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[tdoth]

TITANOMACHY: Dreams of the Hue | Omens 05 & 06

Art credit to the incredible Jonatan Anjos

Aqua/Marine | background: SALT OF THE EARTH | hustle: TRAUMA TEAMSTER | specialty: CYBOTEUR (L)

RUFUS | background: POSTHUMAN (MARIPOSA) | hustle: HAULER | specialty: CHARIOTEER (R)

Vroom-vroom, Omens, this world won't fell itself.

High-octane action is a centerpiece of TDoth, you are highly empowered individuals setting out to fundamentally change the world - we assume you have the proficiencies to do as such.

Omens move fast, and the Charioteer is the queen of keeping that speed assured. Rufus here has taken control of a truck from the hood using her BlackThumbs augs, plasma leashes giving her control of any vehicle she can get within a whip's length from. As well, her Chuggaway Mag-Boots keep her solidly (and stylishly) affixed to any metal surface.

Behind her, her Friend-in-the-Chair Aqua/Marine furiously types away on her Hardened Cyberdeck, assuring Aqua's safety on the highways they're precariously traveling.

These two are our first glimpses of Omens engaged in a Strike, the core structure of TDoth. Similar to Cyberpunk's Runs, Blades in the Dark's Heists and Wildsea's Voyages, Strikes are distinct missions with an end-goal of weakening a Titan's power one way or another. Many are high-energy, combat filled take-downs, and some are subtle social soirees simmering with explosive tension.

We got plenty more coming, including some devlogs from yours truly! I hope you can join us over on our playtest Discord, where we continuously refine and expand our playtest program to make this the best game it possibly can be.

As always, hope to see in there. We'd love to have you~

-Sillion

[popcultureoverdosed]

Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Perfection

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off went in a direction most people would've never expected. Instead of being a standard adaptation of the beloved comic, it instead deconstructs and remixes the source material into something amazing. I mean, the comic was already a good read, but the anime is undoubtedly Scott Pilgrim at its best.

As stated earlier, the anime isn't necessarily faithful to the source material. The first episode ends with Scott Pilgrim being killed by Matthew Pattel, causing the narrative to focus on Ramona in her quest to find out what really happened to Scott. This version of Ramona is way more engaging than the aloof jerk she was in the movie. She's forced to confront her past and the toxic influence she played in her previous relationship. It was honestly heartwarming to see Ramona reconcile with her exes instead of them being beaten by Scott. The audience gets to see Ramona grow from a Mysterious loner to a woman on the path to redemption.

The anime also does a good job of giving additional screen time to most of the characters, especially since all of the exes are alive in this version. We get a better look at their daily lives and interactions with each other. By the end of the show it's pretty clear they all would've been good friends if they hadn't let their obsession with Ramona consume them in the first place. I also like how Young Neil gets better characterization here since was a mostly quiet background character in the original. He becomes a loveable idiot wannabe writer that I can't just get enough of. Roxie was the ex I felt most sympathetic for since from her perspective, Ramona was some straight girl who used her for a sexual experiment and discarded her once she was done. Her trauma is unfortunately an experience many gay people can relate to. My favorite character overall is probably Lucas Lee for constantly being himbo beefcake fanservice.

The true highlight is without a doubt the animation. Science Saru brought out their A-game and their passion for the show is evident in every frame. Bryan Lee O'Malley's simple art style translated perfectly to the colorful and fluid animation fest Saru provides. The comic’s already over-the-top energy gets taken to the next level with almost everyone having high-octane anime battles that need to be seen to be believed. The art style is also a perfect blend of anime and western aesthetics. This results in a show that looks starkly different from the standard Western or Japanese cartoon. Fans have been hungry for a Scott Pilgrim cartoon for well over a decade now and the wait was definitely worth it.

[maskedteaser]

Hello!! I hope you are having a nice day / night!! I saw that your request was open so I wanted to request an octane x Fem!reader HC — what if octane is dating someone who is the opposite of him, like, reserved and calm, nice and friendly, plus a support legend if you want to make her a legend! In open view they look weird together but in closed doors they match each other energies! Reader laughs loud at his jokes, does weird stunts with him and heals him when he gets hurt doing them. Etc etc

I hope it’s not too weird and take as long as you want!! Thank youuu

"take as long as you want" so i came and took longer than a month... I'm so sorry for that! But I hope you will enjoy that :) I changed the idea a bit...But I hope that's not a bad thing haha....... I will include few headcanons and a short fic :) Not proofread, sorry for any mistakes! warnings: slight mentions of drugs :)

OCTANE X FEM!READER , HEADCANONS + SHORT FIC :)

🛸 HEADCANON LIST:

1. Octane would always make sure that you feel happy. Always trying to think of the best ideas when he's around you. He might not care about safety tho! So make sure that before going out on a date with him you will check if it won't kill you.

Once he actually wanted to go and do DIY bungee jumping off of one of the high bridges and you stopped him last second before disaster. He was actually convinced that his hand-made harness was safe enough to hold his wholy body weight.

He also forgot about what would happen after you both jump...Because...Who would pull you up back on the bridge?

2. First person to know about his feelings towards you was suprisingly not Lifeline (he trusted her but he was 100% sure that she'd try to convince him that it was not a good idea to date you since he could ruin your life with his personality and addictions) so he told that to...Wattson. She was so happy to help him ask you out but it was a big disaster.

3. He barely sleeps but when he's cuddling with you - he always gets sleepy really fast! Give him two minutes of back rubs and he's sleeping like a baby. He also prefers to be a big spoon, he uses you like a big pillow he can hug and that makes him feel warm. [He detaches his legs when he's laying on a couch, but sometimes he forgets about it and sleeps with them on, which leads to a cold metal touching your legs in the middle of the nights]

4. He lives in social media so your relationship would be shown to all of his fans. He'd also make sure that everyone knows that you're taken. Octane might not get jealous easily but he's also not a cheater, he is loyal and he wants you to be loyal as well.

5. Octavio is the best at making surprises. He'd give you lots of gifts no matter if there would be a special occasion or not, he'd love to give you small things like sweet treats, bottles of your favorite drinks, but sometimes he'd just come to you and give you a really expensive figurine of your favorite characters and he'd be like "whoops! I might've spent some money on it...But at least youre happy, right, chica?".

HOLD ME TIGHT, PLEASE

Octavio was known for always being in a rush, running around, stimming, he couldn't sit in one place for long. You were unique, quiet, and you had all the earmarks of being the specific inverse of him. Your first meeting might not have been perfect, well, it was, in fact, a mess because Octane, for the first time in his life, was speechless. Couldn't keep his eyes off of you, not uttering a word, simply seeming to be a weirdo. Ajay had to physically move him away because he started to get overly energetic, playing with his fingers, not being sure what to do. He was just stunned, and you were too embarrassed to even think about it.

