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What would actually be presented in the prequel if I did anything.
This is the final part of the âhistoryâ portion of this project I undertook all that itme ago. Linkâs here.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WvC6HVQKZm-HrNHMRNcGpmeNQ1aez6jMzpqeQ-6nztM/edit?usp=sharing
Itâs basically about each of the wizards and how they came to be, how they met each other, how their future began, and a skim over the human-monster war and how that event started. It also goes over a revamp of the Black Beast Origins video.
Next Iâll display my rework of the actual season 2 itself.
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Glitchtale History that doesnât have to be called a lie 99% of the time.
Once again Iâll post the links to the Google Docs I used to make this from over a year ago.
Part 1 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xJXsmBeWIiCzSQdW---3BUoVS4SsH8xgTL6p8GnfxmM/edit?usp=sharing
Part 2 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HG6F7D8114wtYqqtSu6MVPvE2dE4t93yRXkFVzW1DQ4/edit?usp=sharing
The TL:DR of part 1 is a gist of how each nation came to be, and how things in the world basically shaped together. Humans started with a single kingdom, then branched out and one colonist group became its own nation. Then contact was made with monsters during exploration, and another human settlement was discovered.
Part 2 is about a war that broke out between two of the human nations which basically became a world-war-esque conflict with most nations joining in. THe result was the birth of two more nations one of which created the red district where mount Ebott is located. It also includes some other stuff at the very end.
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Glitchtale magic, but not broken.
So, this is a TL:DR of a doc I made over a year ago and never actually did anything with, because I stopped caring. If anybody is curious, here you go.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/15JCeJ2_A1RkKG8WeboZooXl_3xrzPT1DiAZbZvhMu5w/edit?usp=sharing
The TL:DR is that there arenât â7 traitsâ and all colors conceivable can be had. The seven are more of just âpointsâ like of a star or a triangle or any shape for that matter. The Saturation is dependent on how close/faithful they are to one trait or another. The shade of the trait is based on how peacefully or violently they carry out their trait. Thus there is no âinversionâ thereâs just many people who are violent and people that arenât. In the case of a violent person, a darker color means a greater lack of that color and a larger insistance/adherence to general violence. Black is the peak/llowest point of a person and represents a violent and destructive âmonsterâ. White is something akin to a savior or a messiah. This is for humans, not monsters. colors donât really matter for monsters. I also changed the names of a few. They changed as follows.
Kindness/Generosity (Green) is defense and healing (self)Control/Domination (Blue) is gravity manipulation of other objects or oneself. Desire/Compassion (Yellow) is ranged attacks, and can pass the userâs judgement upon others. Patience/Perseverance (Cyan) is string/thread control, and limited time-manipulation such as self-acceleration or deccelerarton Loyalty/Honor (Violet) is supportive magic and takes the form of what is most useful at the moment. Bravery/Courage (Orange) can be charged to explode if the user chooses. It also enhances someoneâs physical abilities like stamina and endurance. Determination (red) is something like the specialist branch of Nen. Has some basic universal abilities and some unique to the individual.Â
None combine to become determination. If someone has a perfect balance of them all.Â
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Something Unearthed
so I found this thing that I wrote several years ago, roughly some time before Game Over part 2 was in production. Itâs amazing how things sorta work out.
No less than an instant ago, all she could see was a bright light. It burned like no fire could dream of, the pain was unearthly in magnitude. It lasted no longer than a moment, fortunately.
The girl, dressed in a pink and magenta sweater and a long pink dress, looked all around her. There was nothing but white, an empty space in which not ground nor sky seemed to exist. She clenched her hand, and her arm distorted. Her own skin changed color from pale to a deep pink, before changing further into a blade. She wound her arm back, as if ready to strike anything that appeared.
"Sister." The girl heard a faint voice from a distance. It was vaguely familiar, yet inexplicably painful. Her eyes shot wide open, and she turned around with a swing of her arm. She caught nothing with the blade, but with her eyes.
