#bandersnatch vibes

[adaricruz]

me when I see your bandersnatch fanart:

your art is really awesome and it really keeps me going, man.

also no pressure to do more Bandersnatch fanart btw, Connor Murphey is cool af as well dude.

Your an epic gamer

fellow bandersnatch enjoyer

HIIIIIIII 🖤🖤 just saw this bc i just got on desktop but TYSM!!! even tho most of it is old as hell jdkf it used to be on my instagram but i archived it out of sheer embarrassment bc the fandom was/is(? non-existent there for some reason back then & it was just me 😭🧍🏻

but im soo glad u are enjoying it!!!! i swear there’s sm more somewhere i just gotta look for it :> i’ll definitely be putting more art out there, now i have a real excuse to draw stefan non-stop 🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️ (& colin too bc he always manages to sneak into my stuff)

[azuphere]

Okay but you still haven’t explained what the glitch theory is, like what does it mean??

omgg lore dump time this is so exciting, more under the cut but the glitch theory basically revolves around this merch from phil from november 2019 !

(re: this ask)

so like at the time, this piece of merch had ppl like 👀👀 bc the concept and the graphic novel vibe and the way it said ‘to be continued’ had ppl thinking this might be a hint at a secret project!

and over the years, phil would keep hinting at wanting to channel his creative energies into a project, and how he'd love to do smth interactive like bandersnatch ! esp in 2019/early-2020:

in 'The Scary Reason I Didn't Buy A House' (april 2019), he said: "I do actually have a story in my head, I'm just not quite sure how I wanna tell it yet. So it could be a book, it could be like a TV series-style screenplay, it could be a movie script. I just need to consolidate all these ideas in my head and turn them into the thing. But I have been thinking about it for about five years, so it's just when the right time is to actually release the ideas."

in 'draw my life: part 2' (august 2019), he said: "maybe for the next secret big project, it's time for Philly to think about the big dreams he's always had! [...] What I've always dreamed of doing is writing stories and directing films to take what's in my mind and share it with the world on your screen, maybe even a bigger screen. Now remember the rule of secret projects! Who knows what's going on and if it'll ever be real, but let's just say some writing is happening."

in an interview from february 2020, he said that his plans for 2020 included: "a few projects on the burn which I'm not ready to announce fully yet. They all involve writing. There are some stories I'd like to tell, so with some hard work and a bit of luck I might be able to share these with you on-screen on in print next year."

in the TalentWorks podcast from vidcon london (february 2020) at about 29:35 (youtube link), he said: "I think I've reached a point where I'm ready to sink my teeth into a new big project [...] I'm ready to do something new that's also very Phil and very my own thing, so I've been looking into- I'm really obsessed with interactivity. I think there's been a big boom of it since Bandersnatch [...]. I already pitched one interactive thing which didn't work out, but I got a lot of other ideas that I'm thinking of."

and in one of the stereo shows, dnp also confirmed that they tried pitching an interactive show to netflix but it fell through cause of covid ! and there was this insta story of dan being in LA in january 2020, which aligns with the timeline mentioned in the podcast. a transcription of that stereo moment is here

so it was never confirmed whether the glitch hoodie was actually supposed to be smth greater or if it was just a fun merch idea, but it was a common fan theory that glitch was supposed to be one of phil's projects!

and i think one of the most notable theories that supported the glitch concept was that a couple weeks after the merch release, phil tweeted this:

bc the suspicious thing is that it's nearly identical to smth he tweeted 4 years prior on literally the same day and almost the same exact time ! so we’d joke about how it was like a glitch (!!) in the simulation and he even responded to a tweet about it. and he also talks about it in this liveshow (at 24:39), where he just jokes about how he's living in the matrix

so yea! tldr: glitch is just one theory about what (one of) phil's secret projects is <3

[tyrantisterror]

No Small Feat Art Pt. 5 - Little Girl Lost Arc

By request, I'm gonna show off some of the artwork for No Small Feat, a Midgaheim story my friends and I told through the TTRPG system Fabula Ultima. I drew a lot of characters and monsters for it, and my friends - in particular, @dragonzzilla, @scatha5, and @dinosaurana - helped line and color them so we'd have cute little sprites to use on our online battlemaps, which really helped sell the whole "we're playing an oldschool turn based RPG" vibe that Fabula Ultima's system is going for.