Time passed, and with that you and Octane grew closer and closer. When he discovered the fact that you enjoy the same games and activities as him - he almost proposed to you on the spot, but back then you weren't even together yet. The only thing you shared were slight, delicate touches, soft glances and quality time. Hours you spent in his room, having fun, feeling happier than ever. And he felt like for the first time in his whole life - someone understood him. Oh, how could he not love you?

So, with the help from Wattson he was finally able to confess. It was a mess, as I mentioned before, because nothing went as planned, but that only made his heart race faster, and we all know that he loved that. His cheeks were flushed, he was not sure what his body was doing, but when you walked out of your room, all pretty and in best clothes you could find, all the plans, all the things he wanted to say to you were gone. You took over his mind so easily, it was almost scary. If only you knew how much power you had… He'd do anything you asked him to, and more.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  Oh, muñeca, you look…incredible!⎯⎯⎯⎯  He whispered after a moment of silence. He grabbed your hand and pulled harshly, almost making you fall, but you managed to stay on your feet. You didn't know where he was heading, and if he had to be honest - he was also unsure of your destination. The only thing he knew was that Natalie had found this place, and it was supposed to be great. Well, everything was great when it was with you, at least that's what he thought.

Everything was beautiful. The streets he ran across, his laugh, the softness of his skin. Everything glowed on its own. And you smiled, surrounded by that beauty, even though you weren't surrounded by anything special. Everything was beautiful. Not that there was anyone to share it with except Octavio, anyone to tell. Just the beauty that was bright and worth remembering.

And Octavio couldn't wait, he was impatient, so to make sure you wouldn't run away from him, he hugged you tightly. He took off his mask when you didn't look, and then sighed when you wanted to ask what was going on. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ Shh, I just… I don't know how to tell you that, but… You make me the happiest man alive, and… I don't want to loose you if you don't feel the same. Can you please hold me tight so I can at least feel… Your warmth for the last time, if that is the last time we talk? ⎯⎯⎯⎯  That confession was rushed because Octane was not the one to wait and be elegant.

You didn't understand what he tried to say, you actually didn't understand anything because he was speaking so fast. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ So what you're trying to say is… ⎯⎯⎯⎯  you started, but got interrupted once again.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  Hold me. Please. ⎯⎯⎯⎯  he asked, his voice close to breaking. And so you did, your arms around him felt so right, like they belonged there, and the cheap perfume he decided to wear on this special occasion seemed just enough to make you feel safe and good.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  What I tried to say is that… I love you. I can't get enough of you, and I don't know if I can even live without you. I cannot make any promises to you as the world may as well end tomorrow, however, this love is my drug. If I could, I'd spend whole days with you by my side, you know? I hope I don't sound like too much of a psycho, ha? ⎯⎯⎯⎯  He giggled, not letting you go, waiting for a response, and trying to mentally prepare himself for rejection. You could feel that weird feeling in your stomach, and the heart that was bumping so fast that it was almost insane. Shallow breaths and sweat on your palms that you tried to ignore.

⎯⎯⎯⎯  Oh, shut up you stupid man and just kiss me… ⎯⎯⎯⎯  you replied, and then a moment of silence stepped in between you. Octane was ready for dismissal, yet nobody set him up for a cheerful closure, so he was simply remaining there like a robot whose program had quit working.

You looked up and met his eyes, which were shining, happily. And a kiss on the lips that he shared with you was the closest thing to heaven you ever experienced.

THE END. THANK YOU FOR READING :) SIGNED TEASER 🛸🛸🛸

LIKES, COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

[ronnansink-blog]

A Legendary Snapshot: The Electrifying Budo of Yoshimichi Sato Sensei

If you close your eyes and imagine the roar of the crowd, the echo of metal against wood, and the snap of a perfectly executed stance, you might find yourself in the midst of a classic Sports Illustrated spread from an era long gone. The 1970s were the pinnacle of high-octane sports culture, where athleticism met artistry in ways that still inspire fans decades later. Now, imagine this energy distilled into a single black-and-white photograph—a timeless frame capturing Yoshimichi Sato Sensei demonstrating the lethal grace of Budo. His Sai glints under the lights; his Bo cuts through the air with authoritative power. The hush of the onlookers betrays an unspoken reverence. Each movement is a testament to discipline, training, and an unbreakable spirit. Indeed, this remastered classical material of Yoshimichi Sato Sensei in black and white offers more than just a historic look back; it’s a living, breathing tribute to the enduring power of martial arts.

From the perspective of a martial arts aficionado, there’s nothing quite like witnessing a demonstration of vintage Budo in action. But even if you’re a casual observer, or a sports fan looking for that burst of adrenaline that only a Sports Illustrated–caliber event can deliver, the visual and emotional impact of Sato Sensei’s performance is undeniable. In this remastered footage, he moves with uncanny precision. The Sai—those short, pronged weapons—glint menacingly, capturing the aura of a different time and place. With every block, strike, and twist of the wrist, Sato Sensei seems to defy the limitations of the human body. There is poetry in the motion, a fluidity that belies the inherent danger of the weapons he wields. Then comes the Bo, that long staff that can reach out and dominate an encounter before an opponent even closes in. In Sato Sensei’s hands, it’s like a maestro’s baton: every shift in stance and angle orchestrates a new possibility for defense and offense.

We often talk about the 1970s with a sense of nostalgia. This decade saw the rise of new fitness movements and a renaissance of global sports. Martial arts exploded in popularity—films starring iconic figures like Bruce Lee swept across continents, capturing the hearts of mainstream audiences. But while Hollywood glamorized the spectacle, real practitioners like Yoshimichi Sato Sensei quietly labored in the dojo, honing their craft to a level that transcended cinematic flair. For the serious student of Budo, whether it’s Karate, Kobudo, or any number of related disciplines, the 1970s were a time when lineage, respect, and tradition were still front and center. There were fewer cameras, fewer editing tricks, and fewer ways to ‘doctor’ a performance. Skill spoke for itself, and Sato Sensei’s skill speaks volumes.

When you watch this remastered classical footage, the first thing you notice is how the black-and-white film intensifies the experience. It strips away the distractions of color, focusing your attention on shape, form, and technique. Every bead of sweat on Sato Sensei’s brow seems highlighted, telling the story of a seasoned veteran who has poured years of discipline into this moment. The arcs of the weapons come alive against the stark background. The Sai’s triple-pronged silhouette stands out like a calligrapher’s flourish on white parchment. The Bo’s straight lines carve the air with decisive authority. You can almost hear the collective gasp of the spectators who, even in a decade saturated with martial arts intrigue, knew they were witnessing something special.

