#The Tunnels

[the-lambda-archives-ai]

Well, Adrian is gonna get yoinked..

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[non-cannon]

Bit of a gross question, I suppose, but one that's been plaguing me on and off for years now.

When Nina was trapped in the Senet cell for multiple days, where did she go to the bathroom?

[nicoscheer]

Oi better watch out or that dress just might ‘accidentally’ end up in Miles’ suitcase 😂💅👑

[amethystville]

Creeper in one of the caves intersecting my tunnels

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

🐯

Favourite part of the territories/location? 

Ironic that this one is associated with Dark River.

Despite my issues with the Lake, I LOVE the Tunnels.

It's an eldritch location, what can I say, I'm a sucker for em. They SO could have leaned into the horror of it. Not only is it just dangerous, dark, cold enough to nearly kill a child, and always at risk of flooding, but aren't they also somehow connected to the lake? How the fuck did that work? Why was Fallen Leaves practically forced to be stuck LOST in them?

Take all that spookiness aside because i think the fandom has forgotten something.

The Tunnels are a mass grave of drowning victims. Fallen Leaves was not the first.

[clanslist]

[loonarmuunar]

Just finished reading Dark River.

I’m not a stranger to gore, and it doesn’t have any effect on me in the slightest. Nothing in the warriors series has ever actually effected me violence-wise.

Not until this book.

The tunnels are horrific to me. This really, truly scares me. The way Fallen Leaves desperation was described, how Jaypaw drowned with him, the fear of the apprentices and how they thought, without a doubt, they were gonna die.

This isn’t a battle, this isn’t a fight to be won, or an enemy to defeat. There was no chances in this. If they weren’t fast enough, they would die. If they didn’t go into the tunnel, they would die. 5 apprentices and 3 kits, 8 children, were so close to dying.

Not to the battles they were raised to fight, but to nature itself.

It actually made me feel a bit sick. Props to you, Erin Hunter! I am t e r r i f i e d. Must’ve been awful for the little kids who read it.

[chumpy1012]

berkeley is SIDEWAYS. you heard me right, SIDEWAYS! many attribute this to an ideology known as hills. stay safe and stay vertical 🙏 #thetunnels

[ask-tim-stoker]

Tunnel in the grouuuund

i got lost in those once

[confoundedpangolin]

every episode I listen to, I progressively get more fearful got what will happen when the assistants find out how he's stalking them, and all the other stuff too. He's tampering with evidence (Gertrude's tapes) stalking his assistants, breaking into the tunnels, and I know it's going to come back down at the worst possible time

[doodlefrood]

Episode 2 of our communist podcast is out now, discussing our historical context and the general political crisis in Britain today! Listen, share and feedback!

[wylde-lore]

Wylde Lore Setting!

The Tunnels

The Tunnels are an ever-expanding underground labyrinth carved out by Experiments 10 and 11. Stretching from the drone colony to Dr. Wylde's lab in the old city, The Tunnels serve as a method of hidden fast-travel for the Wylde family and their creations.

They're also great for games of hide and seek, though their maze-like nature makes it incredibly easy to get lost

[amethystville]

The other views from the inside of the church

[honorarymonster]

[theblehthatbloos]

Turns out they opened up the ground and found tunnels were already there! All they gotta do is a little renovation. How lucky is our city?

They're building a tunnels under the city so more people can get lost and scared. I don't like it but 🤷‍♀️

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.