In this part, we're gonna look at the many NPCs introduced in the campaign's third arc, Little Girl Lost!

The titular little girl of the arc was Dora Raine, who one of my players described as "the saddest girl I've ever seen." Dora had a tense relationship with her mother, and after a fight where her mother regrettably said "Sometimes I wish I wasn't your mother!", Dora was spirited away to Fairyland, kicking off our plot.

Our heroes were already set to meet Dora's mother, Countess Maelys Raine, because of a rumor that she might hold one of the crown jewels. Unfortunately, she told them that said jewel was in the necklace Dora wore, and thus was trapped in Fairyland with Dora. Our heroes volunteered to rescue the girl, leaving the two crown jewels they had with Maelys in case they didn't come back.

Dora's kidnapped turned out to be another countess, albeit of the Seelie court rather than Engelsex. Countess Vespidi claimed she had a right to take custody of Dora, but after a brief discussion (while guarded by her army, of course) agreed to allow the heroes to try and convince the girl to return with them if they first proved their worth by overcoming the obstacles she'd lay in their path on the way to her palace. So our heroes went on a jaunt through Fairyland.

Along the way they had encounters with various soldiers in Vespidi's court - troops of hobgoblins, goblins, pixies, and orks.

A wrinkle presented itself when they met one of Vespidi's chief enforcers, Big Bubba Bugbear, who was very talkative during their fight - and, in particular, was vocal about wanting to keep Dora safe and happy because, according to him, she'd spent so much time crying recently. Bubba had been watching over Dora on Vespidi's orders for a while, you see, and he clearly thought that the fairy Countess had Dora's best interests at heart.

There were some unrelated monster encounters on the way, too. The Deofolskein had nothing to do with Countess Vespidi's plot, it was just very insistent (but polite!) about asking the PC's to let it eat their eyeballs. They're its favorite dish, you see.

Our heroes also met Four Elemental Spirits - a salamandral, a gnome, a sylph, and an undine - who gave them their first sidequest: seeking out the Four Elemental Masters in the mortal world, who would test our heroes' knowledge of the four elements of magic and present them with great boons should they prove worthy. These four just really love teaching people about magic, you see!

At last our heroes got to the court of Countess Vespidi, where they faced on final fight against three powerful enemies: a Bandersnatch, a Jubjub Bird, and a Jabberwock. Defeating the three champions of the fairy noblewoman, they were finally allowed an audience with Dora, where they learned some very important facts.

First, Countess Vespidi wasn't just any fairy, but specifically Dora's Fairy Guard-mother, and a close friend of Dora's father and her birth mother.

Second, Maelys wasn't Dora's birth mother, but rather her stepmother. And you know how stepmothers act in most fairy tales, don't you?

Third, and most horrible, Dora didn't have a crown jewel in her necklace.

Our heroes, backed by Countess Vespidi and her forces, returned to the mortal world to demand answers, only to find that Maelys had already left with the crown jewels in tow.

The campaign's main villain had duped them very, very well.

[ghoszay]

Me when ROR hunger games type shit (I’m so sleep deprived)

Clock tower/rabbit hole cornucopia, jabberwocky, bandersnatch, and jubjub birds as challenges, wonderland as the arena yknow the vibe

[basilone]

Hi Killy! If it sparks joy, could I request either "a shortwave radio, takeout containers mess tins, and a bare lightbulb" for Lottie & Gale or "bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola" or "slept-in braids, a lamplit office, and an explosion" for Tati & Ron please? Thank you! 💕

Hiii! 💙 I am sticking the Lottie & Gale prompt into my pocket for a later day, as I love it dearly. Thank you for sending these! I immediately had visions for the Tati & Ron prompts you gave me here, haha, and they most definitely sparked joy. As I think they would wind up in the land of fic spoilers if I wrote these into their canon setting, I took the liberty of putting them in an AU instead. And, yes, I incorporated all of these prompts into one piece. 😉 This is what I commonly refer to as the 80s AU that's got Ron and Tatiana living next door to each other as teenagers, not really vibing with each other at first because he's an angsty goth-y horror aficionado and she's a happy-go-lucky glitter-obsessed cheerleader. They band together when their town's accosted by monsters (think a little Stranger Things vibes!) and proceed to, I don't know, save the world a little. In their own way.

the birthday bandersnatch

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, once they’re a couple of blocks away from their street.

