#I’d be mad with rage and a vengeful spirit

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

Meg is definitely more forgiving than me because if I found out my fiancé and his boyfriend killed my dad, brought him back to life, and was indirectly responsible for having him locked up and lobotomized I think I’d actually just kill them

[alicenaivory]

•𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐬•

| @EternallyVain & @FurtiveSpirit|

[I wish I could take my nails and claw the madness from my brain. I’d claw bit by bit until it’s all gone but I fear it would be nothing left of it. If given the opportunity I’d use my mouth to blow out the fire that urges my destructive nature.

If only the palms of my hands would be enough to cover my ears and drown out the voices I hear.

They are back again…

The mad ones as if they never left.

When my memories were gone, it kept them quiet and I only heard myself but now the mad ones have returned.

They scream in sync like a choir chanting again and again.

‘Kill, Kill’

‘Hurt them, they hurt you!’

‘You must have, you must control’

Each word leads me to self destruction as I follow their lead only to quiet them. It’s like I must give them what they want. Sometimes I think they are my desires and they pull and pull on me until I give into it.

Music invades my ears, drowning out the sound of the voices and their tiring screams. I focus on the bass and the lyrics falling from the woman’s lips on the speakers.

“ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏.”

I close my eyes swaying my hips seductively against Caleb, acknowledging his hard on. The feel of his hot body against mine is driving me wild with a promise. I’m override with lust.

“Fuck..” he cursed, moving my hair from my neck to slowly place kisses upon my soft skin. I feel his sharp canines nipping my flesh and teasing to feast upon me but he resisted. Instead he nears my ear and says “Why are we here, Alice?”]

I want to have a good time.

[I muttered to him, bringing my hand behind me to grip the back of his head so my fingers can invade dark ravenous hair. “We could’ve easily had a good time home in New York, you know? Without your other lovers giving daggers at me.” He refers to Sabine and Dominic standing below us on the other side in the lower V.I.P area. I was watching them too through the unnecessary glass she placed here.

Sabine knows me.

/They/ know me.]

Feeling threatened?

[A smirk spreads on maroon painted lips, provoking him purposefully. His hand trails down to my waist, his nails biting into the leather corset I was wearing. The other reaching down to grip my thigh through the open slit of my leather skirt. “Now why would I be threatened? You’re with me!”]

That’s the spirit…

[I couldn’t have him thinking too much. Not when he was apart of my plan to piss them off. I brought Caleb here because I knew they didn’t want him here.

I was still cross with Sabine over her leaving me to become human and I’m angry with Dominic for not being there for me. I almost died and he sent me to voicemail.

My memories are back now and therefore my rage towards them is in full effect. I’m feeling vengeful.

I saw them a week prior to coming tonight, They didn’t see me though and what I saw was surprising. I noticed how oddly close they had gotten. Bonded by their love for me and drawn to the “hatred” they supposedly had for one another.

I was no fool. I can easily smell them on one another.

I felt hurt and betrayed. I was supposed to be their everything! I didn’t mind them sharing their affection but it wasn’t in my reach. They enjoyed one another without me.

The hurt and betrayal started mixing together Both feelings boiling into one and that was anger.

I assumed the obvious. They both planned to forget about me and push me aside. Dominic had done it already by putting his search for his very dead wife before me. Sabine may have returned her vampirism but she was willing to die than to stick by me.

I was a mess and she wanted to clean her hands of me first chance she had gotten. Like I was web she had unknowingly walked through and wanted to shake off.

I kept my gaze on them, focusing in on their lips when they moved. “She’s going to act out, Dominic. I can feel it.” She tried to warn him but he’s too smug to listen “She knows better.” She rolled her eyes at his response “You clearly don’t know her like I do and that’s- I mean it’s not a dig at you.”

Dominics nimble digits enclosed around her slim waist, grabbing it and ruffling up her tight red dress to pull her into him. My heart dropped into my stomach, feeling a sickness coming over me.

He doesn’t stop there, he’s nearing his face towards her neck and then by her ear. Sabine is startled by his actions “Dominic! What are you—“ he cuts her off “She’s trying to get a rise out of us Sabine. Can’t you tell? So let’s beat her at her own game.”

