love, it sure hurts to have the short end of the stick

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> angst, friends with benefits‼️, happy ending bc i'm weak like that, denji not knowing how to process emotions, very loose college!au cos i'm lazy, makima being slightly antagonised because fuck her, mentions of sex but nothing super explicit i don't think MORI'S THOUGHTS -> thinking about denji's hands. i want to learn how to animate manga panels now so i can do a csm edit. also the writing style got kinda boring im SORRY

HEARTBREAK WAS ALWAYS BOUND TO HAPPEN IN THESE SORT OF RELATIONSHIPS. anyone with a pair of eyes and ears could give a clear answer to the question "who does denji like?" and no matter how much you wanted that answer to change, it would never be you.

even when the blonde boy had been so insistent on his heart belonging to another, he still had urges. so under the influence of one too many bottles of alcohol, it was a fairly easy decision for both of you to fall into bed together. more than once. more than you'd care to admit.

being with denji was nice. he was funny, sweet at times and vulgar during the others, and you found yourself repeating a mantra of don't catch feelings for your friend during your time together. and truth be told, it was hard not to, even when you and denji had finished your business and the topic of conversation always seemed to make its way back to makima.

it left a bitter taste in your mouth when denji acted like nothing had happened between the pair of you in other settings. the bitterness turned sour when you realised that there was no reason for him to have to either, and you cursed yourself when you realised you had done the worst thing possible and gone and fallen for your friend who so clearly wouldn't like you back.

but there were times where you thought that you just might have a chance.

even though your cursed your heart for fluttering and rearing its head each time so willingly at denji's mercy, you couldn't help but take every offhand action of his as a ray of hope. with the way his hands engulfed yours to anchor himself as he thrusted into you, the way his lips left urgent kisses on your lips as you panted beneath him, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried out in ecstasy.

and even when you were lying next to each other in his bed, catching your breath. you would turn to look at his face sometimes, only to see him staring at you already with a look in his eyes that could only be described as wistful. but you were a fool to think that you could ever upseat makima in denji's eyes.

false hope could only get you so far.

with his breath tickling the back of your neck and his large hand rubbing patterns into your hip, this false hope really had gotten you somewhere. but all good things must come to an end. words that you dreaded to say weighed heavy on your tongue, but you dragged yourself along, lifting them just enough to feel them escape your lips before you could really stop them.

"denji, what are we?"

you felt the hand that rested on you go still, and the arm that was poised as a pillow for you went rigid. hell, the boy that was holding you so close to his chest had practically stopped breathing, and you felt your eyelids slide shut in a bitter defeat before you heard another word. it's not like you needed them to understand how he felt, anyway.

"we're friends, aren't we?" his tone was so controlled, so even and level and unlike the denji that you knew and, dare you say it, loved. it sent another shot tubneling straight through your heart, and you were glad that you were currently facing away from him. you wouldn't be able to handle seeing the look on his face as all of your tentative hopes were crushed under his heel. all you wanted to do was curl in on yourself and maybe try to cry away the numbness that was invading your body from the chest outward.

you raised a shaking hand to push denji's own off of you, and you felt the mattress underneath you creak as the boy shifted in confusion at your behaviour.

"y/n?"

your kept your back turned to him as you got out of his bed, pulling on your own clothed and scowling in frustration when you couldn't find your shirt anywhere. you were seconds away from letting the first droplets fall, and you did not want to let denji see.

you snagged some random material of a shirt off of the bedroom floor, yanking it over your head and turning to face denji with a face that you hoped wasn't too scrunched from holding back your tears.