The bubble of her gum pops as a first response. He knows she’s glaring at him from beneath her fringe, which stupidly stands up a little on one end because she didn’t bother combing it. Her fingers drum a small pattern on the door rest. It’s not a beat he recognizes, but he supposes their music tastes don’t exactly align on the best of days.

“You lifted car ban,” she replies, as though he ever had any hopes of upholding that ban for longer than a day. “And I think you are going to get very brutally murdered like extras”– she’s all quotation marks with her fingers and he has to push her arm out of his face just to be able to see the road at this time of night –“in your stupid horror movies if you go alone. So I come.”

Ron raises an eyebrow. “You think your presence is going to prevent my brutal demise?”

“Yes, of course.” Her new handwave is imperious, as though he is stupid for even having asked this question at all. “I saved you from poddies and big monster in mall, yes? So I can do saving Ronald thing again, is not hard for me. And I pinky-promise I will not sing Girls Just Want To Have Fun in your car ever in my life again unless you beg me to, honest.”

He chances a glance at her then. She’s turned toward him in the passenger seat, all big eyes set in what she calls her honest face, and Ron can’t help but snort in disgust as she actually has the audacity to hold out her pinky finger in promise.

“Jesus Christ, Pet,” he sighs, fleetingly taking his hand off the wheel to wrap his own finger around hers as briefly as humanly possible, “stop making dumb promises you know full well you’re gonna break the second that song comes on the radio.”

“Bah, you are not even letting me have radio on right now,” she sulks, sinking a little further into her seat and popping her gum again. “I cannot break promise. And pinky-promises are very important, yes? Your Ameeeerican movies say so.”

“They’re your movies too.”

“Is different culture, Ronald. I try to, what is word…”

He shakes his head as her hands begin to rapidly form different shapes in search of the word she’s looking for. Petrova’s gestures are like this in English class, too, sometimes hitting his shoulder if her word search is bigger than she can contain, and he knows any interjections are just going to annoy her.

“Blend in?” he offers, to her tsk-ing noise beside him. “Fit in? Become less annoying? Stop being so Russian?”

“A-s-s-i-m-something!” she exclaims, as though she hasn’t even listened to a word he said, sounding for all the world like a mad scientist who’s just rediscovered the formula for building Frankenstein. “That is word!”

Ron fights the urge to thunk his head onto his steering wheel while he’s still driving. “Assimilate. Do not make me spell it,” he warns, used as he is to her demands that he spell every difficult word she doesn’t really know for her. “And stop commenting on the lack of radio. It’s the middle of the fucking night, Pet, and unless you want that whole goddamn government facility to instantly know that we’re breaking in…”

“Do not swear at me, Ronald, it’s fucking annoying,” she retorts, sniffing loudly and folding her arms. “Do you even know how to break in? Leeeeettle mister juvenile d-i-l-i-n-q-u-e-n-t?”

“It’s d-e-linquent, not d-i!” His fingers drum a new pattern on the steering wheel. He tries not to glance at her again. Why the fuck did she have to come? He glares at her anyway, now that they’re on a boring stretch of road just on the outskirts of town. “And I have a plan, okay?”

“Great. You have plan. What did you call it, how to get murdered within ten seconds?”

“It’s not too late to kick you out of my car.”

