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ozmosis1337 · 10 months
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ghostpunkrock · 1 month
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when you ask him directly he says no but later he'll tell you one anyway.... real fucked up
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wowitsverycool · 1 year
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VOLITION — An RPG, huh? That phrase feels familiar, somehow.
INTERFACING [Medium: Success] — Not just the phrase. These mechanics, the feel of arrow keys under your hands.. You’ve done this before. Not this exact game, but similar.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] — The game you are looking for is OFF, an RPG made in ‘08 by one Mortis Ghost about something called The Batter, an entity sent to purify the world he resides in.
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] — That sounds just like you.
COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] — Yes, but despite the respect you hold for this noble mission, you never quite finished the game. You got stuck on one of the last bosses: The Queen.
INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] — You just could not do it. Looking at her made you sick.
PAIN THRESHOLD [Medium: Success] — So you don’t know the ending. This has apparently been subconsciously eating away at you for a while.
LOGIC [Easy: Failure] — ..Maybe the lieutenant knows something? You should ask him. Ask him if he has ever beaten OFF before. It’s the only way to calm your lore-driven heart!
YOU — “Kim, can I ask you something?”
KIM KITSURAGI — “What’s the question? I hope it’s related to the investigation.”
RHETORIC [Challenging: Success] — Watch out! You say “beat off” here to mean completing a playthrough of OFF, the RPG video game by Mortis Ghost. However, the phrase “beat off” is also euphemism for masturbation! Without context, it would appear you were talking about masturbating!
YOU — Whoa… I’d better be more careful!
RHETORIC — Yeah, you’d better. Now say ��never mind” and never ask him anything like that. Ever.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] — Ever? What a party pooper. It’s cool, man. You’re cool. Kim’s cool. It’s important to get to know your partner.
YOU — “Actually, never mind.”(Don’t ask him)
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] — Out of the corner of your eye, you see a gigantic centipede on the ceiling.
YOU — Turn to look at it.
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) — It fades away.
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isawken · 5 months
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i was looking for a gif while listening to some music and as i came upon one of my treasured Dancing Dubois gifs harry decided to just eat like no one’s ever eaten before
the fucking epitome of go white boy go
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cohlumbo · 1 month
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the body as search, the body as mask
true detective (2014) / ocean vuong / disco elysium / mary oliver / robert w. chambers / theodore roethke / gustave dore, killing trees: dante's divine comedy / true detective s1, unreleased script / the face of another (1996) / rainer maria rilke / filmreveries via tumblr / eyes without a face (1960) / emily dickinson
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pngheavy · 2 years
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jajatoc · 10 months
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Mesque's fleet of world enders, black like a pot, appears on the horizon of Revachol. In the fashion capital. They're [...] asking, what' that ominous chimney smoke over the ocean, like storm clouds?
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In the leather-seat-scented rustle of the radio, they talk about an atomic weapon that was dropped on Revachol three hours ago. The female announcers voice is calm and beautiful.
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Hi I just finished Sacred and Terrible Air and it did irreparable damage to my brain + In '72, year of the nuking of Revachol (if i remember correctly), Kim would have been 64, Harry 65 and I will never recover from this knowledge
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higgsbison · 1 year
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Discworld Elysium PART 6
p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 MASTER POST
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bowyooo · 7 months
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got a huge crush on Jeanine Vicquemare from @spilledkaleidoscope (please go check the arts if you didn’t yet they are incredible), so i decided to go sketch something with her
may i present to you
Jean trying to be at peace and kill the part that cringes, while being moisturised
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dad-dumpster · 13 days
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theyr in the middle of an interrogation rn
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rapidlydecayingcorpse · 2 months
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the kim brainrot is genuinely insane tell me why they made this guy the coolest fucking person on earth as well as a huge loser and how did it work so well
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even-disco-baby · 2 years
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CINDY THE SKULL — “Evening, officers. It’s a bit late to be skulking about, don’t you think?” Though she’s lounging around the coal room door as languidly as ever, her pale eyes ringed with coal dust seem to bore a hole in your skull.
YOU — “I’m looking for a place to sleep.”
CINDY THE SKULL — She lifts an eyebrow at you and Kim. “Did the cafeteria man finally decide he wasn’t interested in keeping a pigsty?”
YOU — “No, Kim is still staying there. I just can’t pay my bill.”
KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant clears his throat slightly. “Let’s not give people the impression that officers of the RCM make a habit of dodging their tabs, detective.”
CINDY THE SKULL — She glances at Kim, lips pursing just slightly.
EMPATHY — His little comment irritated her. Curious.
CINDY THE SKULL — “Tough luck, officer.” She shrugs, the faux fur collar of her coat brushing her cheeks. “There’s a perfectly good garbage bin in the courtyard. It’s got a lovely view. Real prime real estate.”
YOU — “I know. Garte said I could sleep there, but I’d rather find somewhere else.”
CINDY THE SKULL — She blinks her coal-smeared eyes at you. Then, she turns to the lieutenant. “Is he joking?”
