#case transcript

[paa-official]

Recording No. 10

I stood facing myself with my arms crossed in front of my chest. It must have been another shapeshifter working for the telepath and spying on me. At least that's what I thought, which is why I wanted to dive into his head.

>> Your mental ability doesn't work on yourself. << he said calmly and came closer to me. And I couldn't actually feel or change his feelings. Instead, I was reaching into the void with my ability, but the telepath could have just pushed me aside.

>> Who are you anyway? << I asked with a discontented tone.

But only one corner of his mouth twitched upwards >> I am your conscience. My job is to help you when you're in trouble. <<

>> Compared to everyone else, you have good timing though. And how are you going to help me? <<

As he stood directly in front of me, he calmly leaned back against the wall and lifted one leg to rest it against the wall as well >> By sorting out your thoughts with you. Let's start with the problem itself. What's bothering you right now? <<

I also leaned against the wall and crossed my arms >> If you're really me, you'd already know that. <<

>> It's okay. << he said after a moment >> But why do you have this problem? <<

I looked over at him. He was a perfect copy of myself and yet I was looking for any sign that it might have been someone else. But the look matched mine one to one.

I sighed and looked up before answering him, >> It doesn't feel right to wipe out a species that not only strongly resembles us, but is also innocent. And then too, when my own people lied to us all to force their war propaganda through because they shit all over the previous planet. <<

My so-called conscience laughed out in amusement. I immediately looked at him again and asked irritated >> What do you find so funny? <<

>> What did you find in those people that you should feel bad about? They're nobody, I mean, the most they can do is fly to their own moon and that's it. You've seen their technology and weapons. One snap of the fingers and they're gone. We won't even notice. <<

I raised an eyebrow. The look might be true, but if it had really been me, he would have known about Jenny. It seemed like the telepath in the archive hadn't been looking into my memories, just trying to follow my thought process.

>> Are humans then worth less because their technology is less advanced than ours? <<

My counterpart simply shrugged his shoulders >> I don't know. You tell me. I'm just saying, why should we bother? <<

One corner of my mouth twitched upwards that he had given himself away. Just sit back and push all worries aside. Who had he thought I was?

I pushed away from the wall and put a hand on his shoulder >> Thank you for coming here. I had completely forgotten that I could just relax. <<

He grinned at me with complete satisfaction, even if the grin was completely fake >> You shouldn't overwork yourself either. <<

>> True. And with any luck, these lizards will get under our bullets too. <<

He nodded to that and I ran back to the barracks to lie down on my bed. I'm definitely not going to be able to fall asleep now, I thought to myself. But at least I knew what I had to do. Even if I didn't like taking advantage of Luke and his high position, it was the price I had to pay. For every action there was a reaction and I had to deal with that if I wanted to do the right thing.

I don't know how much sleep I got that night, but it definitely wasn't much. I also had a strange nightmare that I didn't understand for a long time.

The ground beneath my knees was embers and ash mixed with blood. There were soldiers around me, but they were wearing full body armor and I couldn't tell who I was there with. Their armor had many burn marks and scratches and was made of metal.

All of them suddenly pointed their weapons in one direction and held their fingers on the triggers. In my hands was a weapon like the soldiers' and my armor was the same, except I wasn't wearing a helmet. Suddenly everyone started firing and a hellish screeching noise threw me off balance.

There was a wall of black hordes in front of us, moving towards us and even flying towards us. The bodies of the creatures fell one after the other onto the blood and ash-covered ground, but the mass hardly got any smaller. There seemed to be no end to it and it was getting closer and closer to us.

But then a loud and deep rumbling sound emerged from behind the creatures. They all froze and stopped moving. The soldiers stopped firing and waited to see what would happen. My blood froze in my veins and I continued to kneel motionless on the ground. Only a harsh and warm wind blew through the air when a tremor announced itself with a quick hiss and lifted us all two meters off the ground. Countless spears flew at us from the front and pierced us.

