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kestalsblog · 2 months ago

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Stanman Movie Night Drabble 🎬🍿

The first time it happened, Eric's cluelessness over how to react was probably palpable. Kyle had chosen the movie for their group hang session, one of the only traditions they'd managed to uphold every other weekend since starting college. It was some cheap, poorly-filmed thriller with C-list actors and predictable jump cares. Halfway through it, Eric almost considered telling Kyle to shut it off because it was so just so amateurishly awful and corny, but that was when it happened.

The four of them were placed where they usually were: Kyle, Stan, and Cartman on the sofa respectively, while Kenny sprawled across the floor in front of them. It didn't matter whose place they chose (this time it was Eric's apartment); they always sat in this arrangement. Eric was so used to the pattern that he would've questioned a change by now, but what he wasn't used to was a particularly violent, loud scene sending Stan directly into his shoulder, almost his lap.

And not by a little bit, either. Stan had actually pivoted his entire body toward him and buried his face into his neck and shoulder a little to hide his eyes from what was happening on the screen. Eric froze as soon as he felt him there, wondering if anyone would say anything, but both Kyle and Kenny seemed absorbed in the murder scene. One of Stan's legs was raised, nudging Eric's thigh.

Meanwhile, Eric sat as still as a rock and tried to remember how to be human. Stan was one of his best friends. They'd known each other for-fucking-ever and had surely hugged a couple of times here and there, but he'd never known the guy to nestle into him like this.

If he concentrated closely enough, he could feel the flutter of Stan's eyelashes and lips against his neck.

"C'mon, man," Eric murmured when he worried Stan might begin to feel his temperature rising. "It's just a dumb movie."

Kyle and Kenny still weren't paying attention, their eyes glued to the screen as if they were witnessing a cinematic masterpiece. Eric was pretty sure he could see the "dead" girl onscreen breathing, not that he was paying attention to much else beside Stan's harsh breathing against him.

"S-Sorry," Stan muttered, withdrawing from him by an inch to settle back into his own spot. With him disappeared his woodsmoke-y, herbal scent. Figuring turning to look directly at him was too awkward, Eric side eyed him and saw that his skin was also pinkish, and his eyes were wide. He looked truly frightened. Cartman kind of felt sorry for him. He was the only one leaping every time something obviously fake and grotesque popped around the corner in the movie.

Question flitted through Cartman's mind for the remainder of the film. Why had Stan chosen him to lean on when he just as easily could have hidden into Kyle, his best friend?

More importantly, why hadn't Eric ever noticed how long Stan's eyelashes were before? Eric swallowed that thought with a swig from his soda bottle. For some inane reason, he spent the remaining hour hoping for another cheesy kill scene that might send Stan into him again. He'd never thought of Stan as anything other than his most sensitive friend—a trait of his he always sort of protected and cherished for its sweetness in a world so fucking bleak and unbearable.

He was probably selfish for hoping they'd choose a horror movie again next time, but hell, he knew that about himself already. And when he remembered the next choice was his, he already started flipping through the scariest movies that came to mind. If Stan responded this way to such a crappy movie, how would he act with one that was actually scary? Maybe next time, Stan might even throw his whole arm around him in fear . . . Maybe Eric could put an arm around him comfortingly too?

Two weeks would be a hell of a long time to wait.

#eric cartman #stan marsh #stanman #south park fanfic #south park drabble #drabble #south park #credit to matt stone and trey parker #old idea

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theadventurerslog · 11 months ago

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The Curse of Monkey Island | Part 7

In which I work on getting the engagment band part of the ring. My first goal was getting into the Goodsoup Family crypt so I had to find a way to die! But before I killed Guybrush there was one little aside to make. There's an ad for grog near the hallway that goes upstairs.

Thank you to @azurefishnets for putting this sign together!

The grog ad gets more added every time you exit the room and come back in for a total of six versions. By the end, if you examine it, Guybrush will comment that he's been trying to figure out what's odd about it and that it's the way her eyes seem to follow him. Yeah, buddy, that's the weird thing here.

Fun details!

Now for that whole dying thing. I had the Head-B-Clear and the note from the recipe book that combining with alcohol will cause many extremes of drowsiness. Of course the Head-B-Clear had to be opened. "Darn child-proof caps. I can't open it."