“It’s not too late for you to turn car around and go back to bed instead of doing stupid bullshit in middle of night, but here we are in creepy part of town just waiting for more monsters…” Petrova’s sigh is audible. Her glances out of the window are becoming more frequent now, as though she expects something to be lurking in the shadows of the few buildings that are still here. “You are very lucky I woke up when I did, Ronald,” she says, as though she really is God’s gift to him at this hour when he’s already confronted with her plenty during the day. “You make much noises when you sneak out of house, did you know that?”

“Many noises,” he corrects idly. “It’s not my fault the basement window creaks,” he huffs, then, “and very much not my fault that you were sitting there with your window open doing whatever it is that you do when you are not talking my goddamn ear off.”

“I was practicing my writing because I could not fall back asleep fast.”

Ron sighs. It’s sometimes hard to keep arguing with Petrova when she says something disarmingly honest like that. He knows she’s been getting shit from teachers over her writing, which is sometimes more illegible than a doctor’s note. Knows she tries very hard – tongue poking out from between her teeth, hair carefully braided back so it doesn’t fall onto the pages – to fix the issue, although she famously got detention for telling their geography teacher to give her break for being smart enough to know his subject in two languages instead of one.

“How’s that going?” he asks, softening his voice just enough so she knows he’s not picking a fight with her over that.

Her hand gesture is a wobbling motion. “I think I improve. But is hard, eh?”

“Sure,” he agrees, to a brightly glittering smile from her. “I think Russian looks hard, too.”

“Pfftt, Russian not so bad,” she laughs, all throaty amusement. “My handwriting beautiful in Russian. Not so much in English. But I cannot be perfect, eh?”

“You most certainly are not.”

“You really know how to make girl feel very special,” snorts Petrova irreverently, leaning forward and peering through his windshield intently at the same time. “Ronald, I think you need to get rid of headlights. Is almost here.”

“You mean kill headlights,” he corrects, but does as she says for just this once. He knows the facility is just around the next bend, rooftop already rising above the copse of trees. “Look, Pet, the plan is that we go in and try to find… I don’t know. Papers. Pictures. Proof of whatever the shit it is we saw in the mall the other day, all right?”

“You think Ameeeeerican government is responsible for monsters?”

“Just narrowing it down,” he shrugs, driving at a slower pace now. “This place is bizarre. They built this in just two months. No job listings in the local ads. No big opening.”

“No newspaper articles about it,” she adds. “I go to library to check this, da? Lady at desk was very understanding.”

“You researched this?”

“You did too!” she defends, loudly, jabbing a finger at him. “You check out e-v-e-r-y book about monsters before I can. And lady at desk said someone else my age asks about same newspapers. She thinks it is school project.”

“If it helps at all,” mutters Ron, parking the car and glaring at her balefully now that he doesn’t have to focus on the road anymore, “those monster books turned up nothing about what we saw. Why the hell were you researching it?”

“Because,” says Petrova, slowing her speech as though she is speaking to a particularly dim-witted child, “poddies almost bite you, and I think that would be very not so good. I want to kill them very dead before they bite you, or me, or everyone.” She shrugs. Her lower lip looks bitten, as though she has chewed on it a lot recently. “So I do research. I think maybe I can share with you when I find, eh? We make great team.”

Ron blinks. “We do?”

“Yeeees,” she replies, reaching out and patting his arm for emphasis. “You are fine with murder, too.”

“That does not make a great team!”

“Pff, Ronald, keep your voice down,” she says, swinging the door open. “We are being sneaky, no? We have to be very quiet.”

Ron opens his own door and exits the car. Resists the urge to slam the door shut behind him, especially now that Petrova gently closes her own door. He doesn’t know how on earth she thinks she’s going to be able to keep quiet. In all this time with her, shutting Petrova up – or, hell, even getting her to sit still for longer than a minute – has proven to be a true impossibility.

He thinks that’s why he didn’t tell her about tonight.

It’s got nothing to do with those many-tentacled creatures with their disc-shaped heads that Petrova’s taken to calling poddies as though they’re somehow cuter than their slime would make you suspect. It’s got nothing to do with that bigger, nameless monster they both hadn’t found the words for. And it’s sure as shit got nothing to do with how big her eyes had gotten, worrying over the hit he’d taken to his side before she’d thrown a chair at the damn thing and probably saved his life in the process.