Ahead of her, a castle. A wide-spanning kingdom that seemed to stretch to no end. A warm wind blew past her, brushing against her midlength hair and artificial face. It was a place long forgotten to time, but not to her. Over a milennia ago, she even had a name for it.
Home
The white world that surrounded her was further intruded by the sounds of laughter and cheers. They came from the stone and wooden buildings ahead of her.
She could not explain it, she could not understand, but there was a welling within her. She shouldn't have been capable of emotions, she cast aside her humanity, her freedom and will, long long ago. Not when she became the demon she was now, but after the lives she had taken. The kingdom was home, but it stopped being so after the loss of her family. Her family, a strong=willed brother and a darling little sister.
The sword returned to its original shape and color of a hand. Her chest ached, enough that she gripped her own shirt tightly. Her family, though small, was something she remembered cherishing. The pain that she felt was guilt, for she was the one who destroyed it all. Her home fell because of her, and so did her beloved ones. It was just, she only acted with the interest of the people in mind. She only followed the orders of the late king.
"w...why..." She muttered uncontrollably.
"sister" She heard again, yet it was from a different person. This voice was softer, lighter, but just as familiar. She turned around slowly, almost forcibly. She forced her body, or at least her head, to rotate and investigate.
There was something... no... someone behind her. There were multiple people behind her. As her eyes fixated on the gathering across from her home, the little composure that remained instantly shattered. Water, a liquid long expelled from her body, seemed to emerge from her eyes.
Seven in total, seven people stood ahead of her. Yellow, the color of Justice; Green, the color of Kindness; Purple, the color of Perserverence; Blue, the color of Integrity; Cyan, the color of Patience; and Red, the color of Determination. The seventh? a little girl that looked just like her nut with different colors. She wore the same long and torn dress, a light green variation. Her hair, instead of brown and pink, was a dull blue. Her eyes, uncovered by her hair, were like emeralds.
They all stared at her, the boy of red and the little girl more so than the others. She was speechless, her mouth hanging slightly open. Her heart, her soul, her existence ached with something painless, but also painful.
She felt her legs move, walking towards them involuntarily. She wanted to run away, but she continued to approach.
She stood no more than 30 centimeters from the boy in red and the little girl. Their appearances allowed the woman in pink to attach their rightful names.
"Copper... Amber..." She whispered, the drops of water turning to streams. She could say no more, lest she crumble into nothingness. Her vision blurred thanks to the water, but she felt something press against her. a pair of slim arms wrapped around her waist, the arms of that little girl Amber.
She brushed the tears away, before flinching at the sight of her hand. It regained its color, no longer pale as a corpse. A lock of bright orange hair fell into her peripheral view, her original hair. She looked down at Amber, who was crying as she embraced her.
"I-I missed you... so much..." Amber sobbed, squeezing with all of her little might.
The sister wanted to speak, but had not the words. She looked towards Copper for a reason she knew not. As if she was asking for something, something she didn't know how to say.
He looked away from her momentarily, before sighing harshly. "Welcome back." He said, trying to give his best smile. Without another word or second to pass, he lurched forward with his arms open.
The pain in her chest faded little by little, replacing itself with something warm and comforting.
"s-sorry..." she murmured. It was not to Copper or Amber, but to all of them. All seven that were present, she apologized. "I'm so sorry." Her legs shook with fear and anger, anger for herself. She had destroyed it all, home and family, the thing she tried to protect.
"I... should maybe have been more clear." The man in yellow said, glancing away from the scene in front of him. However, the girl in green quickly pulled his eyes back to the matter at hand.
"I can't say I forgive you." Copper said to his broken sister. "But, maybe I'll figure out how in the future. We'll all figure it out together. But, right now, you should rest, sis."
"oh, okay." The woman said. She raised her arms from her sides, moving them around her sister and her brother in a tight embrace.
Oh how she missed that warmth.
"thank you."