Thankfully, I had that chisel now and chisels solve everything like getting child-proof caps off. I ordered another drink and put some of the hangover cure in.

Guybrush chimes in with the requisite warning, "It just occurred to me that mixing medicine and alcohol is a really stupid and possibly lethal thing to do." It's a good thing he's a "loveably inept cartoon character with the potential for a few more sequels..." (three sequels so far!)

But he's fine...

Nothing wrong here.

The scene clears up and we get the gravedigger chatting and tell a joke with Griswold while Guybrush lies there.

"I wanted to be a pallbearer, but I couldn't stop coffin!' hahaha.

He points out Guybrush and Griswold just says he's been like that for around an hour now. "Passed out cold." while the gravedigger is pretty sure he's dead.

"Funny, I didn't think you could die in LucasArts adventure games."

And then you end up in a crypt.

The End. Certainly a different direction they chose for the game.

And I scored 0 out of 800 points. Here I thought I knew this game so well, shame.

It occurs to me now that I've played King's Quest, that while I always thought it was just a general reference to games with points, that it's probably actually a direct reference to Sierra games.

Guybrush is not dead, however, and the rolling credits skitter back away after he protests. However, he was stuck in a coffin down in the corner. Handy chisel time again.

Out Guybrush popped alive and well, but there was a strange knocking sound... and he goes into a tangent about how it much come the dead, that dead that surround him, and they must know his horrible secret, before remembering he doesn't have a horrible secret.

Then it was back to business as usual.

I could scoop the nails from the coffin he was in. There was a skeleton arm but he already has a nice one; Murray does have a nice arm, a nice pasty arm. There was a giant spider web that upon examining makes him wonder where the spider that wove it went...

But most importantly was the knocking. It was coming from the central coffin so it was time for the chisel yet again. To reveal...

None other than...

Stan S. Stanman!

Now this may or may not mean anything, but Stan is a recurring character throughout the series, introduced in the first game. It certainly didn't mean anything to me the first time. He was locked in a coffin due to, er, circumstances that were totally not Guybrush's doing--they 100% were but puzzles gotta puzzle right?--in the second game. He is the one thing I regret in playing Curse before any of the others because actually having this in order would have been fun. As was I don't particularly remember thinking much about it--just one more silly thing in this silly game, but learning the background in MI2 was great.

Anyway, he was not mad about the whole locking him in a coffin thing because it comfy, lots of leg room and all that, and it gave him to think, to think about the things that really matter. Basically, as is the Stan way, his whole spiel is a sale pitch for his new endeavour: selling life insurance! The previous funeral service stuff didn't exactly work out, nor the used ship selling before that.

He gave me his business card--don't worry about the technicalities of getting those printed--and shooed me out so he could get set up. The door was locked but this was "one of Stan's Kozy Krypts, all equipped with a patented Secure-Lok Release Mechanism." I just had to jiggle the handle on the door and I was good to go.

Now, I wasn't ready to leave entirely because there was that spider business. This is another easter egg. If you enter repeatedly--I don't know how many times--you get a little scene of a woman trapped in the webs and a giant spider coming down and dragging her off.

This is a reference to The Dig, another of their games, but not one I've played. Not yet anyway, but clearly I have some grim things waiting for me if I do? I think the number of times you enter might be a bit random, but don't quote me on that.

Anyway, it was good to see Stan, but that whole 'dying' thing didn't get me into the Goodsoup Family Crypt, now did it? So it was back to the Hotel to complain/boast about coming back from the dead.

No one was interested in the dead but alive again thing... No one was interested in what happens after death... boring lot.

And as for not being put in the crypt, that was of course due to not being a member of the family, so upon learning that, the dialogue option to ask Griswold if he recognizes you and try to pretend you are a Goodsoup opens up. There are some choices for a name:

Hearty Beef N. Potato Vegetable Split Pea with Ham Won-Ton

I went with Hearty Beef N. Potato this time. That's not enough to convince Griswold though. Guybrush doesn't look like a Goodsoup--more like a Brothschild; they were always weak-featured. He wanders the hall of portraits every day and none of them remind him of Guybrush. Guybrush also doesn't know enough about the family history.

This is another spot where Mega Monkey difficulty differs. In the easier mode you only have to prove knowledge of the family history.