Any other time the sight of them would’ve weakened me at my knees but this time it angers me. I bite down on my teeth, seeing red in my eyes as I allow my vampiric visage to take over my human form.

If this is the route they were willing to go then so be it. I knew how much this night club meant to Sabine. I helped her set it up. The main thing she wanted was a safe place without violence…

Too bad it’ll be another promise I was breaking and she broke plenty.

I turn around, grabbing the first man I see. I tug his broad frame into me, forcing his head to the side as I tear inside his neck viscously.

“𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅”

The woman sings through the speaker, her wording so ironic and fitting for every moment. What a perfect song choice, I thought as I’m tearing into him. His hands attempting to push me away.

Oh fear…

It’s settling into him and bringing the man great anxiety. His panic is settling in, I can hear it from how fast his heart thumps inside his chest.

“Alice?!” Caleb called me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Stop it, Alice! Let him go!” What makes him think I’d listen? I continued to suck his crimson into the warm caverns of my mouth. His heart rate slows, body growing weak and almost limp. “God damn it, Alice! Let. Him. Go!” Caleb snapped at me, I rolled my eyes at him as I tear my fangs away from the mans neck.]

Fine. I’ll let him go.

[My lips spread into a smirk as I push the man. He stumbled back with very little strength, falling into the glass. The impact causing him to shatter it and fall right through. He was dead the moment he hit the floor with a hard splat that would only fall on vampiric ears.

His body dropped almost right in front of Dominic and Sabine who were surrounded by other humans.

The humans screamed, startled by what happened in front of them. They didn’t see me tearing into him but they did see him “drunkenly” stumble into the window and fall through.

I witness the hurt coming over Sabine, it’s all over her face. I caught her off guard. She would’ve never thought I’d go this far. Not with something she cared about.

Though she was no fool.

She suspected I changed along with every one else. She was wondering how much…

I was after power and revenge.

I wanted to take back what the people I had loved took from me and that being my strength.

If I hurt, so should they.

Regrettably I had not only hurt them. I hurt Caleb too in this cross fire. I brought him here carelessly as a pawn but I made him to understand me. He has no choice but to.

From the shared looks in Sabine and Dominic eyes I know they saw what I did for what it was.

An act of war

And I am far from done.]

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Twisted Instinct [LMK]

Summary: Mac offer’s Fang a means to survival. Day 3 - Twisted for Starsfic’s prompt list!

“Run” Those words were the first and last she’d heard as her heart practically drummed in her ears as she worked to keep a steady pace, all the while hauling ass through the woods she was in right now. She could practically feel the shadows bearing down on her, looking back might as well have been her end as she kept her gaze ahead. Leaping bounds across streams and swinging under branches low enough to give her any push. But of course she’d never make it to the boundary, even with that sliver of promised green at the end. Because she knew, In that you can’t outrun your shadow.

Suddenly something snared her ankle and caused her to clash and tumble against the ground, rolling down a slope until she hit the trunk of a thick tree where she finally came to a stop. A pained cry escaped her as she tried to make sense of her rattled brain, all the while something flared up her leg, forcing her to come to a lot quicker than she’d like. Something snapped nearby and her breath hitched, that adrenaline still in her veins as she tried to drag herself up. Only to cry out again as her foot twisted from under her, forcing her down again. A small whimper escaped her as the white spots in her eyes danced along the grove she’d been trying to reach. So close yet so far… Another noise, a shift in the shadows, and her heart quickened. ‘Move, MOVE!! MOVE!!!’ That instinct of flight and fear overtook her mind as she tried to push herself ahead. Going so far as to drag herself onto her knuckles and limp on all fours, anything to reach that boundary. Of course if it had been that easy she wouldn’t have made the mad dash there in the first place and left herself such a ragged mess. It was never that easy, especially not when he was involved.