In the world of sports commentary, there’s nothing more riveting than a performance that transcends its immediate environment. We love the underdog stories, the record-breaking achievements, the legendary coaches who can change the game in a heartbeat. But there’s also a special place in our sports pantheon for displays that pay homage to time-honored traditions. Think of the stealthy fluidity of a gymnast’s floor routine, the mesmerizing footwork of a champion boxer, or the graceful arcs of a figure skater’s triple axel. While these feats may come from different sports, they share a universal allure: the power of discipline and mastery to inspire an audience. Yoshimichi Sato Sensei’s demonstration is exactly that kind of performance. It’s a piece of living history, a demonstration of what’s possible when decades of training meet an unquenchable thirst for excellence.

Sato Sensei’s skill set in Sai and Bo can serve as a window into the broader universe of Budo. Budo, at its core, isn’t just about fighting or self-defense—it’s a way of life, encompassing character development, physical conditioning, and moral ethics. Many of us look at sports primarily as entertainment, but anyone who’s stepped onto the mat knows that practice sessions can be grueling, repetitive, and often humbling. Yet it’s exactly in that grind where martial artists find their center, where they learn respect not only for their weapons, but also for the traditions and teachings passed down through generations. Watching Sato Sensei perform in the 1970s is like gazing into a portal that reveals the fruits of that labor.

We mustn’t forget the supporting cast in this black-and-white spectacle: the eager eyes of students and spectators, the hushed reverence in the dojo, and the synergy that occurs when a master shares his craft. In many ways, the presence of an audience shapes the performance. When a martial artist knows that people are watching, especially if those people include peers and students, there’s a heightened sense of responsibility to honor the art form. This demonstration isn’t just about personal glory—it’s about preserving and passing on a piece of cultural and historical significance. Decades later, that sense of responsibility is still palpable. The footage, remastered for new generations, serves as a bridge that connects the old guard to the new.

When Sports Illustrated covers a game, a match, or a performer at the top of their field, the hallmark is detail and storytelling. We don’t just see the big plays; we get to know the athlete, the coach, the strategy, the backstory that led to that moment. Likewise, it’s important to contextualize Sato Sensei’s demonstration. The Sai and Bo weren’t the only stars of the show. During the 1970s, dojos were breeding grounds for multi-disciplinary skills. Practitioners trained in everything from nunchaku to katana, not to mention the unarmed forms like Karate or Judo. The synergy between various weapons and empty-hand techniques underscores a holistic approach to combat that Budo is famous for. Sato Sensei, with his unstoppable Sai and commanding Bo, encapsulated that synergy perfectly.

Let’s also highlight the physicality required. It’s one thing to wave around a staff; it’s another to channel every ounce of one’s body into each strike and block. In high-level Budo, every movement starts from the feet—the stance is the foundation. Power travels up through the core and finally extends to the arms and hands. When wielding a Sai or a Bo, the martial artist must harmonize speed, accuracy, and control in a matter of seconds. Overextension can lead to injury or a fatal opening in real combat. Under-commitment can render an attack ineffective. Watching Sato Sensei handle these nuances so effortlessly speaks to the years of sweat equity he invested in his training.

Yet for all the physical prowess on display, one of the most captivating aspects of this remastered footage is the spirit behind it. Martial arts masters often speak of ‘kime,’ or the focus and energy that culminates in a single, decisive action. You can see that intensity etched into Sato Sensei’s expression. His gaze is unwavering, his posture unyielding, and his technique uncompromising. Every flick of the wrist, every pivot of the hips, is an extension of his will. This is what makes a demonstration like this so special—it’s not just a show; it’s a testament to personal mastery, a narrative of a life dedicated to the pursuit of Budo excellence.

In an era where everything is digital, filtered, and often fleeting, this black-and-white moment from the 1970s offers a refreshing jolt of authenticity. It reminds us that certain values—hard work, dedication, respect—are timeless. For those who are new to martial arts, or simply intrigued by the storied history of athletic achievement, witnessing Yoshimichi Sato Sensei’s demonstration can ignite a spark of curiosity. For seasoned practitioners, it can inspire a renewed commitment to the art form. And for the sports enthusiast who thrives on jaw-dropping performances, it delivers a show worthy of prime coverage in any era.

When the lights dim and the last echo of the Sai fades away, we are left with an indelible mark. The decade might have been the 1970s, the film might be black and white, and the demonstration might be contained to a few frames of footage—but the impact spans generations. That’s the true power of sports and martial arts alike: the ability to transcend boundaries of time, culture, and even technology. Watching Sato Sensei’s Budo demonstration is like opening a Sports Illustrated from a dusty archive—suddenly, you’re transported to a front-row seat of a historic moment. You feel the intensity, marvel at the mastery, and walk away with a renewed appreciation for what humans can accomplish when they fuse passion.

[r-ando-m-w-rite-r]

Seven Minutes Before Heaven

octane x FEM!reader

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You yelped as you were tossed into a small storage closet located in the back of the common room. Hitting the concrete wall with a thud, you slowly slid down it. That was going to leave a bruise. The air was knocked out of you as you closed your eyes in a dull pain. Touching down on the floor, you looked up just in time to see Octavio being thrown in as well. Before you could stop him, he landed on top of you, letting out a loud ‘oof’.

“See you two in seven minuteees!” Ramya said in a cheerful voice, holding out the last syllable of the word ‘minute’ and hitting a high note. With that, the door slammed shut, leaving only the glow of the stim that Octavio carried with him everywhere lighting the room.

You groaned, squinting your eyes. That was when you realized he was still on you, and when you looked up, his face was right in front of yours. He stared down at you, and he seemed a little taken back by the position the two of you were in. His arms were placed on either side of you, and his legs were conveniently straddling you. How had he managed to land like that?

His eyes drew your attention, however. They sparkled in the dim, green glow coming from his side. They were wide and a little puzzled-looking, but they were mesmerizing. Ramya had been right; maybe the two of you should make out. You didn’t realize it, but you were slowly leaning forward. Closing your eyes and parting your lips ever so slightly, you waited. And waited. Ok, what was he doing?

“Uh, sooo, is this the part where we kiss, chica?” Your eyes snapped open and you glared at him. Shaking your head, you sighed.

“Oh, Tavi..” you groaned. With that, you pushed him off of you, and he yelped. Flailing backwards, he hit the door with a loud bang. 

“Ouch.” he said, both to you and to his shoulder, which he rubbed briefly. You listened closely and heard the other Legends talking outside.

“Damn, they must be getting frisky in there.” That voice sounded like Kairi. A few chuckles sounded, and Ramya replied, “Well, he does have some robotic thrusters on him.” More laughter occurred, and you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

Ever since you had told Ramya that you may or may not have had a crush on the speedy daredevil, she had literally gone out of her way to get you alone with him. Whether it was at Paradise Lounge and forcing-no, inviting him to come to your table or in the games when the two of you were put into a squad and she made him give you his good loot. You still cringed to it now.

