#Principal Wells

[crimescrimson]

Max Changing History in Life Is Strange (2015): Jefferson Studies His Work & Jefferson's Ruined Photos | An Officer Dines & The Police Storm The Dark Room | Kate's Plan & Jefferson Arrested | Kate's Agony & Rachel's Body Discovered | Chloe's Grief & Max's Victory | Chloe's Third Shot & Max Packs | Max In The Dark Room & Max Leaves Blackwell | Max's Psychological Torture & Max In San Francisco | Max Rips Her Photograph so Jefferson Burns The Photos

[arcadiabaytornado]

Principal Well’s is an interesting character because he’s both a victim and a preparator of a shitty system designed to help no one but the rich. 

Despite Nathan’s long and documented history of erratic behavior on school grounds, Wells is quick to dismiss Max’s allegation against him. Not because he has any reason to think it didn’t happen, but because the Prescott family is a donor to the school, and punishing Nathan for waving a gun around would mean kissing that money goodbye.

There is unfortunately nuance to the situation. Due to the “joys” of capitalism, Blackwell does need that donation money to stay afloat. They’re a private institution, and are already having money problems even with the cash the Prescott's are giving them. That mean’s Well’s is in a situation where he has to choose between rightfully disciplining Nathan, or very possibly having to shut down the entire school, which would not just affect him but also the student’s and faculty. 

HOWEVER, Well’s isn’t just the victim of a bad system that is designed to let rich people get away with terrible things. He’s also complicate in it. 

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The second Max makes a very concerning allegation he dismisses it and reminds her of how much the Prescott's donate to the school. Then when Max approach's him a day later, he dismisses her before she even gets the chance to speak. THEN, he fully throws his weight behind Nathan by saying he “doesn’t blame” him for being upset that Max had the “nerve” to let an authority figure know that someone dangerous was on campus. THEN, he has the nerve to insinuate that Max is being overdramatic by saying she’s scared, and he likely insinuates that because he’s worried about Blackwell’s reputation rather than Max’s feelings. 

Well’s is a really interesting character. He’s a man who has turned to alcohol to deal the stress of trying to keep his school afloat while also admitting that he has a weakness for prestige. He hires famous people like Mark Jefferson, get’s the best possible equipment for his school, and decorates his office with luxury, but all of that just makes him more dependent on his corrupt donor’s. He’s an interesting depiction of capitalism and how people are both played and play into the system, and as always I think LIS portrays this topic really well! 

[lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes]

Principal Wells: You're currently failing your ethics class.

Nathan: *slides $2000 across the desk* How about now?

[chloe-caulfield94]

Bay Max as a modern-day sin-eater

Sin-eating was a religious ritual practiced in various times and places, including the 17th and 18th century British countryside. The ritual was performed shortly after a person’s death. A piece of bread was placed on the body of the deceased, to absorb the sins they committed throughout their life. The bread was later eaten by a person designated to be the sin-eater. The purpose of this was to free the deceased from the burden of their own sins, so that they could go to heaven. But the burden of their evil deeds would not be lost. It would instead be transferred to the sin-eater, who would have to answer for someone else’s sins upon their death.

I can’t help but see Bay Max sacrificing Chloe as Max acting in the role of a sin-eater, consuming the many sins of the dwellers of Arcadia Bay.

I think the discussion surrounding the question if Max is responsible for the coming of the Storm misses one important fact – Max rewinding time to save Chloe from being murdered on Monday was just a last link in a long chain of events. Max only reacted to things that had been in motion for years.

The seed of the Storm is not Max’s noble instinct to save a stranger’s life. The seeds of the Storm are the sins of the dwellers of Arcadia Bay.

Mark Jefferson choosing to derive sick pleasure from the suffering of others.

Nathan Prescott choosing to become an accomplice in Jefferson’s crimes.

Nathan Prescott acquiring such a taste for Jefferson’s repulsive “art” that he chose to perform photo sessions of his own, with Rachel and Chloe as his models. Nathan choosing to attempt a photo session with Chloe even after he overdosed Rachel, clearly not bothered by the possibility of overdosing another girl.

Frank Bowers selling drugs to underage school kids. Frank selling sedatives to a teenage boy known for violent outbursts, even though anyone with half a brain would suspect he needs them to date rape someone.

Victoria Chase, witnessing something that any rational observer would deem to be a date rape in progress, but instead of putting a stop to it, choosing to laugh and record. Victoria choosing to lie that Kate got herself drunk, even though she knew Nathan “hooked up” Kate with “good shit”.

Principal Wells choosing to sweep Nathan’s violent outbursts under the rug, in exchange for bribes.

ABPD officers taking bribes from Sean Prescott to look the other way when Nathan peddled drugs at school.