Macaque always did like to take his time after all…

Just as it seemed like she’d almost made it,  her goal within reach by a few feet, something collided with her back and sent her right back into the earth. And she was left to struggle under the weight with a frantic cry, trying to push them off but to no avail. “Gotta be faster than that kid.” They tsk’d. Sounding disappointed. How dare he...she was the fastest cloud racer in the west!! She’d soared past plenty before, how dare he mock her for trying to escape the very thing no other possibly could but him??? “N-not..fair..” She grunted, wheezing and spitting out dirt. “Hoh? Not fair??” Something pressed into the dip between her back, forcing another cry out of her as something shoved her head into the ground as they reared their ugly mug close to her’s. “Life’s never fair lil peach..you should’ve learned that by now.”

Tears pricked her eyes as she let out a small whine. Bracing for the inevitable conclusion that would come from it all. It was a long time coming after all, especially after how she’d fought him before...it had left quite a brittle bridge between them, burnt and cracked with very little to repair. Smashed by her hand of course, as he had pushed her to…

That night had been one she’d never forget, having summoned a spark of her Dharma for the very first time in order to defend against Macaque and save her father from that horrid demon prison he had ensnared Wukong in through her kidnapping.

The look on Macaque’s face had been priceless to her as she’d beat him at his own game of surprises. Even as she screamed with rage over his betrayal to her trust, all the while watching him slink back into the shadows while her father consoled her...it hadn’t felt anywhere satisfying to her having lost what little connection she’d had to her Uncle Maca that day.

Never again however had she looked back across that bridge he’d clearly wanted no part of owning his share of…

And yet here he was, back to finish the job she never did.

“Just make it quick…” She didn’t have the boldness like her father did to stare her executioner in the eye. Then again there were many things she didn’t have of his. The strength to lift mountains and carry the weight of many on his shoulders, all the while speeding across the lands at a moment's notice. No hesitation, no fear, just the spirit of a warrior who knew how to finish a fight faster than start one. She was nowhere near those things...strong and quick, but not as much as one needed to be to avoid the wraith of a vengeful Macaque.

Just as she’d been anticipating the strike to do her in, a chuckle escaped her captor, and a flutter of something she couldn’t quite grasp squirmed restless in her heart. “Now why would I go and do that?~ When I’d much rather take it slow…” He laughed. Suddenly that weight pinning her down removed itself and she found herself staring up at that same face that had once stared up at her.

“You’re never going to become strong if you keep to the path you’re on right now...look at you..can barely limp to save your life.” His golden gaze still held that embedded fury in it. It practically made her shrink with it bearing down on her. “How much longer do you think it will be until someone stronger comes along and takes you down huh?” He squatted himself down to her level, squinting. “You call yourself a hero but you can’t even save half the people you want to…” That got a rise out of her, flashbacks to villages swallowed into the flames of greedy pillagers and demons alike. Where she was but all able to save a small handful of people from the wraith while doing all she could to defend herself from it all… “You’re never going to become his successor if you keep on that peaceful little path he raised you on…” He sneered, “You want power...you need to learn it from someone who won’t dance around you with a mercy coated fist. Your old man might be strong, but he never taught you how the real world works. Just how to sit around and pick the seeds out of fruit.” Macaque to her had always been a grungy old monkey who kept to himself and just messed with her because he had nothing better to do. Sometimes he offered up little tales of the past, even told a few mean spirited jokes but she’d seen him almost as family despite the way he shielded himself from the world. From her... “And you can?...” Fang glanced up at him, unsure in her tone. The two exchanged a brief bout of silence before he was the first to look away and stand himself up. “If that’s something you think you can handle..” He quirked a brow down at her.

Now she understood. The taunts, the occasional bouts of sparring whenever her father wasn’t around. Even when he’d stolen her away at the sake of getting back at her dad… He was just testing her, just like he was now. Only now her dad wasn’t around for her to say no.

Right then he seemed to turn away, not waiting for her answer anymore as he began to pace off elsewhere. And she realized her chance was fleeting, “W-wait!..” She called, trying to pick herself up to follow, but her ankle forced her to stumble and lag.

“It’s just a twisted ankle, walk it off. Unless you’d rather be left behind…” He warned.

And that was the first lesson she learned.

That it was every monkey for themselves when it came to the wilds.

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My commander decks, Pt. 2

I don’t like leaving these two-parters open for too long, so I’m gonna nip this one in the bud now.