"we're not just friends and you fucking know it."

you didn't have time to register his wounded facial expression or the pleading calls of your name that he cast towards your retreating figure, but you grabbed your shoes before leaving his dorm, shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully and storming off back to your own room.

you must look insane, padding along the halls with no shoes as angry tears streaked down your face and you tried your best not to audibly sob. by the time you had made it back to your room your eyes were streaming, and you flopped on your bed with little regard for anything else other than crying your eyes out.

truth be told, after that fateful night and the best cry of your life you felt much better. you knew where you stood, you had your feelings sorted out, and you knew that a little distance would really help you to finally move on from your friend.

now, if only denji would stop calling and texting you like nothing had happened.

you felt like you could scream when you saw a notification from him, asking if you wanted to study for the test that you had next week. you bit back the petty urge to ask him if he wanted to study with you as just friends, instead opting to turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow once again.

matters of the heart take time, after all.

on denji's end, things weren't looking much better. he brushed off his confusion at your actions and words when you had left so abruptly the other day, only to find himself staring at his ceiling trying to decipher his feelings and what the hell you had meant.

he likes makima. and he has, for a while now. he could count on one hand the amount of times he had interacted with the girl who sat in front of him in the lecture hall, and every time had been met with this strange giddy feeling in his chest. though it was rare, he knew that feeling.

but the one he felt right now was so, so, different. when the door clicked shut behind you, it felt like a piece of him had up and left along with you. the very reason that he had accelerated things so far in your relationship was because of how right things felt with you. the slightest graze of your fingertips across his chest didn't light any fireworks in his mind, but it's like warmth perforated his skin and was injected straight into him from you.

truth be told, that feeling was the most addicting he had ever felt. and when he heard that air of finality right after the door shut behind you, it didn't take long for denji to realise just how cold everything felt without you.

but he still liked makima, right?

that giddy feeling in his chest he got from her was enough to fill the you-shaped hole, right?

you not talking to him wasn't what made his heart hurt, right?

he only realised just how wrong he had it when he talked to makima for the fourth time ever. she had turned in her seat, even smiling at him and asking for a pen, and all that came to mind was how much he missed your smile.

hell, he missed everything. the sound of your laugh, the smell of your hair. the way you fit against him and said his name. and that's when he realised this you-related feeling was.

longing.

there was a knock on your door. and another. you groaned, rolling over to check the time to see that it was three in the morning.

by the time you had cracked your door open you saw a flash of blond hair and a face all-too-familiar, you knew it was too late to slam your door shut. denji's face perked up, and you already knew that you were done for.

he lifted his hand, revealing a pretty albeit crumpled bouquet of flowers. you almost giggled to yourself, guessing that the mastermind of that romantic gesture was most likely denji's roommate aki. but it was appreciated, nonetheless.

"what do you want, denji?" you were painfully aware of just how much of a mess you looked right now- eyes still red around the rim from how many self-pitying tears you had shed over this entire situation.

denji's mouth and opened and closed, and you sighed against your barely open door which still had a chain on it.

"i'm not in the mood, denji."

"no, no, it's just that i wanted to say that i've finally figured out what we are." it appears tgat your friend finally found his voice. you looked him in the eye again, trying not to let the hope in your heart build itself too high. "we're way more than friends, y/n."

you felt any resistance crumble at those words, and the sheepish smile on your face grew.

"so, can i come in?" you smiled at denji, shutting your door to undo the latch before opening it again, wide enough to let him back in to your life. consider him a weakness of yours.

the first thing denji did when he crossed the threshold of your door was wrap his arms around you, dried tears and crumpled flowers and all, and bury his face in your hair. the only words he had to offer was a mumbled i miss you into your skin, and you felt your body melt against him like it had so many times before.

when you finally broke apart, you couldn't help but wonder.

"so, what are the flowers for denji?" the boy before you blushed, his eyes flitting off to the side. he raised a hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath to summon some courage.

"i was hoping... that i could take you out on a date. or be your boyfriend. something like that."

"what?" denji was still bright red, though his eyes were locked onto yours.

"you heard me." you smiled once again, taking a step forwards and effectively closing the distance between you two.

"i would love to."

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300iqprower · 2 years

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3, 12, 20

3. Favorite Childhood Game...Well, I don't really deal in favorites cause my mind is perpetually in flux, but if we're talking EARLY childhood I'll throw a dart and go with the two games I loved so much that many years later I went out of my way to track down new copies so I could play them again: WarioWorld and The Legend of Spyro: A New Beginning (both on GC). And I don't care what apparently every other person on the planet says, that second one was and having played it again recently STILL IS amazing.