He closes his eyes in silent supplication. “What are you even going to say if we get caught?” he asks, fishing around in the pockets of his army fatigues for his small flashlight. “I thought I could spin it fine on my own, but with you here…”

“Is simple. I tell them my birthday is today and you wanted to surprise me with sightseeing on roof. We were told we can see whole town from here, yes?”

Ron blinks. Stares at Petrova for longer than he strictly should. Takes in the haphazard state of her hair, braided back and obviously already slept in, and her black sweatshirt that is so big on her that it reaches down to her thighs. Her hands are worrying at her sleeves, plucking at their slouchiest parts, as she wobbles from side to side in her rather beaten-up high-tops. He supposes it’s lucky she didn’t wear anything with glitter, even when she looks decidedly nothing like how put-together Tatiana Petrova, captain of the cheer squad, blonde and perfect without trying, is supposed to look.

“Clever, but they’ll check our IDs,” he allows, finally, tearing his gaze away from the few holes in her tights with some difficulty. “They’ll know it’s not your birthday then.”

Petrova raises a brow, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “It is my birthday today,” she refutes. “So if they check ID, they can see. I only make good a-l-i-b-i, Ronald.”

“Your birthday’s on October sixth?”

“Seventh,” she corrects. “It is after midnight. Is also”– she adds, already walking to the fence in the distance, tossing one of her braids back over her shoulder –“why I cannot sleep good. Sasha promised he is going to take me to movies later today, and Kolya saved enough pennies for big all-I-can-eat dinner, and I think I am getting roller skates as present.” Her grin is sudden. Bright. “Is very exciting to be Tatiana today, eh?”

“You can skate to school,” he snorts, tearing his gaze away from her big smile with some difficulty, already imagining her wobbling around on those, “instead of bumming rides off of your friends. Or, worse, me.”

“Bah, Ronald, you drive faster than I skate,” she refutes, clearly not letting him off the hook so easily. “We are not…”

“Not…?”

Her hand finds his arm. Squeezes down hard. “Why is office lit by lamps?”

“What? That’s not supposed to…” He squints up at the building, which looms tall and foreboding beyond the fence. Sees more than one window that has not gone dark the way this part of the building usually is at night. He keeps his voice hushed, though no less irate at her ear. “I fucking checked for a week to be sure that nobody was gonna be here!”

“I believe you,” she breathes, hand still clamped around his arm. Her eyes are wide as saucers, reflecting the palest moonlight. “Look at window closest to us, Ron, please.”

He takes an involuntary step back as soon as he sees it. “We made a mistake.”

“What is it do–oh.” Petrova curses, harsh Russian mingling with English, as he takes another step back and takes her with him. She keeps squinting up at the window. Craning her neck to get a better look. “I do not think… What is that? What are they… No...”

“We have to go!”

“There could be people in the…”

“We’re not armed! We don’t have any guns!” he hisses, wrapping his arm around her waist and hissing into her ear without once taking his eyes off the shapes behind the window. “They’re government. They have guns, Pet, trust me.”

“Because they are American?”

“Yes,” he almost laughs, pleased to hear she is not yet panicking, “because they’re the American government and we’re just kids. So let’s fucking go before…”

The ground shakes beneath them. Thunders and rolls deepest, darkest threat under their feet. The few trees sway, rustling leaves and swinging branches, and the fence rinkles with ill-concealed movement as though someone invisible has just scaled and climbed it.

The shadows seem to press in around them. The DANGER-warnings on the fence, which had seemed like overkill during the daylight hours, suddenly seem to make a whole lot more sense.

“Before explosion,” says Petrova, then, leaning against him completely, pushing him back toward the car with her whole body. She sounds almost eerily calm about it. “I think this is big experiment, no? And I think we are walking on top of it right now.”

“Underground?”

He feels Petrova’s nod more than he sees it, with the very top of her hair tickling against his chin. “I think it is going very wrong.”