Zada, Hedron Grinder- Mono-Red Storm/Tokens

My Zada deck came from having played a weird Red/Green Werewolves/Zada Aggro/Combo deck in Shadows over Innistrad standard, and then getting to come back to it some time later since a lot of those cards took a really long time to rotate out for some reason. The deck was, admittedly, kind of a pile, but it was huge fun and could just kill people out of nowhere. This commander deck, based on a very well-put-together list on tappedout, spawned from how much I ended up loving Zada, with her unique effect lending surprisingly well to an all-in combo deck. 

This deck doesn’t come out of the box very often, and for pretty good reason. Not a lot of people appreciate getting combo’d off against, especially when it’s as loose and indeterminate as this deck is, and there is just so much math involved that even piloting it can become a pain. It’s incredibly powerful, being fragile in some ways but resilient in ways you wouldn’t expect. It’s actually probably the closest thing to a cEDH deck I have, though it would obviously stand no chance at an actually competitive table.

The deck, at this point, has deviated pretty heavily from the primer it was based on, both since I don’t want to buy overpriced cards that aren’t significant upgrades and because I have some jankier effects I wanted to play (also, because that list has been consistently updated and mine hasn’t). I’ve had it called a Goblins deck, and while there are a lot of Goblin cards in it (I mean, Goblin Matron is there), it actually kinda gets under my skin when people do that. It’s not a Goblin deck, Goblins just happen to be really good at making tokens! I don’t really like Goblins. (Zada is an exception.)

 Basandra, Battle Seraph- Boros Forced Combat/Pillowfort

Basandra was one of four decks I built after I got really bored, hit Random 4 times on EDHRec, and designed four decks based on the results. While I did end up proxying up 2 of the others (Seizan Mono-B Group Sl/hug, DL Atarka Dragons/Panharmonicon), Basandra was the only one that resonated with me enough to want to build it for real. It represents to me the possibilities of Boros beyond just aggro and the handful of archetypes the colour pair has been crumbed over the years.

It also happens to be a pretty political deck. While the plan of making people fight each other instead of me is all well and good, in a perfect situation you’re still going to have one more opponent left to deal with. The deck is pretty light in ways to actually win the game, although having a Flying commander does help a little bit (See, she does do something!). With that said, I’ve played the deck enough times to have racked up a few wins, so it’s far from helpless, and the random hate pieces that are mostly in to keep people from going over my defences can just lock some decks out of the game. (If you’re a deck that loses to Aven Mindcensor then you deserve to lose to Aven Mindcensor, sorry)

I really enjoy the Thalia’s Lancers package. Tutors like this and like Mwonvuli Beast Tracker in the Radha deck are fun to build around, with the right combination of cards letting them turn into mini toolboxes. In this deck, the Lancers can find land, ramp, removal, pillowfort effects, card draw, making them extremely versatile. While I am generally opposed to tutors, Lancers get a pass.

 O-Kagachi, Vengeful Kami- 5-Colour Spirit Tribal/Cast Triggers

This deck is stupid bad but it’s built around a bunch of silly cards that I love. The spirits of Kamigawa look and feel bizarre, but in an elegant way- they’re off in their own little world, doing whatever, while the rest of the game happens around them.

Unfortunately, most of them kinda suck. There’s a reason I didn’t build around Soulshift, and it’s not because I’d die to Rest in Peace.

This deck, therefore, is an eclectic collection of spirits, good and bad, with the stated goal of finding enough cost reduction to start loop-casting members of the -Onna cycle, generating value through “whenever you cast a Spirit or Arcane spell…” effects. Getting to this point, however, is it’s own endeavour. The deck is desperately in need of a rebuild, with way too high a curve and not enough ramp to support itself. The deck includes the entirety of the Myojin cycle, all 5 Dragon Spirits, and all 3 pieces of Iname- not to mention, most of the Spirits that actually have good effects are fairly mana-hungry themselves. Even the manabase is a bit silly, though I have gotten away with proxying fetches and shocks since the deck doesn’t need any help flopping.