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@camilaart how do I pay you to explain to me the connections the magic from UT to GT.
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RWBY Vol 8 Ep2
I thought it was weird that Ruby was telling Penny that Ironwood was lying, and people wouldnât die while she stayed with them. Despite in ep1, Ruby was talking about how they needed to prioritize spreading the message over saving mantle.
Oscar getting kidnapped by a talking, shapeshifting, intelligent Grimm was a really weird moment and I hope it gets some amount of clarity to its origin.
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Under the mask
This guy probably is Miasma.
1. Heâs old. Heâs the parent of a grown woman, whoâs coworker was a child when Miasma was active. Timeline matches up more or less. 2. Heâs considered an extremely kind and friendly person, and someone would have to have a lot of magic to create a village-sized dome that kills everything in it. Not to mention, something like that would surely get the attention of the authorities, and that would in turn lead to some inevitable direct confrontation. 3. nobody would suspect a king of the kingdom of kindness to be a mass genocide-ist. itâs the perfect cover.
As for how kindness and protection and healing translate to a gas chamber... idk.
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The Kody Short
The biggest question I have is: whyâs a not-animatic called an animatic? People might think thatâs a complaint, itâs not.
The second biggest question is why did Stelle attempt to kill some ruling monarch. Because assuming that the relationship between her and Kody meant anything at all to the latter, he surely must be also wondering that same question of why. If he heard that one of Stelleâs coworkers had a hand in it, and we know that he ends up working with that same coworker, then Iâm expecting (hopeful) that there will be some scene where Kody asks Roy about if he knows why Stelle did what she did. That, or he asks the king himself what he did that may have caused Stelle to try to kill him.
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Salemâs new outfit
Uhhhh, right. well,
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Who did it better and why is it sakura? kek
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RWBY Vol 8 Ep1
Highlights: Neoâs reactions to Cinderâs bullshit.
Ruby: We canât be divided and we canât be focused on saving mantle. Salem wants the entire world to crumble and we have to think about that. Also Ruby: Ironwood weâre not helping you protect the whole of humanity until you save mantle
Ironwood: shoots somebody probably to relieve stress.
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Anyone else?
Does anyone else see the irony in a group of people who exist to oppose an oppressive hierarchy, and presumably also believe that their oppression is wrong and unfounded, use members who would be at the top of that oppressive hierarchy and also consider them the top of their own miniature hierarchy?
In simpler terms, the people who are opposed to an oppressive government, just vindicated the governmentâs oppression by deciding that certain members are superior to others. That is some top tier irony.
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Criticism should be honest
I think that itâs become too ingrained in society, which probably started at some point in grade school, that criticism should be gatekept and only criticism that is considered positive or kind should be accepted. I think this displays some counterproductive thinking.
Most certainly not everyone in life will tell you things you want to hear, or tell you things with the tone you want to hear. It will come at you in all kinds of forms, complimentary, neutral, aggressive, insulting, etc. etc. If you only accept criticism from the people who like or compliment your work, I donât think youâll make many valuable improvements. I know from experience, and Iâm sure itâs common knowledge to everyone, that itâs not fun to see someone breaking down what you make in a negative way or with a negative tone. But the tone should hardly matter as much as the content of the criticism itself.
Criticism shouldnât be accepted because itâs kind, or rejected because its not nice enough, or otherwise disregarded, but because itâs honest. Because when it is honest and direct, itâs the criticâs genuine feelings and feedback, and you can see exactly what they thought and (in the best case scenario) more importantly why they said it. Because even if their criticism is unfounded or wrong, they had a rationale that you may be able to understand and sympathize where it came from.
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Umm.
@camilaartâ Are you at liberty to give any hints about such âpatternsâ? Also if magic works one way in the past then, assuming there wasnât some radical change happened to magic itself, shouldnât magic be the same throughout the passage of time?
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There should be a group of people who go around from village to village helping people unlock their traits... idk, weâll call them like, the âTrait Mark Crusadersâ
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