“Gee, you think? That fucking monster’s standing in the middle of an office with a bunch of cameras set up around it and the ground is fucking moving and…” Ron exhales a puff of breath as they get close to his car. “Shit. I’ve just – how many earthquakes have you felt, since you moved here?”

“Many.”

“The average American in this state won’t ever feel one, and I’m suddenly very sure we’re not on a fault line,” he says, resisting the urge to hit himself for not seeing it sooner. He releases Petrova’s waist abruptly as soon as her side of the car is open. “Get back in the car. We’ve got research to do.”

“We?”

“I’m not trespassing into that place if I can help it,” he says, once he’s back behind the steering wheel and almost slamming the car into gear. “But I am going to find out what the hell my government thinks it’s doing with a creature that looks like it crawled straight out of a fucking horror movie.”

Petrova’s exhale sounds suddenly shaky above the sound of his car engine. “A-and where do I fit?”

“You’re smart,” he retorts, not caring about the fact that he’s paying her a compliment for once. “You think on your feet. You see shit for what it is, not for what it’s pretending to be. And I… fuck, Tatiana, I can’t do this alone!”

Her reply is instantaneous, though he refuses to look at her now that he’s gone and said her name. “You are not alone, Ronald, you are in car with me,” she comments, matter of fact as always, opening his glove box and rummaging through it as though she owns his car. She mercifully does not comment on him finally calling her Tatiana the way she’s demanded of him since first meeting him. “We can go to library. Ask for map of earthquake lines, no? And we can look into whatever Ignis is.”

“Ignis?”

“It was on fence sign. I see before I see big monster,” She shrugs. “Stupid adventure makes me swallow bubblegum,” she mutters, then, carefully unwrapping a new wad of gum she has somehow unearthed from his glove box. She smiles, popping it into her mouth before holding something else aloft. “This is very cute, where did you get?”

Ron squints at the offending object once he’s taken a sharp turn back toward their neighborhood. “Free keychain,” he says, recognizing the vintage Coca-Cola ad printed on it with some difficulty in the dim light. “Keep it”– he mutters, folding her hand around it and squeezing down a moment to let her know he’s serious –“if you like.”

“I do like. Is very Ameeeeerican, no?”

“Sure is.” Ron sighs. Summons his courage one more time tonight. “Happy birthday, Pet.”

“Ha! You give me birthday present,” she laughs, making his car smell like cherry bubblegum even more. “When is yours? I want to give you leeeettle gift, too.”

“Is fine, you don’t have to.”

“But if I want?”

“I have no idea why you’d want that. It’s in April. We could be dead from a monster invasion by then.”

“Pfah, always such o-p-t-i-m-i-s-m,” she tuts, sounding proud of herself for having spelled that word correctly for once. “When in April, Ronald?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Yes it does,” she snorts, propping her feet up on his dashboard before blowing a stray bubble with her gum. It pops loudly in the silence. “Either you tell me, or I make April your birthday month. I will sing for you. I will decorate your car with balloons. I will bake you big cake every week. I will give you one glitter-filled card every day to wish you happy birthday.”

“You would not,” he argues, knowing full well that she would.

“Try me, Ronald.” She sounds very sure of herself. On top of the world, as always, no matter what kind of crazy monsters life throws at her. “I will make sure whole town knows April is your birthday month. Is important, no? You will be eighteen then.”

“It’s on the twentieth. Jesus,” he mutters, “twist my fucking arm.”

Her hum sounds very pleased. “I will put on my calendar.”

Somehow, he doesn’t think he would quite be surprised to see something like Ronald’s birthday! written in all glittery text in an April entry on the calendar she keeps tacked to her wardrobe. Somehow, he thinks that might almost be enough of a wonky lucky charm to see them both still alive by then.

[catandthewell-if]

The mysterious figure could be Bandersnatch or Knave of hearts. Idk the Vibe maybe -sarah

Maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You guys will just have to play the game to figure it out 🤭

[buzzheadchick]

Okay word salad but

The alcohol-fueled Mythic Quest Backstory! Pong “veil of time” monologue Carl Longbottom

in conversation with

the LSD-fueled Black Mirror Bandersnatch PACman “people think there’s one reality” rant Colin Ritman

Is that anything? Branching paths (the lightning bolt). Video games and their relation to books. Very different implications to their words but I think adjacent vibes.