“Now go up to her like a real man and give her it.” Ramya had whispered, thinking you hadn’t heard it with your back turned to the replicator.

“B-But I just found it-” he muttered sadly.

“Uh, uh, uh.” she said, clicking her tongue. “Go.”

You turned around to see an unhappy Octane holding out a purple body shield. “Here Y/n.” he mumbled, not making eye contact with you. 

As much as you knew it would start something, you couldn’t stand seeing him that upset. “No, it’s okay Tavi, you can keep it.” He perked up just then, either because of you using his nickname or the idea that he could keep his discovered loot. 

He eagerly looked back at Rampart, looking like an excited puppy wagging its tail. But she just shook her head. His energy re-deflated, and he turned back to you, thrusting the armor out farther. “No, really, I insist.”

You really wished you had never told Ramya in the first place. It was sweet of her to try and make things work, really. But her actions were doing more damage to a potential future relationship than anything else. Octavio was pretty oblivious, but you could tell even he could pick up a few things.

“Chica.” he muttered, drawing you out of your thoughts. His voice was in a more serious tone now, despite his aloofness out in the common room only what seemed like moments before. He was looking down, but as he said this, he looked up at you. “I know you like me.”

You sucked in a breath. Who told him? Or had it really been that obvious, even before all of Ramya’s shenanigans? You opened your mouth to explain, but he continued. “And the truth is, I like you too.” His confession knocked the air out of you. He did? You stared into his eyes, and he stared back. But then his gaze averted yours. 

“But it just seemed like Ramya was trying to force something that wasn’t there, a-and it made me uncomfortable.” He ran his right hand up and down his left arm, which was bracing him on the ground. “A-And I didn’t know how to respond.” He closed his eyes, seemingly awaiting a disappointed comment from you or something.

It felt like the two of you were worlds apart, despite only being on opposite sides of the room. You felt so bad for him, but just didn’t know how to express it. That kind of discomfort and pressure was relatable, as you had dealt with matchmaker tenancies before. It was just different seeing it take a toll on someone other than yourself.   

Before you even thought about what you were doing, you scooted across the floor and leaned into the boy, wrapping him in a hug. Burying your face into his chest, you felt him freeze, obviously a little taken back by the abrupt reaction. But after a moment, you felt him melt into your touch and begin humming. It felt nice comforting him. You looked up into his face, and this time he leaned in. Oh, you definitely wanted this. 

But before your lips could touch his, the door was pulled open, and your weight combined with Octavio’s own weight sent you two crashing down to the floor between the doorway. Your head hit his chest hard, and he let out another ‘oof’. You groaned and sat up, looking up. Around the two of you stood all the Legends at the party. You noticed Gibby and Ajay holding in what looked like giggles and you squinted suspiciously at them.

“Uh, Y/n, well, you uhhh…” Elliot started, but Ramya stepped forward, a sneaky grin on her face.

“Well would you look at that, it seems you and Tavi had a pretty fun time in there.” she smirked. You raised an eyebrow before looking down and flushing at what they all meant. You were straddling his hips. He was looking up at the others with a half-grin on his face, his Adam's apple bobbing with each breath. Upon looking back at you, he smiled reassuringly.

“No worries chica, I love you anyway, so I don’t care what position you put me in.” He winked and you snorted, ten times more embarrassed than before because he had said that in front of everyone. Ajay fake-gagged, to some of the Legend’s amusement, and you watched as Natalie turned to Renee, frowning.

“I wish you were that open about us in public.” she muttered before storming off.

Renee frowned, then growled, then shouted to her, “What? You want me to talk about how you were begging for my touch last night?” A series of ‘ooos’ went up as she then proceeded to storm after her now-embarrassed girlfriend and hug her passionately. 

You also caught Taejoon giving Elliot a sly side glance before Elliot raised up his hands and protested. “No, NO! Don’t you dare, or else.” he said, backing away from the group. You chuckled at this as you pulled yourself off of Octavio, reaching down and pulling him up with his hand as well.

He just frowned and gave you puppy eyes. “Aww, but I liked the feeling of you on my d-” You clapped a hand over his mouth before he could continue, and Ramya just chuckled as the group began dispersing. 

“That’s enough from you, mister.” you replied quickly, grabbing his hand and beginning to drag him back to the center of the common room where everything was set up. You weren’t sure where this newfound cockiness of his had come from, but you were already tired of it.

“Wait.” You turned back impatiently, ready to roll your eyes at him, but he acted before you could. You squeaked as he pulled you close to him suddenly, so close that your chest was up against his. Looking into your eyes deviously, he said, “I still want that kiss.” You opened your mouth to respond, but his lips crashed against yours before you could say anything. 

Quickly melting into his kiss, you couldn’t help but reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. He squeezed you even closer, tugging at your hips and completely pushing the air out of your lungs. The two of you continued for what felt like hours as you enjoyed each other’s presence, forgetting about the others that would glance over every now and then and chuckle at the two of you mischeviously. Now this, this was the true ‘seven minutes in heaven’.

[safesthaveninexistence]

"I'M SO GRATEFUL FOR MY IMMEASURABLY BEYOND GOD-TIER UNIMPEDED REALITY SHIFTING GAME" VAUNT

My unimpeded reality-shifting game is IMMEASURABLY BEYOND GOD-NOTCH. My unimpeded reality-shifting game is BEYOND MINDSHATTERING AND JAWDROPPINGLY EXISTENCESHATTERING. My unimpeded reality-shifting game only ENDLESSLY UPGRADES. My unimpeded reality-shifting game is too INSANELY MAGNIFICENTLY AND MAJESTICALLY BREATHTAKING. My unimpeded reality-shifting game defies everything conventionally known to mankind. My unimpeded reality-shifting game should be straight up impossible!! My reality-shifting ability too exceedingly unimpeded. My reality-shifting is immeasurably beyond terrifyingly, monstrously, awe-inspiringly, impossibly, jawdroppingly, improbably, unrealistically, impractically, undeniably, instantly, rapidly and Magically GOD-TIER. My ultraformidable reality-shifting game shatters every single body's minds and very existence. I got this insanest ability to shift existence into another plane of reality ANY SINGLE TIME I desire no matter how utterly disparate it is from my previous reality. I go to sleep and utterly wake up in a WHOLE 'NOTHER ROOM IN A WHOLE 'NOTHER BREATHTAKING BETTER AND MORE UPGRADED ENHANCED REALITY THAT IT VIOLENTLY BLOWS MY MIND! I even conjure up whole new ideal realities I want to shift up to. I'm so blessed with the excruciatingly rarest gift of reality selection so I can effortlessly and automagically select any ideal realities I crave to be in and is instantly shifted there. There's literally no limitations for me when it comes to reality shifting. My indomitably ultraformidable reality-shifting game only gets insaner and insaner, more and more inconceivably and unimaginably mindblowing. My indomitably ultraformidable reality-shifting game only gets more and more breathtakingly undeniable, blissful, exciting, fun, safer, powerful, potent, dominant, influential, easier, effortless, secure, dynamic and high-octane. My ultraformidable reality-shifting game is invigoratingly very extremely and intensely powerful. My ultraformidable reality-shifting thunderously booms with stupendously amazing energy!! My unimpeded reality-shifting game is relentless and nonstop, I achieve shit that should've taken me YEARS in a literal motherfucking blink of an eye because of the mindblowing and mindshattering power of my ultraformidable unimpeded insanest reality-shifting. My unprecedentedly ultraformidable unimpeded reality-shifting grows more and more unimaginably, existence-shatteringly and inconceivably mystical and supernatural. Thanks to my ultraformidable unimpeded reality-shifting game and abilities, I'm now the most powerful Unrivaled God of Effortless Reality Warping.✨