I landed on my back on the hot ground and the thick spear pushed out of my chest a little. A sharp pain and an empty feeling in my arms set in as the black creatures marched past my body after only a short time. A figure with red, glowing skin stopped next to me and looked at me. It looked as if lava was flowing down its face and the horns on its head were steaming black soot. Its glaring eyes, which could have been made of fire, looked at me scornfully before turning away from me.

My body quickly buckled upwards and I propped myself up on my bed with my elbows. I was breathing frantically and irregularly and small beads of sweat rolled down my chest. All the other scouts in the barracks were still sleeping peacefully, so I calmed my breathing and my heart started beating more regularly again.

I was about to lie down again and go back to sleep, but then the alarm clock in the room, which was built into the ceiling, sounded. Everyone jumped up unmotivated and prepared to run to the canteen. While some had already left the barracks, I threw my blanket aside and grumpily got up from my bed. It was just a nightmare, nothing more, I thought to myself.

Becka and I sat together at a table and ate breakfast. She had been quiet most of the time, staring sadly at her food. Everyone else in the dining room was talking to each other. Most of them were talking excitedly about getting a new home that they would even fight for. But Becka didn't seem to notice them all and poked around in the plate with her spoon.

I couldn't bear to look at her any longer and was about to say something to her when the sergeant entered the canteen. Silence fell immediately as conversation ceased and all the soldiers in the room stood up and saluted him, to which he replied with a short downward gesture. Then he looked around and called into the canteen >> Private Wilson! Step up! <<

I already realized what he was there for, but Becka and the rest looked to me with sympathetic fear. I put down my spoon and walked to him while everyone else followed me with their gazes. Even though what they were thinking must have been the wrong thing, I liked getting those looks. It felt refreshing to be admired with such respect that I had survived a battle with reptiloids.

The sergeant led me out of the canteen and walked me over to his office. Luke was already there in front of the desk, looking at us as the door opened. I saluted him because the sergeant was with us and Luke grinned.

>> Private, this is General Howard. He's responsible for preparing and coordinating the initiating attack on Earth. And he wants you as his advisor. What do you have to say to that, Private? <<

I quickly thought about whether I really wanted to use him and this position to stop the invasion. But it seemed to me that I had no choice.

>> I accept this position, sir. << I replied in a disciplined voice.

The sergeant nodded and spoke to Luke >> General, good luck with the attack. <<

Luke nodded to him as well and turned to me >> Let's go, Private. We still have a lot to do. <<

[butch--dean]

hi besties <3

the other day I decided to be the change I wished to see in the world and finally figured out how to make the supernatural transcript search engine I've been dreaming about since I started making amvs a year ago

the only pages it draws from are transcripts posted on the spn wiki page!!! it's been really helpful for doing research on specific themes/phrases used throughout the show & to figure out which episode a quote came from. If you use it I suggest using boolean search terms to make things a little easier!!!

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when Wilson and House says each other's name

[luminouslotuses]

tommy: hello jaiden.

jaiden [chuckling]: hello–

tommy: i am the god, i am godinnit.

jaiden: hello, godinnit.

tommy: yeess. take–

jaiden: yeah.

[tommy tosses a podzol block to jaiden]

tommy: –my podzol. take this to the end.

jaiden: what is– podzol, what is podzol?

tommy: you will meet my wife there. did you know–

jaiden: okay!

tommy: fun minecraft fact for you, the ender dragon– [a singular note of “able sisters” from animal crossing plays] the ender dragon– [tommy laughs] the ender dragon was actually a girl!

jaiden: was that one– animal crossing bass riff?

[tommy laughs, and jaiden chuckles]

tommy: oh, you noticed! you noticed it was the able sisters!!

jaiden: yeah, of course i do. [chuckles]

[a beat of silence, then “able sisters” begins to play again]

tommy: you’re my new best friend.