[patchodraws]

so, something that keeps coming back to me over and over is the idea of adapting Life is Strange - or rather, how can you adapt life is strange ?

a lot of other adaptations of narrative games rely on the fact that the game is telling you a straightforward (if not always linear) story, where it doesn’t matter how you get through the plot beats, just that you get through them. but with life is strange, the whole point is that it does matter how you get through the plot beats, and not just in the way that it affects the end choice or whatever: it’s in choosing which plot beats to go to - which decisions to ultimately make - that the player crafts their version of the story, and you can’t get a straightforward story out of that.

the other tricky part is the controversial ending. out of all the LiS games, the first one definitely had the most impactful ending, yet people are still debating which one is the better or more right ending, and that’s just not something you can really get with a traditional adaptation.

just as a thought experiment, i’ve been racking my brain for solutions to this little dilemma, and i’ve come up with a few:

the first is an interactive show, like bandersnatch or all the other interactive specials netflix got obsessed with after bandersnatch. the problem with that is that it’s a lot of resources for just one episode, let alone five; plus, at that point, why not just play the game itself? it doesn’t offer a unique enough experience to justify it

the next idea is an original prequel story. i know before the storm already exists, but there’s still plenty of time between that game and the first one. hell, there’s definitely a story to tell with the time leading up to and following rachel’s disappearance, and given teen dramas are still fairly popular, this could scratch that particular itch. it does unfortunately mean no max caulfield, who is just as iconic as life is strange itself, so it’d be a bit tricky to exclude her and still have it feel authentic.

one potential option is to not canonize any ending, simply finishing the show on max being given the choice and not having made it by the time credits roll. i imagine as much of an interesting artistic choice that would be, though, plenty of casual viewers would probably feel extremely shortchanged by not showing what max chose. of course, you could also canonize one ending, but then you just get the same problem of the original ending being controversial but on a potentially larger scale.

something less offensive could be to make an entirely new ending. DN had indicated before that the original bay ending would see chloe survive the shooting but end up in a coma, letting the story end on max being in the hospital with chloe waiting for her to wake up. on the other side of things, the bae ending could finally get the reworking it’s been owed for years, showing much more of the storm’s aftermath, who survived, what became of chloe and max once leaving the town, all that jazz. it could be new enough to appeal to fans tired of the same two endings from before while also not immediately alienating casual viewers

at the end of the day, this is all just me thinking out loud, and personally i’m not sure if i want a life is strange adaptation. i love the aesthetic and vibes of the original game and would love to see that put onto television/streaming, but this is such a tricky story to adapt like this that i would only want to see it if it was done right and in a way that would respect fans of the original game while also reaching a new audience of people who might’ve never played the game. until then, i’m glad the adaptation that was rumoured to be in pre-production is still, well, in pre-production

[chadleys]

Blonde Will gives off the biggest fuckboy vibes but I’d still risk it all for him. He was so hot in Bandersnatch

colin ritman is soooo fucking hot i 100% agree.

imagine running your fingers through that bright ass hair or adjusting his glasses for him. i am SENT

[troublemkr]

ㅤㅤunable to help the feeling of being offended , Claire actively tried to steady her breaths as they deepend. she didn't like the tone from @thespyinred , the way she called terrasave a ' kumbaya singing group '. Claire had heard it all before , of course , so many people didn't take the organization seriously until they needed them. usually Claire could live without taking the digs to heart , but it was Ada. she didn't want to be written off by Ada , even if it wasn't personal to her only to her job. 

ㅤㅤat the rejection that Claire knew was going to happen , she felt both disappointment and relief. she knew that she wouldn't be happy if she'd had to work alongside Ada , knowing full well a conversation about their mutual friend might irk the brunette. on the other hand , though , Claire couldn't honestly deny the spy's espionage. Ada was very talented , if not sincere. 