12. Most bizarre game I've played...again, 2 picks, one if we're talking bizarre in a positive "unique" sense, one if we're talking in a negative "wtf is this crap" sense. The latter is White Knight Chronicles, a PS3 exclusive by Japan Studio (as per with Sony Exclusives) and Level 5 (yes, THAT Level 5, the Professor Layton people) that I found in a bargain bin for 5 dollars in 2020. Story and visual wise it is one of the most generic fantasy games I have EVER played, something I can comfortably say even though it's main selling point is what are essentially Gundam Personas. How did they mess that godly idea up you ask? It's actually really simple, and why I consider it so bizarre: Make the gameplay some unholy combination of Korean MMORPG and Final Fantasy 13. It boasts over 100 hours of stuff and I believe it, in that I believe there's about 5 times that amount of grinding and back and forth slow ass walking across big open areas that are blatantly reused MMO assets. The game launched with a heavy multiplayer element but it's still clearly a solo story driven game.

In short, it's the kind of game where I look at it and go "how in god's name did anyone think this was going to work?" because nothing about it makes sense on any level without the context of current trends to justify it (which is how FF13 happened as well but that had the excuse of being an oversaturated IP trying desperately to find a new hook) and yet they went into it with this big idea for it to be a massive franchise, partnering with Atlus to release soundtracks and audio tapes, wanting a manga, and releasing two different sequel. The term "Single Player MMO" gets wrongly thrown around a lot. Kingdoms of Amalur is a good example, calling that a single player MMO is basically like calling Skyrim one (another game it's wrongly compared to) or Darksiders 2 one. WKC, now THAT is a single player MMO, and it's as bizarre and miserably tedious an existence as it sounds.

As for the positive example, it's the fittingly titled The Infectious Madness of Dr. Dekker for which the premise alone will explain why I pick it: It's a murder mystery FMV Therapy-em-up set in the UK with you as the psychiatrist typing in questions (with responses based on autodetected keywords) to ask your incredibly varied patients about the things they were seeing the eponymous Doctor for. I won't say anything beyond the fact it has supernatural thriller elements, it's a Clue style mystery where each run has a randomly assigned culprit and multiple endings, and that as someone big on proper portrayal of mental illness I don't find any of it to be reductive let alone harmful. The acting strikes a balance of genuine and incredibly hammy in the best way, and between such acting and the supernatural elements it's made very clear that this isn't meant to be anything rooted in actual mental illness. Oh and you should absolutely play it, that too. It's only $9 on Steam which is borderline robbery. It's also on console, running $12 on PS4, XBOX, and Switch, although I can only vouch for performance on Steam and PS4.

20. Favorite Publisher/Developer...Well the only publisher I trust is a self-publisher, firstly, and secondly I've learned many a time the hard way corporations are not people and should never be treated as such let alone emotionally attached to in such a way. Although there's a 50/50 chance that question is actually meant to be taken as "what publisher has your favorite overall output". Thankfully either way the answer is Supergiant Games, who along with Thunder Lotus Games are basically the only two non-solo developers left who haven't stabbed my past love of them in the back or met a terrible Tencent/trend chasing fate (Fucking RIP Arkane and Platinum). I've been following both of them ever since their first titles, in fact I own 5 copies of Bastion (8 if we count those I've given away to my friends). Needless to say, seeing Hades and Spiritfarer reach the levels of acclaim they deserve has damn near brought tears to my face.

#video games #supergiant games #thunder lotus games #legend of spyro #the infectious madness of doctor dekker #never thought i'd get an ask #except in this case #askpost response

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megatownac · 5 years

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I still have no solid ideas for writing. But today I am going to walk more than 11 miles, probably, while I do sightseeing. That's on top of the walking to and from the station close to where I am staying, which will bring me to more than a half marathon.

I don't mind walking a lot. I have a steady pace that I think of as my "ground-eating walk." That's a Discworld reference, though so obscure it might as well be nothing. The Night Watchmen walk at a pace described in that way. The kind of walk that you can keep up all night long. Speed is not given. Mine is not fast or slow. Some people pass me. Many don't.