Thankfully both tasks can be handled right now in the hotel. So the hall of portraits is upstairs. There was the portrait of C. Lambert Goodsoup which looks a lot like Griswold when you examine it.

My first step was to go inside the room and use the mallet on the big nail. The portrait fell off in the hall, so it was back out to look at it and take the picture from the frame. Then Guybrush removed the incriminating evidence with his wand.

Then he turned to the camera all deadpan, saying, "What?".

It did leave the nail behind which I grabbed.

So I had the portrait and a porthole on the door. I remember being excited for this new puzzle when I first played this mode and being proud I figured it out. Anyway, portrait, porthole window. Cut the portrait with the scissors to remove the face. Then place the outline over the door, enter the room and look through the porthole for your own DIY cutout.

Totally realistic. Stunningly Goodsoupian. Griswold came up, rambled a bit about the good wealthy stock of his family before staring at "C. Lambert" here. He didn't remember him looking quite so... common.

But, mission accomplished on that front. When you talk to him again, he does realize that Guybrush bears a slight resemblance to his great-grandfather C. Lambert Goodsoup, or "old Clammy" according to Guybrush.

There was just the history part left. But before I did that I wanted to 'die' again because you get different comments.

Griswold thinks you're just faking it. The gravedigger thinks it's for real this time. Griswold comments that "He's an awfully fragile little guy, isn't he?"

And you get dumped into the crypt again, but this time Stan was all set up.

He was ready to start selling life insurance which would provide a whole lot of money to the bearer of the policy, and I was ready to get some what with all this dying. You need to provide some collateral and you can try a bunch of different inventory items to get a few different denials. However, the gold tooth does work. So I got my insurance policy and hey, Guybrush 'died', so give me that whole lot of money.

Unfortunately, proof is needed of this miracle of dying and getting better.

It was time to go back to the hotel to finish proving Guybrush as a member of the Goodsoup family.

Stan decorated the exterior too. Really got his business going here: Mutual of Stan.

There was still the locked room upstairs but now equipped with Stan's business card I could employ the old pick-the-lock with a card trick.

Inside is a small room and a murphy bed against the wall. I pulled down the bed but it needed to be held down or it would spring back up.

You need all the nails from the coffin and the nail that had been holding the portrait up to hold the bed down. And then a skeleton was revealed, so that explains all that crashing and the guest that never left that Griswold spoke of...

You know, I believe this was my first introduction to murphy beds and this whole bit has since given me a bit of a very silly distrust of them ever since. When we were looking at houses when we last had to move, there was a room with one and I had immediate distaste for it.

The mains points of interest, aside from Mr. Skeleton here ("Wow. I bet his room charges are pretty hefty by now" - Guybrush), were the boarded-up hole the bed was crashing into and the book the skeleton was reading. Can't do much about the window (yet), but the book is all about the Goodsoup family history--exactly what I needed. Oh yeah, there's another porcelain vase if you want to torture Guybrush some more too.

With the book I was able to talk to Griswold and answer his questions about the Goodsoup family history, including correcting Griswold on such facts as when the VanSalads were really driven out of the Caribbean.

And that's that; Guybrush, er, sorry Hearty Beef N. Potato was clearly a long-lost member of the Goodsoup Family and would earn all the benefits such as instant prestige and discounts in the Goodsoup Hotel franchise among other things, and of course, will have the honour of being interred in the Goodsoup Family Crypt in the event of his death.

So, before it was time to 'die' again, I broke my attempt at sticking to one task at a time, and while I was here went for the mirror. I didn't need the mirror yet, but I would.

You can just grab the mirror but when you try to leave Griswold catches you--another difference in Mega Monkey from normal where normal just lets you leave, much like the gold tooth but this is a bit less involved. Griswold glances at the space where the mirror was first, so that's a hint.

I still had Clambert's face cut out from the portrait earlier, so with some paste I was able to put that in the mirror's place and problem solved and Griswold just saw himself. Griswold thinks he's getting old... and maybe doesn't look in the mirror enough, or is still a bit hungover.

With that it was time to drink again.

Griswold: "Oh, dear! He's had a sudden and completely unexpected relapse of death!"

Poor "young Hearty Beef N. Potato..."

And Guybrush is dead and entombed once again, but in a new tomb this time... How will he get out of this one?

#monkey island #the curse of monkey island #CMI #CMI_Log #adventure games #LucasArts

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