ㅤㅤbefore she could bring herself to respond , however , the spy continued with her comment about a charitable act. the entire exchange made her uneasy , and she couldn't tell if it was simply because of the threat to terrasave's members or because of the vibes she was getting from Ada. " YOU KNOW HOW TO GET AHOLD OF ME. " was her only response as she watched the other woman saunter over to the back exit of the hardware store. she was mysterious , that much was obvious , and part of her could understand the allure that held Leon in a chokehold , but that realization put the younger Redfield in a sour mood. 

――― 

ㅤㅤafter debriefing with Neil and several other members of terrasave about her meeting with Ada , Claire began looking into the thumb drive that she'd been provided. Ada hadn't been lying , there were clear cut plans for a bombing to take place at the next terrasave rally ― including a hit list of sorts , members' names that seemed to be the clear targets. Claire's name wasn't on the list , a fact that brought on a pain in her chest. of course she didn't want to be on the list , but these people were her friends ― her family even. 

ㅤㅤother than the list of names and a general outline of the plan , there were several encrypted files with names seemingly related to B.O.W.s. files were labeled ; ' t ― abyss ' , ' t ― 011 TALOS ' , and ' bandersnatch '. she enlisted the help of other members of terrasave to attempt to decrypt the information , but before they could break in , she was pressured by Neil to reach out to their unwilling teammate. 

[ sms ; unknown number ] feeling charitable today?

[jinxpologist]

why are the two main guys of bandersnatch so transmasc vibes. like they just. they just. you know? you know.

[shellxrls]

https://www.tumblr.com/shellxrls/764898195448922112/obx-bangers-match-vibes-would-be-so-funny-simply

I meant BANDERSNATCH ffs auto correct 😭😭

i cld assume dw !!

[whatthedormouse-said]

⭒˚⭒ MOLLY MCKELLAN ⭒˚⭒ has just turned to a new page in their story. They're a [ 24 ] old cisfemale (she/her), and you might know them better as MALLYMKUN (DORMOUSE) from Alice in Wonderland. They're currently working as a waitress at Tick Tock Diner. They look a lot like ⭒˚⭒ ASHLEY GREENE ⭒˚⭒ and come from a world of [ magic ], but you'll know them best by their slayer of the bandersnatch, here for the pie, beauty, grace, and she’ll punch you in the face vibe. ⭒˚⭒

[theredofoctober]

Decided I just need to power through all the Bandersnatch dialogue notes to figure out if how I'm planning it is working as the ending. I should be fairly straightforward, but the vibes have to feel right. I've been writing it so long it would be the worst if it fell flat

[standardquip]

I completely agree with you BUT have you considered the black mirror movie on Netflix, "Black Mirror: Bandersnatch" which is a choose your own way movie that definitely has the same vibe

RDR2 and Disco Elysium both being games where you as the player come in in the middle of some guy’s derailing life and immediately start making massive personality decisions that go against who/what he’s been up to this point AND they get to react to it are so funny. Idgaf that Harry has the hangover of his life and is experiencing withdrawal symptoms, I’m making him go to work and quit drinking and drugs cold turkey. No speed, no licking rum stains. You’re going to be thoughtful and compassionate and thorough at your job and I don’t want to hear your conscience complaining at me! I stop letting Arthur drink and smoke and rob random people but we do start hunting so often that he sits down and tells Mary Beth that he doesn’t feel like himself anymore and that he’s been “killing so much.” They know some great invisible hand is altering them but they’re powerless to stop it and I get to control them but their awareness of my role as puppet master makes me feel creepy and a little cruel. It’s such an interesting concept that no other medium can achieve.

[dianaboring]

Christmas Day At The Workhouse

Christmas Day At The Workhouse

December the 25th again. Not the greatest day due to an arthritis flare up, which somewhat wrecked the vibe and pushed my carefully laid plans asunder. But tis the season and all that I suppose? I have no real thoughts about 2023, making any plans seems a dangerous follie at present.At any moment the ‘The frumious Bandersnatch’ might yet appear and require shunning.So here is a question then.…