I heard back in college that there was a belief in Japan that walking brought wisdom. This is why, in the PS1 game Brave Fencer Musashi, you raise your wisdom stat by walking around. It certainly gives me too much time with my thoughts. I don't like that. So I am writing, I guess.

My goal was never to write about my trip, but I keep doing it regardless. I won't today. All I'm saying is that I am walking a lot. Probably a personal record, and I once walked all the way over a mountain because I misread a sign. To be fair, that was only a few miles, and there were stairs for a lot of it.

Have you guys been watching this year's Dororo? It's on Amazon Prime, but you can freely watch it on twist.moe if you'd prefer. And don't mind being a law breaker.

It's up to episode 23 now. Probably of 26. I've only seen up to 22, which ended with a cliffhanger so mind-blowingly insane that I almost lost it. I didn't lose it. I never do when it comes to TV shows.

It's a remake of a manga from the 1960's. There was a cartoon back then as well, plus a live action movie and even a PS2 game released in the States as "Blood Will Tell," because "Dororo" is a bad name. It's terrible.

Dororo is just some kid. Not the main character. Barely the main character's sidekick. Maybe ten or eleven years old, tops. That's true in all versions except the movie, where Dororo is played by a woman in probably her early twenties. It's weird.

The story is that Lord Daigo, on the night of his son's birth, makes a deal in the Hall of Hell with a group of demons that he will give them anything in exchange for the power to unite his land and end the wars. His wife then gives birth to a boy who is missing most of his body parts. Daigo takes this as a sign that the demons accepted his deal.

One might wonder why there is a Hall of Hell. That's actually the most believable part of the story to me. I've visited temples and balls dedicated to evil Tengu. The idea is that giving them respect will keep them happy enough that they won't fuck with people. So that's probably the idea of the Hall of Hell.

In most tellings, 48 demons each took one of the baby's body parts. An eye. A heart. That kind of thing. In this year's version, it's only 12, and they were trying to take all of him. Thing is, #12 failed. He was stopped by a statue of a goddess kept near the baby's mother.

Either way, mom is upset, but Daigo tells her that they can just make another baby. And they do! They dispose of the old one by putting him in a basket and sending him down the river, which is like the story of Ebisu, which is itself like the story of Moses. Like the others, the baby survives and is found by a doctor who is able to build him enough prosthetics to survive on his own. In most versions, those prosthetics were made with alchemy and included weapons. In the new one, they're just wood.

The baby is named Hyakkimaru, which basically means "hundred demon guy," and, once old enough, he packs his shit up and goes off to hunt the demons and reclaim his body.

Thing is, this is usually seen as unambiguously good. Demons are bad. Problem is that in the new one, those demons held up their end of the bargain and stabilized Daigo's land. Hyakki is fucking up his homeland by killing them. And he doesn't care. He is not a good guy. He's basically a force of nature at first, unable to speak or hear. It isn't until several demons in that he gets ears, and another demon to get his voice back. He's just a blind deaf dude stumbling around stabbing things with the swords he has instead of hands.

At one point, he meets back up with his adoptive dad, who asks him why he wants his body back so badly that he's willing to hurt so many people for it. He simply says "俺の物だ," or "they're my things." Nobody asked him if he wanted to sacrifice his arms and eyes to help the land. They just took from him, and he's angry about it. His is not a tale of salvation or redemption. It's purely revenge this time. He wants what is his. Nothing more. And I love it.

Episode 22 ends with him finding that someone, other humans, are using some of his body parts as replacements for the parts that Hyakkimaru himself cut off of them in an earlier battle. His reaction is what you'd expect. He flies into a complete rage, yelling "俺の物だ." "Those are my things." He can't see the world with his own eyes because someone else has his eyes. He can't feel the world with his own hands because someone else is using them. He's very upset about it. He's an angry, sixteen year old boy, and he's childish enough to not care who he hurts to get what he wants, even the people he's already hurt before. I love it. I can't get enough of it. But I will. It'll end. It has to. Everything does. In Japan, it's called the pathos of things, 物の哀れ. Cherry blossoms are beautiful because they last only a short time. That kind of thing.

No point. I just like the show and killed half an hour writing about it.

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