[jaiden laughs]

[heartcircus]

devotioners just keep winning it seems

Pangi: Do you think Mapicc is a good friend? Zam: Do you think Mapicc is a good friend? Yeah. I'd say so. Pangi: Do you trust him with your whole life? Zam: He's like- I trust him with a lot of my life, maybe not all of it but like a good amount of it I'd say. Maybe like a good like, 80%, y'know? So most of it. Pangi: [overlapping] 80%? Zam: Yeah, so most of it. Pangi: What's the other 20%? Zam: The other 20? Myself. Pangi: [laughing] so whats the other 80 then wait.. Zam: The 80 is like, Mapicc. Pangi: Wait, you're 80- wait, wait. I'm confused. Zam: 80% of my life is with Mapicc. Uhm.. and the other 20% is for me. Pangi: Wow, you give a lot of yourself to Mapicc. Why don't we make that 100% you? Y'know, you should value yourself a bit more than just about(?) Mapicc you know. Zam: Well I care a lot about what he thinks of me, um... and I care a lot about- just, y'know, making sure he's happy.

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Oh, there's a coffee house, no way! FOFOCA!

Fit: Gosto de fofoca! Gosto de fofoca. ...Wait, that's how you say "I like fofoca," right? 'Cuz I remember "Gosto de você" is "I like you," but "Gosto de fofoca" means "I like fofoca," right? [Reading chat] "Sim" Obrigado.

Fit: GOSTO DE FOFOCA! Tio Fabio gosto de fofoca! Sim.

[ananinidraws]

I dunno if this has been done before but. Bowser looks like he has a really squishable face

[suenitos]

tina asking george about his christmas (2022)

tina: what'd you do for christmas? george: uh... went to dream's parents' house. (laughs) tina: wait, that's actually kinda nice! that's sweet! george: yeah, well, i don't have any family here so... had to go somewhere.. or else i was just gonna sit at home alone. tina: did you have a christmas meal? george: yeah, we did! tina: and it was good? ooh, okay okay, what did you eat? george: there was mashed potato... tina (whispering): i love mashed potatoes! george (continuing): there was turkey, there was like little green beans wrapped in bacon. and there was... this like broccoli cheese thing? tina: broccoli cheese thing? george: there was some like, banana dessert thing... i dont know what else there was. some other stuff. and a cup of iced water! tina: oh! you remember your drink... that's good. you know what, good on you.

[bleue-flora]

Michaelmcchill really asking the real questions about Dream and the Prison…

[clip] Sapnap: “He’s fucked up alright? He was my friend but he’s Fucked Up, okay? He wanted to control everyone.” Eryn:”Really?” Micheal: “So you do think he should be in there?” Sapnap: “Yes.” Michael: “For how long?”

[clip] (about Sapnap’s visit to prison) Michael: “But was he like shaking bars fucked up? Or like what?—Was he acting like a fucking monkey in the zoo, like trying to get the fuck out, or what?” Sapnap: “Like no this—look he went from being fucked up in terms of like—like him just being like a bad person to him being fucked up by being like he wouldn’t talk—like oh he—he was like—he got fucked up from being in prison so long. You know what I mean? There’s a difference between the two fucks up.” Michael: “Well if he got fucked up from being in prison then maybe he should be out?” Sapnap: “No, no, no, Micheal, you’ve got it all wrong. He needs to be in prison til he’s not fucked up either way. Once he’s just not fucked up and—” Michael: “Wait a minute, so the prison made him fucked up?” Sapnap: “No, no, no, he was fucked up, alright? And then he got a different kind of fucked up but he’s probably still the other fucked up as well. You get what I’m saying.” Michael: “I mean I get it he was fucked up before he went in but it seems like the prison has fucked him up even more.” Sapnap: “No—no, look he’s gonna get better.” Michael: “If he—if he’s your friend, wouldn’t you want to help him get better?”

[clip] Michael: “But maybe the prison can’t help him!” Sapnap: “Michael, you’re wrong.” Michael: “I’m—I’m just asking.” Sapnap: “Michael, he has to stay in there. If he comes out— Michael: “These aren’t necessarily my opinions I just don’t—I mean if he’s you friend—What if he needs therapy instead of the prison?”