When the deck does get going, though, it can get pretty out of hand. Literally, in fact-the deck can rip through people’s hands and occasionally lands, but the cards doing so are so expensive and bad that it feels more earned than just dropping Narset/Windfall or Armageddon. No-one can stay mad when they lose to Myojin of Infinite Rage, since the Myojin is the one with all the Rage. It can be resilient as well, with great recursion effects such as Karador and Iname, Life Aspect just happening to be Spirits. It’s still not good, but it’s something.

 Gonti, Lord of Luxury- Mono-Black Theft/Control

Like Zada, Gonti spawned from a standard deck I enjoyed playing, in this case the Azor’s Gateway Mono-Black Control deck I piloted to surprising success for a long time. A fair few cards in the deck come directly from that list, including the incredibly water-damaged Torment of Hailfire and some of the weirdo one ofs like Tetzimoc and Liliana, Death’s Majesty. The deck is grindier than anything, with incremental draw being the name of the game and murdering opponent’s threats the subtitle. Gonti, in addition to being one of my favourite cards of all time, supports Mono-Black Control quite well, being able to grab answers to things that would normally be pretty difficult for mono-B to handle off of other people’s decks, or creating synergies where no-one expects them. As a result, while there’s not as many of this type of effect as many Gonti decks, there is still some amount of cards that let Gonti re-enter than most decks they helm, there’s still a fair few ways to do so.

Theft is not a particularly well-supported strategy, especially in Black, but it serves to add replayability and versatility to the deck. The deck doesn’t play a huge number of threats, and most of the ones that it does are those that add to the steady value train or that double as something else. I haven’t quite committed to putting Praetor’s Grasp in, but I’m thinking about it. I also opted not to add in the new hotness of Opposition Agent, because as it turns out that’s not the kind of magic I want to play, and with a full hand and frequent planeswalkers on the board I don’t really need to go out of my way to generate more hate.

Playing this deck does harken back to that old standard deck, thinking ahead about which cards I need to keep around to answer certain threats I guess are coming up, and getting unexpected surprises off the top of my opponent’s library to win in unexpected ways (I once Gonti’d a Radiant Destiny off of my opponent’s Vampire deck, realised between Gonti and a few Gifteds I had a pile of Aetherborn cooking, and beat them down with that). Control is far from my favourite deck archetype, but it’s nice to have the option there if I want it.

 Hallar, the Firefletcher- Gruul Kicker

My Hallar deck was given to me as part of the EDH subreddit’s Secret Santa, the maybe only year it was ran, and it still shows some evidence of the budget limit that exchange carried. While I have done my best to improve on it and diversify it, there’s really only so much one can do with such a narrow commander.

With that said, it’s not like the deck is bad. Especially since the addition of more Kicker cards in Zendikar Rising, Hallar has more option to choose from, and they can get burning very quickly. From what I’ve seen, however, most Hallar decks build around cheap Kicker costs, trying to trigger their ability as many times as possible as quickly as possible. And while some of these cheaper cards are of course present in my list, I chose to instead play some of the other bigger kicker cards, along with more ramp, to help spread the attention away from Hallar as needed and to give the deck something to do if they start costing upwards of 10 mana. I’m not convinced this added resilience is the correct path, but it’s my path, and the deck performs admirably even faced against substantially more expensive lists.

 With that, I have listed all of my current commander decks. While I have a few in the build process, maybe I should stop? Because 10 is likely enough. Either way, I hope you enjoyed reading about what and why these decks are, and I hope to see you on the other side of a table soon. (I won’t play Zada game one, promise.)

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ive watched a few other film reviews and comparisons with the 1989 film of Pet Sematary. Spoilers yknow

maybe they rewrote the script a few times, but films usually have cohesion despite multiple changes during filming and rewrites. The pacing felt rushed in the third act, and the Burial Grounds in the Little God Swamp essential became a fast pass for quick-resurrections r’us. I much preferred the suspense of the original film (omit the bad acting because it was made up for with creepy ambiance)

I don’t really get where people go “oh, it’s hard to make a toddler act in a horror film”. Miko Hughes did a great portrayal of Gage, and the Lavoie twins in the 2019 remake did good in the few scenes they caught - I wished they did more with the creepy Gage supernatural psychic child.