KIM KITSURAGI — “No,” he says drily. “He is not. If you know of any… more *comfortable* places to sleep, we would be much obliged.”
CINDY THE SKULL — She stares openly at the two of you, as if in disbelief.
COMPOSURE — The absurdity of your plight has nearly broken right through her veneer of youthful detachment.
CINDY THE SKULL — “Maybe I’m the one who should be a detective. I can solve your little case for you right now.” She points to the lieutenant. “Your room.”
KIM KITSURAGI — His face is solid stone. “No.”
ESPIRIT DE CORPS — There are so many reasons why he does *not* want to do that. He has neither the time nor any desire to share them with Cindy. Or with you, for that matter.
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CINDY THE SKULL — She whistles softly. “Damn. Must be true what they say about pigs and cannibalism.”
KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant does not rise to her bait.
EMPATHY — But there is something playing at the downturned corners of his mouth and the furrow of his brow. Something like guilt.
YOU — “What about the coal room, Cindy?”
CINDY THE SKULL — She outright laughs at you. “Fuck no! You want in my room, get a warrant, piggo!”
LOGIC — While drug possession is not a crime in Revachol, it doesn’t stop most cops from confiscating substances from vulnerable civilians for their own personal use. Including yourself, most likely.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, good idea! Cindy’s an artsy type, she’s probably got all kinds of shit to get her creative juices flowing.
PAIN THRESHOLD — And to get her through the cold and the hunger and the cruelty.
VOLITION — No. Don’t make things any worse than they already are.
YOU — “But then… where do I go?”
CINDY THE SKULL — She shrugs again. “It’s not my problem, is it? Ask your partner, here. Or maybe you should take a hint and go back home to the farm.”
YOU — “I don’t know if I have a home… I think I lost it.”
KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant’s frown deepens. He stares down at his boots rather than meet your or Cindy’s eye.
CINDY THE SKULL — A long, almost uncomfortable silence. Her eyes are hardening as they take you in— you and your bloodshot eyes, your slightly labored breathing, your clothes that are certainly too thin to keep you warm tonight.
EMPATHY — She feels sorry for you, and she resents herself for it.
CINDY THE SKULL — She lets out a long sigh, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “All right, piggy. Just quit looking at me all pitiful… You saw the foreclosed apartment in the hall, right? If you wait for the cleaning lady to go to sleep, and you don’t stay long, it’s not a bad place. Better than the trash, anyway.”
REACTION SPEED — She seems to regret it as soon as the words leave her mouth. She’s not thrilled at the idea of trusting your honor not to rat out or even arrest your fellow squatters. But it’s too late now.
SUGGESTION — Wait. Is it really that simple? What if she expects something in return for the information? Or she could be setting a trap for you!
YOU — “Hang on. What’s the catch?”
CINDY THE SKULL — A wry smile breaks out across her face. It almost looks pained. “No catch, officer. I’m no snitch. Nor a pig.”
RHETORIC — You’ve insulted her more deeply than she cares to let on. She helped you because she knows your struggles intimately. Struggles that have claimed the lives of people she cared about. But now you’ve reminded her of the difference between you: she calls you pig because you sold your humanity for the power to strip others of their own.
EMPATHY — She’s sad. She was born sad and she will die sad. You are the one making her sad.
YOU — “Hey, Cindy?”
CINDY THE SKULL — “What?”
“I’m sorry. Thank you for helping me.”
“You shouldn’t judge me. We’re the same. We do what it takes to survive. You have the Skulls, I have the RCM.”
“Can’t we just get along?”
“I’ll pay you back somehow. I’ll make things right.”
“I don’t want to be this kind of animal anymore.”
KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant looks up at you, startled. Concerned, even. He almost looks as though he wants to say something, but nothing comes to him. He just stares at you, at a loss.
CINDY THE SKULL — She levels you with a steady gaze. Even without the coal dust, her eyes would look sunken into her wan face. If it weren’t for the roundness still clinging to her cheeks, she would have lost nearly all trace of her youth by now.
“I don’t think you even understand what kind of animal you are,” she says coolly.
ENCYCLOPEDIA — Homo sapien.
CONCEPTUALIZATION — A tiny, violent ape.
AUTHORITY — Predator.
HALF LIGHT — Prey.
VOLITION — You’re a human, Harry. Nothing more or less.
INLAND EMPIRE — The saddest and cruelest animal of them all.
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yarrowdraws · 9 months
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I held Graad gently, like an architect holds districts of panel-houses…” Rows of grey boxes crackle in Ignus’s chest, like a window into history. “Like matchboxes in the palm of your hand." - Robert Kurvitz: Sacred and Terrible Air, Group Ibex translation
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dotssu3 · 11 months
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disco dancer
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kaijukebox · 10 months
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Sharp and sharper
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No reference today (obvious 😵‍💫)
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convoloutedinjoke · 1 year
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thinking about Jean having clinical depression and jean being a speed addict and jean being weirdly ripped and jean being openly disgusted with Harry's decline into uselessness and making silly little connections in my mind
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