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Pearl: I am feeling very exposed

Iskall: "I am feeling very exposed" Pearl you are walking out in the open world-

False: -Naked

Iskall: With a salmon head on you.

[Laughter]

Iskall: And naked, what is there to not stare at

Pearl: I am not naked if I have a salmon head on my face.

Pearl: Would you like to join?

Pearl: Here you go (Drops salmon head at Iskall), I have plenty more than from where this came from.(Gives one to False and Stress too)

[paa-official]

Recording No. 1

Ok, let’s start with where you even come from. And your date of birth, so we can complete your file.

Well, I don’t know my exact date of birth, because I know my birthday by the auroric calendar. But if we convert the shift to the earthly calendar, then I was born in the summer of 1997.

What? Auroric calendar? Is it called after your home planet?

Yes. But it would’ve been my home planet, if I was born one year earlier. My birthplace was the warship Naglfari, where I was born one year after the catastrophe.

What happened to the planet? Was there a global crisis like a global warming?

Well, in history class we were being taught that another species attacked ours to claim Aurora as their own. They said, they came out of nowhere and suddenly began to attack our orbital station around our planet. The communication went down and scout shuttles were sent out, which were destroyed immediately after entering the cosmos.

This was followed by an invasion, which couldn’t be fought off by the griever. It happened so fast that the defense forces could do nothing but keep the intruders at bay. Meanwhile actions were taken to evacuate as many griever as possible and take them off the planet. Even warships were used, like Naglfari. But despite all the weaponry on the ships, only one could escape.

Exactly how Aurora was destroyed, was unclear. Yet there were rumors like a warship, which aided the defense, rammed the main ship of the invaders and hit it’s reactor. At the collision with the planet, the reactor exploded and allegedly tore the planet into pieces.

That was our subject the day before the recruitment. I was 16 years old or 18, if we convert it to your calendar. The only thing I could think about, was this recruitment. The military needed shape shifter, but my hands shivered by the thought that I wouldn’t see my parents or my best friend Luke anymore.

The lights in the classroom went on after the holo-presenation was finished and the class dismissed. The LED-Stripes on the white ceiling illuminated the light gray walls of the room and the dark carbon tables with metallic legs suddenly stood out to the dark blue floor.

I raised my head up from my arms and began packing my stuff. Right after I left the room, Luke snuck up on me. Like every other griever, he also had an ability. He was one of those, who has increased strength.

But why do you have two abilities?

I asked myself that my entire life. Not even my parents could answer me this question. The only thing they told me about it, was to keep it to myself and not tell anybody. So we kept my empathy as a secret.

Anyway, Luke snuck up on me and tapped me on my shoulder, while grinning happily >> So? Ready to stand for our people? <<

His red hair was all messy as if he forgot to brush them. At least he has found the time to wear his white uniform properly.

We went through the busy floor to the yard with the artificial garden >> I don’t know. I’d really like to be useful for our people, but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to let me out to the battlefield. <<

Luke started laughing and held my shoulder >> Easy there. You may not have my strength, but that doesn’t mean you don’t pack anything. Beside, your mission will be to scout out the planet and gather information about the species that lives there. They won’t even notice you were there. <<

>> And what if I find myself in a fighting position? <<

>> That’s why there is a three year lasting training. <<

We reached the yard and sat down on the bench around the tree in the middle.

>> You think that’s enough? << I asked.

>> It will be more than enough. Don’t shit your pants. You were extremely happy about it, just a few months ago. <<

>> I think it’s some sort of anxiety. Like when you’re fallen in love with someone and turn back right before you decide to tell them, because your heart is racing. <<

Luke nodded as if he knew exactly what I meant. In this very moment our classmate Becka walked right passed us with her friend. She greeted us and we greeted her back. Lukes gaze stayed on her as they kept walking and a slight smile formed on his lips. I noticed that and raised one eyebrow. After he noticed my glance, he innocently asked me >> What? <<

I nodded my head into Beckas direction >> Wanna tell my something? <<

Now Luke was the one, who raised an eyebrow >> What should I tell you? What are you talking about? <<

I started giggling >> It’s alright. You can keep it to yourself. Don’t you worry. I won’t tell anybody. <<

He nudged me with his elbow and a smile in his face >> You may be a little asshole, but you’re still a good friend. <<

I put on a fake, shocked expression >> When was I degraded from best to just a good friend? <<

Luke couldn’t hold it anymore and started laughing.