But where do people get the “oh, a toddler isn’t that creepy. You just overpower them, and that’s no big deal” Did these asswipes not read the book? Gage post-reanimation wasn’t a legitimate threat to people he encountered, or whoever knew he could’ve been dangerous. He was dangerous because he gave everybody fucked hallucinations and had Churchill to help take out the main threat - Judd. He disarmed his mother with more fuck all ptsd about Zelda, then when grief stricken Rachel goes to hug her baby - she doesn’t really fathom if he’s real or not - she’s RachelStoppedWorking.exe

Yeah, toddlers you can overpower. But how ‘bout we stick a fucked Wendigo monster in this babus body and he’s gonna fry your brain with grief beyond comprehension. By the end of the book and the 1989 movie, after Louis has dealt with all this supernatural bs, he’s a crispy dish of fucked noodles.  AND HE WAS A MAN OF SCIENCE AND MEDICINE WITH NO FUCKS FOR OTHER WORDILY NONSENSE. I’d like to see how a brave bro-dude, who can’t handle an open closet, deals with sin-toddler. The entity from the burial grounds has vision into your darkest secrets, and it’s all over that juicy gossip.

But that’s why Gage was a frightening presence in the original film, for one, this beautiful sweet cinnamon bun to pure for this world died, and then comes back to fuck up your day and murder. And there’s an ambiguous edge to that concept, we as the spectator don’t grasp what has possessed those that return from the burial grounds. It’s the Wendigo, whatever, but why did it curse the land, what was it’s initial motive? The burial grounds weren’t initially evil, and they were used to bring back benign if not ultra passive creatures - still eerie and fucked up, but typically harmless until later years as the grounds were - as I call - abused. But the grounds were cursed, and the more creatures (or people) buried there, the more toxic and sour the resurrected become - that was a take I grasped, since people were using the burial site up until Jud and... Spot.

In the new 2019 version, the deceased child is Ellie and her capture of this entity isn’t as potent as the original film. A few, like I, took it as Ellie was pissed and vengeful that she was reanimated against her wishes, and that was the reason for her evil streak. Also, much rage over that Louis saved Gage over her, btw ⁿᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ. True, that could just be a misdirection on Ellie’s part, but it didn’t have the ambiguous edge like zombie Gage offered. Ellie’s character was a very explain reasons of her nefarious plot, and I go, “yeah, sure. Don’t really care if you have alternative motives for being an evil bean. Kill these people, I’m done.” I couldn’t really be bothered to grasp IF there was an alternative motive to her evil, aside from recruiting her whole fam into the undead cult.

Another point of the original film and the book, Louis loses his damn marbles. And events surrounding his mission to take Gage to the burial site are more blessed through his journey, rather than he having direct influence. The 2019 film, Louis was very involved, he had to do everything himself, and there was very limited presence from the spirit Wendigo - aside from a hello neighbor cameo out yonder. 

In the original, by the Act III, we think - all right. Louis has got his shit together, he’s headed over to Judd’s and he’s gonna end this madness. He’ll fix this. Only for Louis to haul Rachel out to the burial grounds to “third times the charm” this jinx. But in the remake, Louis isn’t ever under the true influence of the Wendigo, and he snaps back to sanity - or stays sane - throughout his confrontation with Ellie. So we don’t really get a fulfilling character ark - he’s dies, anticlimactically. And you expect that to happen, because what else could possibly happen? Louis learned his lesson; what else would there be? Have a riveting action packed adventure of trying to locate and end his own, murder wife, out in the fog filled swamp? That would’ve been exciting and suspenseful, I guess. It would’ve fit the theme of jump scares prevalent in new age horror.

Boo. Loud noise. Scary. 

I would’ve been really impressed if, given the changes and build in the initial lead, if more was done with Rachel’s character. Given, that she was a direct influence for Zelda’s death, and how she perceived herself; how death and Zelda’s demise haunted her all these years. There could’ve been great evolution for Rachel, having to be the one to kill her own daughter; after years blaming herself for Zelda. It could’ve been great, the film could’ve had a hay day with that direction. But it didn’t.

