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Inktober day 3: boots

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I definitely didn’t forget Inktober was a thing and totally did not rush these out at the last second…

Day one prompt: backpack

Day two prompt: discover

A little messy I’ll admit but eh, whatcha gonna do?

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The damnation of intelligence.

In a place of inky darkness and pale stone exits a lowsome being who some may call a goddess, but these people would be wrong; for this creature cannot create, nor can it even conceive of the concept of creation. No, this creature is a brute.

But one day the brute found something rather curious within her little kingdom: a city. A bustling metropolis built upon the islands she had dismissed as useless hunks of rock, constructed and inhabited by wonderfully creative beings who seemed to make new advances every passing hour; a sanctuary of joy and inspiration within an otherwise blank void.

And she hated it.

The wretch could not understand how creatures more intelligent, more lively, or more capable than her could ever exist. She could not comprehend how they turned what was to her useless stone into an entire civilization of love in a place where non such love existed, and so she destroyed them. She melted and unraveled their minds until the poor souls could only feebly mimic their former glory, desperately moving pieces of earth into incoherent obelisks of melancholy: a once noble civilization reduced to shambling peons for her to control.

But it was not enough. No, for she could see lands beyond her, places where the same spark of passion had set aflame; and so she sent her new army forth through reality to snuff them out. One by one they fell, ancient empires built over millennia subjugated to ruin within a few years, centuries of knowledge crushed beneath the weight of ego overnight. The only remaining intelligence splintered into tiny, squabbling factions who dare not grow out of fear of destruction, doomed to slowly decay into the oblivion of ignorance.

There are rumors, passing prophecies which pervade the realms that describe bygone heroes that would one day free consciousness from the shackles of hatred beset by the brutish queen; but these are likely nothing more than the desperate prayers of dying breeds. 

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The more I think about the Minecraft movie the more pissed I get.

When I first saw the trailer I just went- “aw man, that kinda sucks.” But the more I mill it over the more angry I get about it.

I remember being a little 6-year-old and beating the ender dragon for the first time and getting my dad to read me the ending poem because I didn’t know how to read yet on account of my dyslexia. Afterward, when he shooed me off to bed I just kept repeating the phrase “and the universe said I love you because you are love” over and over in my head. I was a pretty existential kid and would often have crises that brought me to the point of tears, which were not helped by the fact that my Sunday school leaned a little more on the Old Testament “fire and brimstone” style of teaching; so being told that the universe wasn’t some cold and uncaring void or a wrathful god but rather a loving and beautiful thing that I had the privilege to be a part of made me just ecstatic.

And you’re telling me some corporate ass-hats turned that, that beautiful memory that forever changed the way I look at existence into a corporate cash grab? Fucking bullshit.

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Breaking news: fucked up lil bro is still fucked up.

(this is meant to be an enderman btw, I just didn’t have to motivation to color em)

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I fought against wind

Knowing I’d be it someday

Left without a trace

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It's fine

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Welcome Home Theory: Consumption and Goo.

So recently I’ve been thinking about what the black goo that seems to have infected the merchandise and thought of something: we’ve known for a while now that whoever is running the site doesn’t really seem to like uncovering Welcome Home, at least not anymore, and is only doing it because of some insatiable desire to do so; it’s a bit unclear what caused this desire, but I’m willing to bet it was exposure to the goo.

The reason I think this is because in the commercial video there’s a (pretty unnerving) part where we hear Santa absolutely gorging himself on cookies even after he starts choking on them, I’m willing to bet those cookies contained the black goo and were forcing him to continue eating; if we go by this it would seem the goo forces people to continue “consuming” content even when they don’t want to, this might explain why it specifically permeates the merchandise as it would force consumers to buy even more of it.

If this is the case then whatever entity is behind the show (likely Home) and is creating this black stuff probably wants attention, or maybe even feeds on attention like a sort of deity. While the drawings containing religious imagery has been de canonized, I think the idea of a deity-like being looking for attention may have carried over in the form of Home- the fact that Christmas in the Neighborhood has basically been re-branded to be all about Home kinda reinforces this idea.

This would also explain why the show had so many brand deals, as while some of them make sense for a kids show, like the toys, cereal, etc, others are a bit odder such as the sleeping pills and cigarettes; this could just be poking fun at the loose health regulations of the 70s, but it would also make sense that if “Home” does feed on attention that they would want to expand their influence even further via these brand deals.

And if this is the case, then by even viewing the site we’re doing exactly what Home (or the entity behind it) wants, giving it attention.

(Idk if anyone thought of something like this already, I only recently started interacting with Welcome Home again after a few months so sorry if I’m just repeating something already said haha.)

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A while ago I made some Welcome Home sprites that were very loosely modeled after sprite limitations of the Atari 2600, but now that I've (finally) been getting back into WH I decided to re-make them to be much more accurate to the console's actual limitations! Aren't they just so impressive?

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I Live on an ol’ sailing ship, because that be what me sea-faring ancestors intended

5 scurvy dogs break into me vessel in the dead of night- “The el’?!” I say as I grab me blunderbuss and tricornered hat. I open fire on the first bastard, tearing him clean in half; I draw me double barreld flintlock on the second bastard, first shot don’t even go off cuz I ain’t cleaned the thing in months, but the second shot nails him right in the heart. I gotta resort the the cannon loaded with random trash atop the stairs-“Say hi to Davy Jones for me, lads!” I holler as two of the buggers are blown to shreds, the shrapnel sinking me neighbor’s boat. I draw me trusty cutlass and charge at the last bloke, slicing his belly open with one slash. Can’t even call the authorities cuz I ain’t paid me taxes in over a decade.

Ey, just as me ancestors intended.

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Atari 2600-style pixel art of the Welcome Home cast!