The rest of the day went more pleasant after Luke cheered me up. However it didn’t change the fact that I wasn’t paying much attention to my classes. Luckily all the exams were over anyway and there was basically nothing to teach us anymore.

Me and Luke had a similar way home, were walked together and talked with each other. But on this day he was quieter the further we went. He tried masking it, but I could tell that something bothered him >> Everything alright? <<

He looked at me like I had drawn him out of his thoughts >> With me? <<

I took a quick look around >> You’re seeing someone else? <<

He smiled >> No, all good. Why are you asking? <<

I tilted my head to the side >> You get quieter the longer the day gets. <<

He stopped and took his hands out of his pockets. I stopped as well and turned to him. Luke briefly exhaled and talked to me >> I think you already know, why I’m worried. <<

I looked surprised at him >> You were the one cheering me up that everything’s gonna be cool. Where do these worries come from? <<

He took a step towards me >> I did that for you. But the thought of me being alone, will not escape my head. I mean, I don’t have another friend like you. And then there is Becka… <<

I forgot about this. She’s also a shape shifter and had to go to the recruitment as well. That’s why I had my doubts about all of this. Even if it was for the good of all of us, family and friends were separated and it hurt everybody, who’s been involved to it.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and looked deep into his eyes >> I’ll tell you this as a good friend. Go to her and tell her everything. If you wait any longer, you’ll regret it. <<

He looked irritated at me >> I can’t do this right now. <<

>> Then when? When she’s in training? <<

Luke sighed and let his head hanging. But then he lifted it up and looked with full confidence in my eyes >> What would I do without you? <<

>> Fuck up your exams. << I said patting him on his shoulder.

The next day I had to go to the recruitment center and get checked. I even left the house early to avoid the tension at home. While my parents were sleeping, I left a note and went on my way.

The military complex looked pretty glorious on the outside as well from the inside. The white, shiny walls had blue LED stripes as accents and the also shiny, black floor build a contrast in the halls. The lighting came from warm white LED lamps on the ceiling, which illuminated the interior. The line got long really fast, but luckily enough, I wasn’t far from the end, because I got there early.

When it was my turn, a woman in an official military uniform greeted me. It was a gray uniform with dark blue and black decorations over it. She had tried to braid her black hair, but they were already loose again.

She pointed me to the next sample booth I had to go in. I closed the door behind me and let the automatic machine scan my body and my physical state. Next I had to go to the psychological evaluation, where the staff asked me questions and wrote my answers down.

After all of this was over, I had go sit in the waiting room and wait for the card, with which I was allowed to join the military or accept my rejection. As soon as I walked there, Becka crossed my path with a bright smile and her own card. She was so happy, that she didn’t even notice me. But I didn’t hold it against her, thinking she wanted to go to Luke and give him these news. At least I was hoping for it.

In the waiting room, I was waiting only five minutes, but they felt so much longer than that. I perceived the noise around me as muffled mumbling. If I hadn’t been accepted, I wouldn’t have been able to contribute to our society, which meant I wasn’t good enough for us.

Then finally someone came in and called out my name. Suddenly all my senses came back, but my voice vanished. I stood up and took what could’ve been my acceptance or rejection.

[shaylogic]

Transcription of the "Layers of Hell" from Edwin's notebook:

Title: Layers of Hell

Illustration of descending levels, to be described with each level transcribed.