That’s why I say the script must’ve been re-written a few times during production. By the build, it seemed they had an idea for a direction and motifs to explore, had a powerful concept to delve through with those original ideals for grief and acceptance due to a quaking loss. But the dissolving climax had this cop out for something so boring and cliche, and I didn’t get the sense of haunting tragedy the original film masterfully conveyed.

The 1989 films acting was trash, but it had impacting moments. And it left me wanting to rewatch the original, with a hope that perhaps this time, the ending will be different. 

[farronheit]

If you love puns and humor

then you seriously need to take a look at some of XIV’s quest names they make me so mad this game is like a giant shitpost

 (I Just) Died in Six Arms Tonight

A Tankless Job

A Total Nut Job

An Eft for Effort

An Eggcellent Disguise

Around     the Realm and Back Again

Asah, I     Came, I Conquered

Attack on Titanium

Beautiful Youngling Too Good for this World, Too     Pure

Boom Goes the Ceruleum

Call     Me Mating

Call Me, Mayhaps

Can't Sleep, Inquisitors Will Eat Me

Careless Whiskers

Coeurls Chase Boys Chase Coeurls

D Is for Dead

Dance Dance Diplomacy

Dead or     Sumfin' Like It

Do Angry Pirates Dream

Doing It     the Bard Way

Don't     Hit Me Baby One More Time

Don't     Trust Anyone over Sixty

Dragoon Age

Dragoon Age II

Drop Dead Shiva

Duty and the Beast

Eft for Dead

Eggcelsior

Eggsceptional Hunting

Eggsemplary Hunting

Eggspialidocious

Eggstract and Eggspedite

Eggstraordinary Hunting

Eggstravagant Hunting

Eggstreme Hunting

Elephant in the Brume

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magitek

Ewer Right

Fate Is     a Fecal Mistress

Fifty Shades of Yellow

Fifty     Shields of Blades

Fortune Favors the Bole

Fry Me a River

Full Metal Alchemist

Giant Enemy Crab

Going     for Goat

Harder, Bigger, Faster, Stronger

Have I     Toad You Lately

Hearth Maul

Hey Soul Crystal

Hold for Customer Support

How Low     Can You Go

How to     Cane Your Dragon

How to     Feed Your Dragon

How to     Train Your Warrior

I Believe     Fish Can Fly

I     Believe I Can Fly

I     Believe You Can Fly

Ice Ice Daily

I'd     Rather Be Cannon Fodder

If You Believe in Love after Life

Ifrit Ain't Broke

Ifrit     Bleeds, We Can Kill It

I'm a Lumberjack and I'm Okay

Imagine Dragon

In for Garuda     Awakening

Inspector Hatchet

It's Better (for You) Under the     Sea

It's Probably Pirates

It's Probably Not Pirates

It’s possibly a Primal

It's Definitely Pirates

It's Not Lupus (enemyis a giant crab, the achivement is called ‚Full Remission‘)

It's the     Circlet of Life

Keeping Claw and Order

Keeping     Up with the Aliapohs

Kumite

Kumite Kumite

Kumite Kumite Kumite

Let it Go

Let Me     Gubal That for You

Let’s talk about Sects

Let's Talk about Hex

Men Who See Goats

Metal Gears Revengeance

Metal Gears Revengeance 2

Metal Gears Rising

Mine and Craft

More Inventory Slots, Please

Most Adorable Death Ever

Negative, They Are Meat Popsicles

Nest Side Story

Oh My Gourd

Ohohohohoho!

