#alister was like the one spark of life in the lombax thing and then it went straight to bland again
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Sony please release your cruel and un-creative grip on my autism creature game series. I beg of you. Let them at least start naming the series innuendos again⌠PLEASE. Iâm sorry the Future series ever even got released at this point PLEASE go back to the old ways I beg youâźď¸
#ratchet and clank#the talkinator 2000#I say this as someone whoâs first game from the series I watched was Tools of Destruction and whoâs first game I played was A Crack in Time#if all it led to was the series getting turned into the next âplays like itâs a Pixar gameâ bullshit#I would have never wanted them đ#like this SUCKS man. the old ratchet and clank was full of so much personality it feels like the new ones are a corporate PARODY of it#let them name the games stupid dick jokes again. I KNOW itâs sony doing this. PLEASE#STOP MAKING RATCHET SO SERIOUS. ITS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY#to be clear Iâm not saying what makes the old games good is all the dirty jokes.#but I WILL say the dirty jokes prevent the series from taking itself too seriously#which it has started to do.#man at this point I donât give a shit about the Lombaxes! give me another evil capitalist to throw into the moon!!#and the âlast of their kindâ trope really is getting milked for all its worth and Iâm tired of it!!#clankâs âchosen oneâ trope story had more creativity man!!#alister was like the one spark of life in the lombax thing and then it went straight to bland again#the main characters donât NEED this to be interesting. they donât need greater than themselves destinies.#ratchet and clank and the other characters are interesting and fun without that!!#the thing I always liked is that Ratchet is the gun happy mechanic and Clank is the quipping impulse control with the hero alignment#the hero thing rubs off on Ratchet and he does start being a hero with Clank but itâs not his first instinct lol#also extremely sad that the reboot took away the running joke that Clank is the one getting the glory for their heroics#they donât have a destiny reason for getting into the hero thing. they just got started and liked it and kept going#a lot of the times neither of them even WANTS to be involved they just get roped in!!#like you can do some background shit for them but throwing out all the rest that makes these characters fun to focus on it isnât the answer#man I just. miss the fun and weird stuff they used to do with the characters and cast and places#they still do big environments but there isnât other fun wacky shit to match#itâs just âdestinyâ and heroism. that was never the point of this series đ
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Ratchet and Clank: Back to the Nexus (Chapter 1 page 4)
The Lombax shifted on his back; the bed was massive in comparison to his small sizeâcertainly no less cushy, howeverâand yet every night he was still restless. The next several hours consisted of Ratchet squirming into a series of puzzling positionsâmost notably: lazing off the edge of the bed, listening to the blood pulse to his head before thinking up some other odd sleep coil to twist himself in. This was routine for him nowadays: ever-shifting until he became too exhausted to care anymore.
       Ratchetâs ear twitched in response to the room entrance hissing apart. He didnât have to roll over to know who walked in, and barely so much as flinched when Clank hopped up onto the bed. âRatchetâŚ?â the robot picked up Ratchetâs tail by the tuft, giving a lightâplayful tug for his attention. âYou cannot go on like this forever,â Clank insisted when he got no reaction. âDrinking away our problems has never solved them, Ratchet.â
       âYeah, well, itâs better than dealinâ with it all the time.â Ratchet finally rolled over. Bags had formed under his eyes. He didnât sound drunk anymore, really. JustâŚdrained. âI couldâve stopped it, ClankâŚâ
       âStopped what?â
       âAll of it. I shoulda made Cronk and Zephyr evacuate!â he tossed up his hands in defeat, then flopped them back onto the matrassâspread out at his sides. âI couldâveâŚhelped him,â he said, fixed rigidly up at the ceiling. âI couldâve helped Alister.â
       âWhat could you have possibly done?â Clank stopped playing with Ratchetâs tail. His green optics narrowed with something of frustration. âWe have been over this, Ratchet. There is nothing you could have done to prevent their deaths.â The robotâs tone smoothed; he noticed Ratchet fidget. He proceeded into a speech about how tragedy is a natural part of life that must be acceptedâRatchet wasnât really listening anymore.
       He was staring beyond Clank. At the open pocket watch on the night stand.
       âSometimes the universe has a cruel sense of humor.â
       ââŚMy father once said: the universe has a wonderful sense of humor!â Clank said. âThe trick is, learning to take a joke.â
       But some jokes, Ratchet knew, however, were far too mean.
***
       Every night she relived it. Exactly the way it was, down to the smallest detail. The trembling of the glass just before the windows burst against the drophyd fire power. The catch in her breath as she fell on her belly. She awoke to a big hand jostling her arm.