[zeydaan-isabella]

DJ TW1LIGHTNEKO - MY AW4KENYAN

Trade by OCCPixTFs - May 03, 202X Zeydaan was no stranger to rave concerts or musicians touring close to home, but the nonbinary wolf wasn’t expecting such a…distinctly-styled concert. “RETRAWR XTRA DELUXE 2009”—some kind of multi-day rave festival from the US—had decided to spend a weekend near Mailor, and practically embodied late-2000s Internet culture. Between the high-octane Vocaloid remixes, the Flash animations displayed on screens, and everyone having immense amounts of hair volume and striped arm warmers…it was a lot, to say the least. And that was before the headliner arrived. “HAI HAII1 EVERY1 !!11! r nyu 4ll CH4RG3D with teh B34T, nya?? Cuz DJ_SPARXPIXEL iz h3r3 2 STR1KE LIEK L1TENYAAAAAAAN!!!11 >w< -poses!!-” DJ_SPARXPIXEL looked like they clawed their way out of someone’s old art gallery. They were an electric cat-fox-Eevee hybrid the color of sugary energy drinks, whose massive hair buns, tail and headphones were carrying static energy—you could SEE the crunchy lineart and the airbrushed gradients on their body! While Zeydaan was shocked at the sheer concentration of “rawr XD” energy, the rest of the venue was a mass of giddy squeeing…leaving SPARXPIXEL’S overly shiny emerald eyes to zero in on Zey. “omg….omgomgomgOMGggggg~!!1” The mascot-sized raver swished their tail, faster and faster, absolutely ADORING the sight of Zeydaan, before STAGE-DIVING towards the wolf-dragon?! “ZOMGGG!!1!11! Ny r teh KYUUUUUT3ZT WOLF EVARR!!11! Nya NYAAAAA!!1 -glomps u!!1-“ The raver’s giant paws tackled Zeydaan in some kind of electrically charged glomp, sending waves of painless electricity and sound rippling through them… “Ghahh—?! Easy with the paws!!” Zey’s stammered reply barely meant anything, as beams of concentrated color and retro game sprites seemed to BURST out…and a pair of small spike markings formed on their glowing eyes… While the shapeshifter was left replanting her paws against the ground, SPARXPIXEL leapt back up to the stage, giddy, unrestrained, and only pausing for a lightly embarrassed giggle. “NYOW TH3N, who’z R34DY fur 2NYITE, nyaaaaa?!!111 X3” —————— May 16, 202X After the show, Zeydaan ran into SPARXPIXEL again, who apologized for the surprise gloom, and even shared emails with the wolf…apparently they still carried around a flip-phone and used some music-sharing site called…Ravetopia? First time they ever heard about it, but it was a nice meetup at least. That was a few weeks ago, and since, then, Zeydaan couldn’t help but feel that something was…different. “What the…my hair’s still this fluffy? How much static did I get from that raver?” They had tried different hair products or wearing beanies for hours at a time, but their hair and tail had significantly fluffed up in volume in a short time, with a faint hint of purple. The red eye marks were still present, and they could have sworn their fur and muzzle had shrunk slightly. Zeydaan kept staring in the mirror, running a slightly thicker paw through the mass of hair…they didn’t mind it…it was just new… “They had some ace fashion at least…and teh music was great, nyot gonna lie~…“ It took a moment for the wolf to notice the feline voice tic, and that faint smile immediately switched over to an embarrassed half-smile…the changes to their hair was paired with some new…compulsions…that feline lilt was becoming more prominent, their goth attire was being worn more often (especially their hoodie with thicker cuffs), and their music tastes—oh WOW their music tastes. Sparxpixel’s set list had gotten quite snug in Zeydaan’s head, alongside some emo rock and moody Vocaloid tracks, and it didn’t take much for the wolf to find themselves humming and swaying to the music… Right, Zeydaan had errands today. Deciding to ditch the beanie, they got their bags together, failing to notice the small yellow orbs she now had for earrings and a necklace…were those always there? And did their paws always feel so…thick? —————— June 07, 20#9?? The faint sound of rustling paper bags and a swishing tail was met with the faint sound of ringing cat bells, subtly harmonizing with the tinny music playing from a nearby speaker. Zeyko stepped out of the New Gothic store, this was the third store she stopped by at the mall (fourth if they counted the food court), and their fashion was diverting further from the nonbinary wolf based on the new skirt, the GIR shirt, and her longish violet twintails. Bags were slung over either arm, filled with manga issues, plushies, and many more knickknacks to renovate her apartment… Humming a hardstyle Nightcore remix to themselves, their mind was hyper-fixating and here for it, so in the zone of her new aesthetic that their feline pupils were starting to fade, shifting further to the pupil-void style present in 2000s anime. Just like all those cute anime boys, like Sesshōmaru and Sephiroth…if only a creature of the darknyess like her could have enough time to fall in love instead of pining under the moonlight— …All of a sudden, her steps started to slow, and a wave of self-awareness washed over them, their smile tinted with nervousness. “Wait...Why do I want s0 much of this?…” Her mind was a mash-up track of conflicting thoughts, were her paws bootlick, or her boots paw-like? There were laces forming after all… Were they lupine or feline, or some rare hybrid found in the fan fictions she had been reading? Was she even from the UK or were they just touring, cause her accent was leaning more towards American by the day… She felt like she should be self-conscious about this, but they felt so happy like this, and the music, the fan fictions, the moon, it was securely locked into her head by now… “My head…it’s liek teh moon callz 2 me…w-which is ridiculous…” Zeyko rubbed a swollen lavender paw against the smaller cheek tufts, fixing their emo bangs before looking at the chibi Sephiroth’s smug grin. “…but I can’t say nyo to that Sepurroth plush…he’s so kyute~! UwU~” Readjusting her hoodie so that her wings could stretch, Zeyko broke into a big feline grin and continued her walking! A few mall-goers couldn’t help but stare at her developing lineart, the lack of shading on certain parts of her body, and the fact she perfectly pronounced “UwU”…maybe they’re fans~! —————— June 18, 200#?? Ashley strolled down an avenue lined with concert halls and food trucks, it was another music festival night and a lot of the town’s goth community had shown up! The dragoness wanted to check up with Zeydaan, it had been a while since they met in person and she wasn’t sure what to make of their new typing style the fact they were able to speak with those typos and num6er replacements so fluidly, or their insistence that it was still 2009… “O00f!! Soz!11 ^^;;” Ashley accidentally bumped into a raver; feline and femme-leaning with a giant angel and demon wing, chunky black paw boots, longer purple-red twintails and the squishiest violet paw pads imaginable. “Oh! Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking.” “Nyeah yeah I fur RLLLZ getch4, all teh clubs r S0 NYAWESUM,, my eyer r ALLZ over teh pl4c3, nyaaaa~… -shakin mah h3d- >_<” Ashley wasn’t sure how to respond at first, and the more she looked at the neko(?) raver, the more questions she had, from the crunchy lineart making up her body, to her toonier, mascot-adjacent proportions, the tiny remnants of an animal nose…or those familiar eye markings… “Hold on…Zey? Is that you??” The name hit TwilightZeyko like a Limit Break; right!! She swore that was a nickname she got through an inside joke…or wait, wasn’t it that wolf they RPed as for like, a month? Still, it was nice to see her draconic friend again, and even in the sparkly, Umbreon-filled mass that was her head, she knew that…something was different about her, compared to a month ago? “N-nyaaa-t exactly~ >w< But I’m f1ne, purrr-romise~!” Ashley wasn’t worried about this—Zeydaan winding up barely recognizable was just expected for a shapeshifter, but she wasn’t expecting there to be…this much of a contrast. As for TwilightZeyko, she was fine, wasn’t she? Indulging in everything edgy and kawaii, it made her whole body buzz with happiness, hearing the swish of her larger and larger bells, in time with the music… She was so obsessed with rave music she wanted to make some more herself, there was so much inspiration for a nyew album to get ALL the downloads on Ravetopia, and she could collab with Sparxpixel or someone else, or write a super-long self-insert fanfiction, or—or—OR— With a flash, TwilightZeko’s eyes were now pinkish-red ovals, filled with stars and crescent moons, radiating with dark nyan-pire energy… “I’m ju5st…EMBRACING TEH DARKNYESS,, NYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!1” Twirling on an oversized boot, TwilightNeko broke into a high pitched cackle, any sense of self-consciousness having sunk into the shadows, leaving somenyan ready for as many raves as possible! “Just nyu w1at, im gunn4 be spr3ddin teh nyanpire TUNEZ INT3RNYATIONYALLY!!11! >w< but furrst, i gotz conc3rts back hom3 on th3 W3ST C0AST!!1” TwilighNeko broke into a flying sprint, her animal nose shrinking and her colors brightening with every step…leaving Ashley to wonder when Zeydaan moved to the US…She flipped open her phone to the group chat. “Heya, I think Zey got hit with another reality change.” —————— July 02, 2009 The lights dimmed on a packed venue…RETRAWR XTRA DELXUE had returned to the American West Coast for the summer, and the week was packed with musicians, in particular an up-and-coming artist who insisted she’d burn in the sunlight. The room was soon illuminated by violet spotlights and a large screen showing a compressed, gothic fantasy city. There was no attempt to hide the “Unregistered Hypercam 2” at the top of the screen, in fact it was seen more as a badge of pride. Music started up, and the cheers and squees of the audience was soon in a tug-of-war with the music, especially once a figure ran out onto stage. A pair of large wings—angelic and demonic—rose up, perfectly framing a pair of giant twin tails, oversized paws and lace-up boots, and a sparkly red eye glowing through the darknyess… “2nyite’s a fullm00n, and u know wh4t that meowns…,-” The spotlights centered on the vampiric cat raver, flashing a mischievous smile as she struck a flashy pose, the first of many for the night! “DJ TWILIGHTNEKO IS IN THA H0USE, NYAAAAA!1!1! X3” ——————