Open     Your Grimoire to Page 42

Parasite Cleave

Permit for Destruction of Religious Property

Point     Them with the Sticky End

Quake Me Up Before You O'Ghomoro

Rage against the Machinists

Red Stead Redemption

Return of the Yeti

Revenge of the Vengeful     Revengeance

Rodents of Unusual Size

Rogue on the Water

Saving Bessy

Sharknado

Short-lived, the Queen

Shut Up Already

Simply the Biast

Simply to Dye For

Sir,     Dost Thou Even Heft

Sirius Business

Smells Like Team Spirit

Smells Like Tree Spirit

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

So You Think You Can Ride This Chocobo

Someone     Put Dung in My Helmet

Sometimes the South Wins

Special Tarasque Force

   Sprite       Club

   Stick them with the pointy end

   Stroking the Haft

   Sundrop the Beat

   Taking       It to the Streams

 The Creeps from Work

A Little Constructive Exorcism

The Eggs Files

The     Fault in Our Cards

The Impossible Girl

The     Knight and the Maiden Fair

The Moral of the Coral

The Nightsoil     Is Dark and Full of Terrors 

The     Things We Do for Cheese

The     Things We Do for Tea

Things Are Getting Sirius

Thok Around the Clock

Toadskins of the Father

Wear Your Patriotic Pin

What Do You Mean You Forgot the Wine

What Is Love

Who Let     the Bombs Out

Who Was     That Man in Black

Why So Sirius

Winter is Coming

Wyvern Let Die

Yellow Is the New Black

You Have Selected Regicide

You Put     Your Left Hand In

You Shall Not Trespass

[unhingedsea]

BlueNecromancy drabble.

Day by day, night by night, the feeling of dread never seems to stop, never seems to go away. I know what I have to do. But even with the knowledge, the will to do those things, what stays within my shadow still remains. Time after time, no matter if seconds, or hours go by, I can feel it’s ice cold breath breathing down my neck. They’re angry at me, and rightly so. A monster such as myself can never escape what I’ve done. No matter if I granted infinite wishes, the stain of what i did will remain for eternity. The sea will continue to be hurt, but I must stop it, I must stop the sea’s hurting before I can even think about the hurting that I live in. Even if I bound to crutches, or a wheelchair, using a machine for support, I will continue and continue until the sea is back to what it once was. A peaceful kingdom that everyone loved. What it should and always had been. If it takes years so be it, months so be it, I will take all the time in the world even if it leaves me a broken mess unable to enjoy the aftermath. Others can enjoy it, so that is all that will matter to me by the end of it all.

But I can sense them. Sense each and everyone around me, they are angry, I must find a way to cleanse the sea, cleanse it from the angry spirits that may roam it. Make peace with the dead, then I can think about moving forward a little. Otherwise, what would be the point of all of this, what would be the point of even coming here if you’re greeted with angry spirits that won’t rest until the failure excuse of a witch comes forward and accepts the mistakes she has made and makes up with them for it. I have to look each and every one in their angry eyes, I will take full responsiblity, full judgement that they gave me. Even if they yelled in my ears for hours upon hours, I would listen to each and every word in order to listen to their anger cries. They deserve to speak their mind to me, I can not express enough even in this dark dark pit of despair that I am, how much I am sorry for everything that I did. Sorry for trusting that BASTARD OF A SHARK. For causing so much madness, for causing so much hate and misery to so many of my friends and even familiars. I only wish I could see Samekichi right now and express how sorry i am. Even if he flips me off and tells me to fuck off I would gladly. Long as I know I tried to make peace, then that will mean the world to me. Even to this sorry excuse of me. As I’m unfit to even protect the sea. I’d leave if someone else came along and did a far better job then I ever could...But sadly, that day will never come, so I have to protect the sea, and I’ll be sure it goes back to being what it once was. A lovely peaceful sea kingdom.

So prepare yourselves. The ride for me is far from over, and it won’t be a long time. I suspect to meet a ton of vengeful spirits that would rather see me dead then see me speaking to them. I bet they wish they could straight up murder me right here and now, and I’d gladly take it, if the protection of the sea wasn’t at risk. I know I’m not the right sort of this, but if it’s my last effort as a witch, I’ll be glad knowing, even if I’m hated and written off for it, that the sea is back to normal. Please. I know you’re full of rage spirits. But. I’m here not as the mad struck pile of shit any more. I’m rebuilding what was me, putting every piece slowly as possible into the broken mess of a puzzle that is Wadanohara. I am here to help you, I will free your spirit so you can rest in piece. Thank you for listening to a monster rabble on and on about all of this. I hope to update you if things progress. Thank you.

        Signed. By a broken piece of embarrassment. In Wadanohara.