Even before she earned her PhD, Pamela Isley was a passionate climate activist. Her mentor Dr. Woodrue, however, would convince her to use her unparalleled genius for botany to aid his group of eco-terrorists. She developed composts and engineered weeds to encourage wild plant growth and inhibit land development, and extracted her plants’ toxins to make smoke bombs and knock-out gas.
As Pamela was pulled deeper and deeper into a life of eco-terrorism, she was exposed to more and more of her own unstable toxins. Somehow, however, her body eventually reached an equilibrium, accepting the plant matter as part of her system, but leaving her physically sickly and mentally unstable. Her actions became ever more radical. Land-reclaiming weeds led to building-swallowing vines, knock-out gas to hallucinogens and nerve poison. And the more dangerous the chemicals, the more she was affected in a vicious cycle. When she started murdering Ace Chemical employees en masse, her team knew it was time to cut and run. But she had long since stopped caring about them. The last they heard of their mad cohort she was babbling about “the green” calling out to her...
Today, Poison Ivy continues to develop all sorts of dangerous new plants to further her goals and dispose of her enemies. But her mutated physiology makes her far from harmless herself. She is immune to all kinds of poison and numb to all pain, her own bodily fluids have become toxic to normal humans, and her mutated pheromones make her highly persuasive to all but the strongest of wills. What will her powers blossom into as she continues her experiments? Only time will tell…
14 notes
·
View notes
📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 8: LARS Rap 2📢
After the concert. Milla and Sasha decided to get something to eat. They got their burgers. And decided to have a chat about the concert they just hijacked.
“Camilla?” Sasha asked.
“Yeah? Is everything alright?” She asked.
“I was wondering… are we taking this Revolution too far?” Sasha asked.
“I… I don’t know.” Milla responded. “But we had to do what was right, we had to take down the NSR artists. And there are still more to go.” Milla replied.
“I know, I’ve been thinking about what we did to Lili.” Sasha responded. “We broke an instrument. We broke what made her popular. Don’t you think that it’s incredibly wrong of us to do this?” Sasha explained.
“That might be. But what we’re doing is right. We want to bring back rock. And that’s that.” Milla explained. Sasha couldn’t help just rub his temple, then he heard a noise. A noise that was very familiar, a noise that made him very angry.
“Oh hell no.” Sasha spoke. He then immediately left, with Milla following behind him.
~
They arrived at the alley way and saw LARS. Sasha was incredibly annoyed to see his father.
“Ah, Sasha! Wo bist du gewesen? Gerade auf der Toilette geweint? Wie das letzte Mal, als ich versehentlich eine abgelaufene Zutat verwendet habe? Du weißt, dass ich es manchmal vergesse, richtig?” LARS asked.
“Dad, look, we must stop this.” Sasha replied. “There are bigger things we need to deal with here.” He explained.
“Like what? Versuchst du, ein anderes Mädchen zu fischen?” LARS asked. “Sind Hollis und Milla nicht genug? Sascha, so frech.” Lars asked again.
“UGH! Das ist es! I’m here trying to be civil about this and you. Your mouth keeps spewing all of kinds of garbage!” Sasha yelled.
“Sasha, calm down.” Milla replied to Sasha.
“No, Milla! This guy needs to know that it’s not my fault he became a deadbeat!” Sasha snapped back.
“Autsch, das tat ziemlich weh. Warum nimmst du nicht diese Wut und stellst dich mir in… einem Rap-Battle!” LARS explained.
“Stop it! You’re not gonna pull that stunt on me again—”
“I’ll go first!” LARS interrupted.
“God fucking dammit!” Sasha cussed, the rap battle was on.
~
LARS:
Even when you messed me up in life
It never killed me, it gave me strife
I stood strong and grew larger
My vocabulary, it was extraordinary
My roots were sewn deep from the underground
I was centered on ground zero
No cash, no money all around me
Though it ruled the world all around me
I grew big, I grew strong, my rap game was so on
From the seed, grew an empire, my words spit fire
Through the city, I made sure everyone knew who LARS was
Aha aha!
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
Sasha:
Hey Lars, my father, I meant no disorder
We got bigger issues to deal
Than past life ordeals
NSR the evil empire
We gotta bring them down
Kill ‘em with fire
Seal them with music
Put our differences aside
And bring our powers together
For a ride
For a ride
For a ride
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
LARS:
Easy for you to say Sasha
You make me want to look aha
Forget all our past
But it has not passed / yet
In college, you wanted to be president
Rule all the residents
But your heart was never noble
You just did it to get back at me
It stemmed from your jealousy
Your never ending rivalry
Well, Imma bring my cavalry
My rhymes loaded with poetry
My words laced with symmetry
My rhythms pure artistry
What you got besides
Oh yeah, nothingry aha!
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
Sasha:
Ah Dad you only know anger and violence
Remember when those NSR fans burned down your car
You dissed them and hissed them
Till they missed their own sanity
And acted out with profanity
To light up your car
And see it burn
And see it burn
Coz you lit their desire
Of hate towards yourself
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
LARS:
My rivalry with NSR was the tipping point
I left Vinyl City, no one had to force me
I gave Ford the Horn of Mending
For if he ever wanted to reconcile
He could blow the horn
And I would accept his apology
No worries, no problem, and that ain’t an analogy
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
Sasha:
Your solution to everything is just run run run
You ran away from NSR
You ran away from Vinyl City
You ran away from home
You ran away from me
When I was more popular than you
You couldn’t stand it through and through
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
Lars:
Hey Sasha stop blaming me all the time
If you weren’t so jealous
We wouldn’t be so messed up
It’s your fault our relationship was ruined
SASHA’S Fault
Take responsibility for your irresponsibility
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
Sasha:
I tried my best to keep in touch with you
But you never replied, radio silence zero decibels
So when you say it’s my fault
The heck I am pissed for your blame
I ain’t taking the blame for your own thing
In fact forget this, forget you
You’re no father of mine
I disown you, we ain’t related
You’re no father
You’re no father
You ain’t no father of mine!
Crowd:
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
L-A-R-S
He is the best
~
After the rap battle, LARS was shaking. Shaking by what Sasha, his own son had said.
“Sasha. I’m no father huh?” LARS chuckled. “Yeah weißt du… ich geh einfach zurück… zu mir nach Hause.” he said. “LARS out!” he cried.
“Good! You better leave!” Sasha responded. This caused Milla to look very worried.
“Sasha…” Milla responded.
“What?” Sasha asked.
“You’re no father? How can you say something like that?” Milla asked.
“I tried to be nice Milla. I’ve looked up to him all mu life and for no reason he reats me like garbage! Who do you think has been trying to reach out to him all year. ALL YEAR LONG! And now he just pops up from GOD KNOWS WHERE. And he still has the gall to say that all his is my fault?! ARGH!” Sasha explained.
“Well… he does. And if you keep this up. It will be your fault Sasha.” Milla scolded. “Now we need to go. Let’s talk to Gristol on who’ll we meet next.” She explained.
“About time.” Sasha responded as he left. Milla looked behind him and saw the tracks left by his father. And saw where LARS was. In his trailer, softly sobbing in it.
“Milla? Are we going?” Sasha called to her.
“Coming!” Milla responded as she left, if there was another rap battle between the two. She’d better get involved.
3 notes
·
View notes
changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
24K notes
·
View notes