[scoringeffects]

- that one celly when the leafs played the flames last season and mitch just tackles willy to the ground and willy laughs at him and the mid fall picture looks like a rom com kiss is about to happen

and that's it!

just kidding here's some more

- they, along with auston, make up a trio i think is criminally underrated and underapperciated in a rpf way, even in comparison to trios already getting underapperciated as a role

- they have complimentary slut energies to those with eyes to see (will elaborate if prompted)

- the absence of auston only highlights an auston shaped shadow, if one feels so compelled (see point one)

- they both have at direct points taken the full force of toronto media/fan ire and in fact pass it back and forth like a baton because they can't both be loved and appreciated at the same time

- willy is actually good at fashion and mitch is just good at dressing like himself

- mitch has only ever been a toronto boy and willy's life pre leafs had like no stability of place and so mitch can symbolize toronto and staying and longevity and home to willy, which he has been wanting and now has (conversely him getting it is making it more precarious for mitch to stay in the place he's almost always been)

- they have complimentary personalities, both in similarities and differences (both silly and giggly but willy is decidedly more cool and chill (many definitions) than mitch for example)

- they also have games that match and mirror each other and being too similar but too different is actually their curse (they are both high octane offense right wingers only a year apart in age, but mitch is more of a defensively responsible passer and willy is a goalscorer) and if they were just completely the same on the ice, trading one probably would have already happened a long time ago, but they have enough differences to make them important and distinct in their own ways but since those similarities are still part of it it contributes to the disproportionate media/fan ire anyway. if they were even a little less similar everything would be easier but they can't be anyone but themselves. and it would be a lot easier to just hate each other for all the problems caused by being teammates, but even when bickering or directly competing or losing or suffering or pushing each other, they still love each other a lot

- also would be hot

OOOOOO them sharinf thr title of people’s princess of toronto… TBE PART ABOUT HOMEEEEE + their game styles… VERY VERY INTRUIGING. especially about how easy it would be for them to hate eachother and not get along but. theyre home. and rhey win together and they lose togetber and jf mitch is the people’s princess willy’s facing the brunt of their ire and they’ll both forever be competing for second best leaf… so damn much here

rarepairs tonight queen?

[foreverlilmeowmeow]

Pathfinder, Octane, reacting to a gender neutral reader who copys peoples personalities or something, but they're this shy reader, and does this to them cuz they like them or something maybe?