Hatred, disdain for others, cruelty, callousness. Over the years, they accumulated and created a perfect storm. A storm which could be stopped. But it required two things:

Firstly, a sacrifice in the form of a girl who never chose to hurt someone else, but who often chose to hurt herself. And who was willing to choose to hurt herself that one final time. Chloe was called upon by cruel fate to serve as this sacrifice.

Secondly, a sin-eater who would accept the crushing weight of all that evil on her shoulders. Who would carry the incomprehensibly heavy burden of the sins of others for the rest of her life. Max was chosen by cruel fate to perform that task.

Should Max choose to willingly consume the sins of Arcadia Bay, the town would be spared. Nathan and Sean Prescott, Frank and principal Wells would live. Victoria, Steph and Mikey would continue their lives, without tasting the bitterness of loss. Unaware that Max is carrying on her shoulders the grief and sorrow they should be experiencing. And Max would be left wondering what could’ve been if she hadn’t taken her love and friendship back at the last moment.

Why would anyone choose to become a sin-eater? In the times and places where that ritual was practiced, was being a sin-eater a respectable calling? Where people like that appreciated for their utmost sacrifice?

No! Sin-eaters were recruited exclusively from among those most reviled by society. Almost always they were beggars, so desperate in their poverty that they were willing to damn their souls in exchange for a dirty six pence coin and a piece of bread. Because with an empty stomach now, it’s very difficult to think about what comes in the afterlife. There was no gratitude, only disdain for the sin-eaters of old. Just like there would be no gratitude for Max, who would have to suffer in silence for the rest of her days.

Why would Max trade her very soul for a dirty six pence coin? At the moment she makes her final choice, she’s already the richest person in her world. Because in her hands, she holds the greatest treasure that anyone can ever discover – love.

By going back to Monday and erasing the events of the week, Max would simultaneously:

Discard the greatest treasure – love.

Accept on her shoulders the most crushing of burdens – the sins of other people.

Why would anyone choose such a fate?

I know that the theme of innocents suffering to expiate the sins of others is present in many cultures. We are conditioned to see it as something noble. But I can’t see it that way.

If I did something truly evil, something deserving of a punishment, the last thing I would want would be for someone innocent to suffer that punishment for me. That wouldn’t wash away my sin. It would make it much, much worse. My guilty conscience wouldn’t be relieved. It would torment me twice as hard. There’s a saying attributed to emperor Justinian the Great, that it is better for someone guilty to walk free than for someone innocent to be punished. The thought of someone innocent being punished for the sins of others offends my sense of right and wrong on a fundamental level.

I find nothing noble or heroic about two teenage girls being punished for the evil of others. The mere thought of it I find revolting.

[whatsjulietslastname]

Tbh I stole that without hesitating a second and here’s why:

First of all I was angry at Principal Wells at that point because he was being such a dickhead after Kate’s suicide attempt that the second I got into his office I spent a suspicious amount of time wandering around wondering if I could mess with his things so as soon as Chloe suggested stealing his money I immediately said yes.

And second of all this is so obviously not ‘disabled fund’ because why would he keep that in a drawer in his desk? Like, if you want to use this money to actually build something in your school to help the disabled students, you keep it in a bank? And it’s not even a check, it’s actual cash, which probably means someone handed it to him? (I wOnDeR wHo) Plus, it’s written « handicapped fund » with quotations quotes, if you read the subtitles. And guess who’s buying the principal’s silence? Oh yeah, right, the Prescott. Not to mention we’ve just seen Nathan’s hidden files in Wells’ computer like two seconds ago.

And by the way, in the alternate timeline, principal Wells send a letter to the Price saying the school can’t welcome Chloe because it doesn’t have the amenities (I have no clue if it’s the right word but yeah) for her to study there but? In this timeline they obviously didn’t steal the money so…? Yeah, he’s not using it for the disabled, sorry.

That’s why it’s funny to me that Max feels regretful afterwards because I don’t lmao. Be gay do crimes, girls.

[mozart-in-a-gokart]

Just Tell Him

[am-i-dead]

is this too on the nose?

[mallowjiccesyt]

Life Is Strange Remastered - Part 20 [PC]  

Max brought herself into an alternate reality. Everyone and everything is different, even Chloe is... a lot different. 

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[ylissebian]

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL 👽🥀

[ghoulsbounty]

making this for @coolranchdavidian and their post about Lee's...pants 🐍

[fiveredlights]

Enchanté x MV33

chapter three - summer break

“Maybe he should make a Max collection, a little embroidered 33 branded over his heart, a physical manifestation of what he’s been keeping inside for years.”

chapter five - post 2028

[crimescrimson]

Life is Strange (2015) & Each Optional Conversation Character [3/3]: Cop | Principal Wells | Zachary | Courtney | David | Warren | Sarah | Logan

[leosulfurous]

Good day to all the unironic active Captain underpants enjoyers on here (hi to all 7 of you) I realised I hadn’t drawn fanart or a thing in a while and I wanted to redraw some book illustrations that I liked so have these small lil doodles

(original illustrations under the cut)

Also here’s a scratchy doodle that I just drew for fun unrelated to the illustrations, epic heist fail

[lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes]

Chloe: I can explain.