       âItâs ready.â Azimuth softly withdrew his hand. After hours of toiling with the circuitry and programming, he at long fucking last managed toâpoorlyâfix it. Itâd been a good three decades since he even touched transdimensional technology. âDr. YauvaniâŚâ Azimuth swallowed; Sriva looked up at him. âWhy would you care anything for the Lombaxes? You arenât one of us.â
       âYour kind gave me the only home Iâve ever known.â Sriva breathed out, glancing again at the Dimensionator on the work tableânow in one piece again. âI cannot just forget that, Azimuth.â
***
       âEuch,â Azimuth grunted, swiping a bug off his arm. âElders, where the hell are we going?â
       Mashing shrubs out of their path with a long machete she found in her keepsakes, Sriva hopped over a suspicious-looking mud puddle and panted back, âthe hilltops.â
       âWhy?â
       âThe Dimensionator requires a rather large area of space to open the portals, doesnât it?â Sriva pulled a snake out of the branch over her head and tossed it into the bushesâas though a venomous reptile was nothing to be afraid of. Azimuth blinked, wondering if heâd actually just witnessed that. âIt is not too much further,â Sriva said, slashing away ahead of the Lombax.
They reached a clearing before long; the foot of the hills.
About to affix the Dimensionator to her head, Azimuth hesitated a moment before stopping Sriva. âNo,â he said, shifting the device from her hands into his. âLet me.â Fitting the helmet over his ears proved to be rather uncomfortableâone would think an invention constructed by Lombaxes would be moreâŚwellâŚâLombax-friendly.â Sharing one final look with Sriva, the General yanked the starter cord.
The device hummed to life. Electricity splintered into the air, hazardously close to throwing Azimuth off balance. âDimensionator: find the Lombaxes!â the General shouted above the noise after catching himself on his heels. The walls of reality shuddered around them. A beam of energy erupted from the Dimensionator, exploding into a portal in front of Azimuth.
The portal sizzled and crackled, struggling to remain open. The Dimensionator sparked. Then sparked again. Then sparked again and again untilâ
âShit!â Sriva scrambled toward Azimuth, swatted the device off his head and flung her arms around his middle. âRUN! FUCKING RUN!â Together they tumbled down the hill, scarcely escaping the Dimensionatorâs explosion. White light burst across the atmosphere, the air rippled as the wall between dimensions shattered.
âWhatâ?â Azimuth untangled himself from Sriva. âJust what the hellâ?â
âThe dimensionsâŚâ Sriva hopped to her feet, staggering back up the hill. Fragments of the Dimensionator scattered at her feet, scorched to utter uselessness. âThey areâŚfused.â She squinted into the cosmos. New constellations crossed with the old, impossibly coexisting.
âI canâtâŚbelieveââ Azimuth still stammered. Eventually he was able to organize his thoughts enough to articulate full sentences. âIâŚI thinkââ he shoots a glare at Srivaâ âI think Iâll add this to my ever-increasing list of fuck-ups.â
But Sriva laughed. She turned her head towards Azimuth, smiling. âWell,â she chuckled. âI supposed the hard part is over, yes?â
 ***
        Clank had retreated into his offline state. Ratchet lied and told him heâd go to sleep, that a little rest was probably all he needed. It was the same lie heâd told him every nightâand by now Clank knew it. By nowâŚClank had given up trying.
       Everyone had given up trying. Including Ratchet.
       The Lombax perched at the foot of the bed. Alisterâs pocket watch hung open in his hand. I couldaâ saved you⌠The same damned sentence pinged over and over in his mind. Throughout Ratchetâs life, heâd always held out hope that another Lombax was left in this universe, that he wasnât alone.
       âI really am the last one now, huh?â he murmured to the photo of Kaden and Alister, and sighed, snapping the pocket watch closed. With sinking ears, his hand dropped down onto his lap. âYeahâŚâ There was a time before when he thought he was over it. He was sure he was over it. He told himself he was over it. Until recent months, heâd ignored everything: the ghosts that brought him the shame of his deadliest failures. But it wouldnât stop gnawing on him.
       It just wouldnât stop.
       He couldnât make it stop.
       Curling his legs underneath himself, Ratchet squinted at the Metropolis lights pooling in from the window, gleaming on the fringes of his fur, casting a long, Lombax-shaped shadow across the room. Dammit, he couldnât stand this anymore. Ratchet bit back the urge to sob, the fucking urge to scream at the walls.
       Something. He needed to feel something again.
       He had to leave this place. This planet. These people.
       Rustling into his thermaflux armor, Ratchet slowly, carefully picked up Clank and buckled him to his back as quiet as he could. Had he thought about leaving him behind? Of course. But years ago, Ratchet had come to realize that he truly was nothing without the little robot by his side. Clank had become like a limb to the Lombax; without him things didnât feelâŚcomplete.
       âRatchet?â
       Clankâs sudden voice nearly bounced Ratchetâs skeleton out of his body. âOh! Hey, pal!â Ratchet panted, glancing over his shoulder, a sheepish grin.
       âWhere are we going?â
       ââŚFastoon.â Ratchet pressed on. Out of the apartment. Down the staircase. Out onto the landing pad. Without any idea what he was looking forâor why in the hell he was goingâthey took off into the planetâs orbit. He was going home.
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