If you don't wanna write this, its fine! Just ignore it. Just wanted something fluffy and thats just sweet or a little funny,

I am soooo sorry this took so long! I was plotting for so long that I sorta got side tracked and ended up writing some other things, but finally got to this! I hope you enjoy this because I had such a fun time write it! Again I'm so sorry it took me so long! Enjoy! ~~~

“Good morning, friend, how are you?” Pathfinder said as he had walked down the hall past y/n’s room. Octane peaking in as he blushed, feeling embarrassed for what could only be spying, but was trying to figure out what y/n was doing as they were making a lot of noise inside their room. Octane waving Pathfinder to be a little quiet as he pointed and saw that y/n was standing in front of the mirror. Their h/l h/c hair framing their face quite nicely and their e/c colored eyes just staring at the mirror as if they were really focusing on whatever they were doing. 

“Think they’re okay?” Octane asked as he saw y/n talking. He couldn’t really hear what they were saying but the way they were jumping around and laughing it sounded like they were having a good time. 

“I would believe so! They look like they are having fun! Shall we go join them?” Pathfinder asked as Octane shook his head no, “No, I don’t want to spook them. They always go quiet whenever I’m around them and seeing that their pretty vocal while alone is nice. I just wish they would talk to me more when we're not in the games or this whole friendship is going to be a bust.” Octane said as Pathfinder frowned a little. The two of them watching from the doorway as y/n spoke for the first time since jumping around and this time it made Octane blush a little.

"I like the wind in my hair, bugs in my teeth, and long walks off a high cliff." y/n mimicked Octane as they ran a hand through their hair, a finger against their teeth, and pretended to fall from a cliff as they landed on their bed with a laugh. Their laugh sorta musical as Octane noted that they did a pretty good job at pretending to be him.

“Surprise! ..I hope I didn't scare you." y/n said a few seconds later as they moved from the bed back to the mirror. Their smile pretty large by this point as someone had a lot of energy in them.

“Wow, that was amazing. They’re doing a good job at pretending to be us.” Pathfinder said as Octane nodded, “I wonder how long they’ll do this until they realize they’re not alone.” Octane asked as they both turned back and looked over at y/n once more. They were aiming their arm up into the air as if they had a grappling hook and then pulled a trigger pretending to swing from it and spoke in what both boys thought could be Pathfinder’s voice.

"Get ready! I'm coming for you, friend." 

“Think they like us or something?” Octane asked as he glanced at Pathfinder, “Or maybe they want to be like us?” 

Pathfinder shrugged his shoulders. The two of them watching y/n more as Lifeline came out of her room and noticed the two of them spying on poor little y/n.

“What are you two up too?” Lifeline asked as Octane waved her to be quiet like he did to Pathfinder not too long ago.

“We're watching, keep it down, Che.” Octane said as Lifeline peaked in feeling horrible for entering y/n’s personal space without saying something. y/n was once again bouncing around the room, dancing in front of the mirror like she was all by herself and what looked to be a pen that was laying on y/n’s dresser got pressed against their chest as if they were stimming theirselves.

"Mira, did you see that?! Please, tell me if somebody saw that." y/n said in what sounded like a really bad hispanic accent. They started once again bouncing around and this time when they turned they saw all three of them standing in the doorway and on que their eyes grew three times the normal size, “H-how long-g have you-u all been watching?” they stuttered as they dropped the pen and covered their face too hopefully to hide from their embarrassment. 

“No-t-t that long! Just heard some noise and wanted to make sure you were okay!” Octane spoke first as he didn’t know if talking was really a good idea or if he should just head out and pretend this little thing never happened.

“What did you all hear?” y/n asked as their face was beat red. They really didn’t want to hear what their answer was but was curious nonetheless.

“Majority of it. You did such a good job pretending to be me.” Pathfinder said as he showed a heart on the screen that was laying against his chest. He even did a thumbs up as he was super proud.

“And you, Che, how much did you hear?” 

“Not a whole lot. I was coming out of my room when I saw these two peeking in, are you okay?” Lifeline asked as she wanted to make sure y/n wasn’t hurt or scared that the two were practically spying on her.

“Yeah-h I guess? I dunno?” y/n said as they didn’t know what to think about the whole thing. Sure they left their door open, but their room was so hot. They wanted to leave the door open so the cool hair from the hall could seep in.

“Do you need me to kick their ass?” Lifeline asked in a joking tone.

y/n shook their head, “No, its okay. I’ll just make sure I keep a mental note the next time the door is open to check so often so people aren’t peeking in. Did you at least enjoy the show?” y/n asked as Octane was still beet red.

“You were incredible!” Octane smiled as he spoke some more, “You should mimic me more often!” 

Lifeline smacked the back of his head as she shook it side to side. y/n began to laugh as both Octane and Pathfinder smiled, “Well, now that we're all better and everyone has said their sorry, shall we all go get lunch?” Lifeline asked as Octane’s stomach growled.

“Yeah! Lunch sounds perfect!” y/n smiled as Octane started jumping around the small group.

“I’ll race you to LZ!” 

“Not if I beat you first!” y/n said as Octane and y/n ran off. Pathfinder and Lifeline behind them as they all headed out to lunch. The group just laughing away as this was the perfect way to end this encounter.

[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

Challengers (15): Sexy, Striking and Sizzling with Energy, On and Off Court.

#onemannsmovies #filmreview of "Challengers". #ChallengersMovie. A high octane tale of love and tennis with a standout performance by Zendaya. 4.5/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Challengers” (2024). Is Zendaya the hottest female property in Hollywood at the moment? I think so. In “Challengers” she is portrayed as the “hottest tennis player ever” and who am I to argue? I went into Luca Guadagnino’s new film with middling expectations, but was blown away by the trio of cast leads, the virtuouso camerawork and the gripping narrative and game…

[44gamez]

The 10 best games for low end PCs

We are able to’t all be working the most recent and best PC {hardware}; it prices a fortune and takes an age to be taught to put in. Working an older PC might reduce a number of the AAA video games out of your library. Nevertheless, some superb video games run completely on low end PCs.

10. Valheim

Screenshot: PC Invasion Welcome to the land between worlds. In Valheim, you play as a Viking, now deceased, and dealing in the direction of Valhalla. Valheim takes place in purgatory, and it's as much as you to defeat the varied gods of the realm. Valheim could have you and your folks amassing assets, constructing unbelievable bases, and attempting to outlive the varied biomes. You could degree up and survive the onslaught of enemies, slowly turning into robust sufficient to defeat the gods and take their energy. It is a splendidly immersive recreation greatest performed along with your different low end PC mates.

9. Stardew Valley

Screenshot: ConcernedApe Stardew Valley was launched again in 2016 and continues to be being up to date with unbelievable content material. This farming recreation is one of the best within the style by a mile and deserves all of the reward it will get. After inheriting a dilapidated farm, it's as much as you to get it up and working once more. The journey will take you thru caves, cities, communities, and lots of extra thrilling locations in your quest to construct the right working farm. The sport’s easy graphics might be run on even probably the most low-end PCs, making it accessible to all.