Principal Wells: Can you?

Chloe: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

[chloe-caulfield94]

A Miracle I Chose Not to Perform - a LiS fan poem

On a surprisingly sunny and warm day in October

a genuine miracle was about to happen

In spite of the consequences of their actions

(and fitting conclusions to their character arcs)

emerging from the ocean and coming their way

the following wonderful people would be spared:

A promising young artist would be allowed

to keep making his haunting works

after just a brief three year stay

in an institution run by those

who clearly fail to comprehend

that in pursuit of real art

sacrifices must be made

Some shallow graves simply need to be filled

with whores

I mean sluts

I mean models

if truth and beauty are to be discovered

An ambitious businessman would be allowed to keep

the spirit of entrepreneurship alive

by selling his intoxicatingly enticing wares

to the most challenging customers of all – schoolchildren

And I’m sure that such a nice, hard-working man

would soon find a new, suitably young match

to replace the one he killed with his product

One that would understand

that after a hard day’s work

(and tasting his own stash)

a “man” has the right to explode into a blind rage

A devoted school principal and brave boys in blue

would be allowed to keep supplementing their incomes

(which are absolutely inadequate, when you factor in how much they care about the people they teach, protect and serve)

with envelopes coming from

a pillar of local community

for keeping the young artist’s career

under wraps

A valued member of the student body

would be allowed to teach

many a more stuck-up prudes

a lesson using her phone camera

having never been made aware

that other people have feelings too

All those wonderfully revolting things

would be allowed to happen

for a low tall Price

of just one murdered girl

What is the murder of a single girl

if it allows the putrid entrails

of a scenic Oregon town

to keep on churning

An irrationally angry girl

who had the audacity to confront

the boy who'd merely roofied her

Big deal!

He only wanted to

do something beautiful to her

and he would have

had she not unceremoniously fled

while she was still alive

How rude!

But you can’t expect class

from a scholarship kid in tattered clothes

Forgive my sarcasm dripping from the page

I will now speak plainly

The miracle described above I chose not to perform

I decided that just this once

friendship

should carry more weight

than the cruelty of evildoers

One ghoul pierced her heart

with a bullet-tipped spear

Another placed a red crown of thorns

on her forehead

Conquering her fear she didn’t cry

„Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani”

No, instead she handed me

the final nail

and begged me to hammer it

so that others might live while she would die

But despite her bravery

in the face of oblivion

(or perhaps because of it)

a blue-winged seraph was sent down

to defend her life

Nobody would miss her

the promising artist said

and if I had let her cross be raised

I would’ve proven him right

Nothing ever is worth someone

being murdered

Nothing ever is worth someone

dying alone, abandoned, hopeless and afraid

And for that reason

unlike two millennia ago in Palestine

expiation was denied

to those who required it the most

but deserved it not

I made sure of that

by pulling the would-be Christ of Arcadia Bay

down from her cross

Even though two nails

had already been driven

her hands, feet, heart and brow

bear no holes

My supposed crime is digging out of her heart

a bullet fired by

the promising artist

Shouldn’t the fault lie with the one

who aimed the gun and pulled the trigger?

I never claimed to be a hero

and if saving a friend's life is a sin

then I’m the greatest sinner

(and unrepentant one at that)

Once you cut out all hope

from your own friend’s heart

and you nail their body to a cross

once you’re smiling over their coffin

bloody knife and hammer in your hands

once you selfishly reduce

the light of their life

to a memory locked away

in your brain

then you can judge me

But know that

I don’t care about the verdicts

of ghouls

Isn’t it written

that whoever saves a life

is considered to have saved

the whole world?

So by digging the bullet out of her heart

I saved her world

my world

our world

the world

She was the Price to be paid

for sparing Arcadia Bay

from its fate

I refused that bargain

because who in their right mind

would pay with the world

for a town?

All the fine people described at the begininng

casual in their cruelty

banal in their evil

learnt an important lesson

(and for some of them it was their last):

sometimes hatred and disdain sown

become a Storm reaped

So on an unsurprisingly cold and stormy day in October

the miracle turned out to be

how such a tiny town could've fit

so much cruelty

before it burst at the seams

and that the seeds of the Storm

sown by its dwellers every day

took that long to yield crop

[graynide]

just got 100 likes on twitter for a Captain Underpants pic and a quote wow