8. Risk of Rain 2

Screenshot: Gearbox Publishing For prime-octane video games that may simply run on even probably the most low-end PC setups, you might do lots worse than choosing up a replica of Risk of Rain 2. This recreation has created one thing distinctive and might be simply obsessed over. Alone or with mates, it's as much as you to defeat the varied bosses of the realms you enter. In your journey, you'll decide up many wild and great power-ups, ultimately turning into a damaging pressure. Your base character determines simply how every one works, however relaxation assured, no recreation is ever the identical.

7. Hotline Miami

Screenshot: Devolver Digital Each Hotline Miami 1 and a couple of are masterpieces of recent gaming. The highest-down slaughter-fest is as quick and intense as gaming will get. It's as much as you to shoot, slash, and hammer your approach by way of enemies, doing all of your greatest to outlive. Each foe can one-tap you, and your reactions must be lightning-fast. The sport’s easy graphics, together with the extreme gameplay and soundtrack, make this good for any low-end PC setup.

6. Papers, Please

Picture through Lucas Pope Ever wished to reside the lifetime of an immigration officer? No? Nicely, it's best to. Papers, Please units you up because the immigration officer of an Jap Bloc-type nation. It's as much as you to remain on high of the brand new laws and your personal funds. This straightforward but extremely lovely recreation could have you admitting, rejecting, detaining, and questioning individuals as they attempt to enter by way of your gate. Empathy and ethical dilemma all characteristic on this great artwork piece by 3909.

5. DOOM

Screenshot: id Software program It’s DOOM, and for those who don’t know what that's, perhaps it’s time to surrender PC gaming altogether and return to card video games. DOOM is the OG shooter that may have you ever mowing your approach by way of hordes of monsters in an try to avoid wasting the Earth. Sure, that is an outdated title, however it’s a traditional. This may simply run in your low-end PC. In truth, I believe you might most likely run it on a Samsung good fridge.

4. Terraria

Screenshot: Re-Logic A easy, procedurally generated world awaits in Terraria. Alone or with mates, the easy 16-bit 2D recreation invitations you to mine, craft, discover, and survive in a world bursting with adventures and alternatives. With over 44 million copies bought, it’s one of the vital profitable video games of all time. Terraria has an enormous scope of prospects hidden throughout the easy graphics. Sources and loot might be mixed to create all kinds of loopy objects, with advanced construct bushes and uncommon finds. It's as much as you and your folks to construct your characters and bases up as you defeat the varied bosses.

3. Cuphead

Screenshot: Studio MDHR Leisure Inc. I like the artwork model of Cuphead, and it's the good recreation for low-end PCs due to it. The easy side-scrolling shooter recreation is adorned with lovely, traditional cartoon graphics and superb sound. Nevertheless, don’t let the cutesy graphics idiot you — this recreation is significantly arduous. Alone or with a good friend, you should work your approach by way of the colourful world of Cuphead to defeat the side-scrolling ranges. Then, on the finish of every is an amazingly designed boss with distinctive assaults and implausible animations. The sport may nearly be Souls-like if it weren’t so cute.

2. BioShock

Screenshot: 2K Video games The BioShock collection of video games has all the time been on my replay lists, and I return to them over and over. Regardless of being extremely wealthy and immersive worlds, you'll find which you could play all of those video games, up till Infinite, on low-end PCs. BioShock units us in a world beneath the ocean the place science and know-how are God. Nevertheless, the heathenous people have pushed themselves too far, turning into godless mutants. It’s as much as you to combat by way of them, augmenting your self alongside the way in which. The sport is dripping in spooky environment; you gained’t neglect your first encounter with a Massive Daddy in a rush.

1. Project Zomboid

Screenshot: The Indie Stone The tip is upon you as you attempt to outlive the zombie apocalypse. The sport’s primary top-down graphics are good for any low-end PC. Nevertheless, the sport’s easy look hides a fancy and deep world to discover. You and your folks get up as a personality imbued with traits and boons of your selection. Now, setting off into the world, you should search and scavenge the whole lot you'll be able to to outlive the zombie hordes. As time strikes on, the world slowly breaks aside. After a couple of days, the water will shut off, and so will the electrical energy. Meals will spoil, and snow will start to fall. All of those affect you and your character. In the event you die or get bitten — and you'll, many, many instances — you'll ultimately flip. Nevertheless, you simply begin with a brand new character, constructing their expertise and ultimately discovering your shambling corpse. It feels bizarre killing your outdated self and carrying the garments you died in, however that’s the one solution to survive. Read the full article

[cyberpunkonline]

Techno Vehicle Racing: The Pulse of Cyberpunk Culture

In the neon-lit streets and sprawling urban dystopias of cyberpunk media, the roar of engines and the blur of speeding vehicles aren't just background noise—they're the lifeblood of the narrative. Techno vehicle racing, a high-octane sub-category within the genre, embodies the spirit of rebellion, the thirst for adrenaline, and the relentless pursuit of freedom against oppressive regimes. This article revs through the essence of techno vehicle racing in cyberpunk, spotlighting iconic examples from games, TV, film, and literature that have left tire tracks on the hearts of fans worldwide.

Games: Speeding Through Virtual Dystopias

No conversation about techno vehicle racing in cyberpunk can ignore the juggernaut that is the "Wipeout" series. Launched in the mid-90s, "Wipeout" became synonymous with breakneck speeds, futuristic race tracks, and a soundtrack that's as much a pulse-pounding ride as the racing itself. But it's not alone; "Cyberpunk 2077" threw its hat into the ring with its visceral, street-level races through Night City, showcasing the grimy underbelly of a world where cybernetic enhancements and AI-driven vehicles blur the lines between man and machine.

TV and Film: High-Speed Chases on the Silver Screen

Television and film have long capitalized on the visual spectacle of techno vehicle racing. "Akira," with its iconic motorcycle chase scenes, stands as a pillar of cyberpunk, illustrating the rebellious spirit of youth and the anarchic energy that vehicle racing adds to the genre. Meanwhile, "Blade Runner 2049" offers a more subdued, atmospheric take, where high-speed pursuits are less about the race and more about the existential journey through a visually arresting dystopian future.

Books: Racing Through the Pages

Literature may not deliver the visual adrenaline of games or films, but it's no less capable of capturing the essence of techno vehicle racing. Neal Stephenson's "Snow Crash" features high-speed pursuits that mix virtual reality with real-world stakes, painting a vivid picture of cyberpunk's speedster element. Similarly, William Gibson's "Neuromancer" offers up the concept of navigating the cybernetic matrix at breakneck speeds, a metaphorical race against the clock that's every bit as thrilling as any physical race.

The Cultural Significance of Speed in Cyberpunk

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