Right side of page divides "Upper Hell" and "Lower Hell" (both roughly 4-5 floors)

Left side of page labeling the levels:

Vestibule: Endless(?) Staircase [illustration: spiralling stairs as the top level]

I. Limbo [stick figures stuck in hotel lobby]

II. Lust [stick figures writhing together in a butchershop, hooks and blood dripping down walls shown]

III. Gluttony [stick figures binging and purging food]

IV. Avarice [stick figures seemingly pushing boulders back and forth] Notes to the right: "heavy [workers/laborers(?)], everyone in your way"

V. Wrath [stick figures swept up in what look like currents] Personal note of transcriber: I looked up notes on Dante's version to get a better idea of this, and I quote "Note how the two groups suffer different punishments appropriate to their type of anger--the wrathful ruthlessly attacking one another and the sullen stewing below the surface of the muddy swamp (Inf. 7.109-26)". Link to source.

VI. Heresy [stick figures that appear to be seated around office tables, or perhaps are laying on sacrificial tables? Possibly graves/tombs. I'm afraid this one seems unclear to me.] Personal note of transcriber: I looked up more notes from the same source website as before, and I quote "Dante opts for the most generic conception of heresy--the denial of the soul's immortality (Inf. 10.15)--perhaps in deference to spiritual and philosophical positions of specific characters he wishes to feature here, or perhaps for the opportunity to present an especially effective form of contrapasso: heretical souls eternally tormented in fiery tombs." Link to new source page.

VII. Violence (8-10 subsections are listed for this level, but they are small and illegible) [figures in a flood of blood or being impaled on the sides of the level illustration] Edwin's notes to the right: "trapped, impaled, submerged in blood"

VIII. Fraud [large level depicting giant snakes, dripping blood that reflects Lust's illustration, figures, and something else I can't make out (jutting outcroppings of stone, wings, hands? I am unsure.)] Edwin's notes to the right: "snake pit, gain human form by biting other humans"

IX. Treachery [figures submerged with only head above surface] Edwin's notes to the right: "frozen + stuck + chewed on"

At the very bottom of the page and levels of hell is an enormous creature that appears to be something like a dragon emerging from a dark pit.

[s0ckh3adstudios]

I REALLY JUST SAT DOWN FOR THE LAST TWO DAYS TO MAKE REGRETEVATOR NPC DESIGNS AND FALL DEEPER DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. WHAT IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING TO ME

Considering the goofy nature and the endless potential and possibilities that seem to come with Regretevator and its characters, I thought it would be really fun (and a good character design exercise) to make some NPC designs! I tried to remain as faithful as you can get to the Regretevator "standards" with these. Tried to be goofy. A few of them do have lore that goes a bit deeper in my head despite their goofy designs :)

[stinkrascal]

vladislaus inspo for this post

TRANSCRIPT

picture 2 Victim: Please, let me go. I won't say anything.

picture 3 Nadia: I know, you won't. Soon, you won't have the tongue to speak. Helena: Hurry this up, Nadia. Y'all said this would be quick.

picture 4 Inessa: Aw, how precious. Don't tell me you're getting squeamish. Helena: Ain't nothing about being squeamish, I got things to do. Yakov: Those bastard students can wait! Inessa: Relax, we're having fun.

picture 5 Victim: Please, oh, God, please, just let me go. Marcellus: Hah! I love it when the meat squeals.

picture 6 Marcellus: Sing for me, piggy!

picture 7 Nadia: At ease, friend. Helena is right. Only children play with their food. Go on. Open the cage.

picture 8 Marcellus: So he lives! Vladislaus: Ugh.

picture 10 Marcellus: You've finally come out of your hole? Yakov: Hah! Must've been a great hole! Vladislaus: Ugh.

picture 11 Yakov: You missed a lively dinner, Vlad. You better make it to the next one, boy. Vladislaus: ... Yakov: Oh, apologies. I forgot you don't eat people, or whatever puritanical brainrot you're espousing this century.

picture 12 Inessa: I've missed you, pretty boy. When will you visit the parlor again? Frankie misses you. Vladislaus: Unhand me at once. Inessa: oh, and you're so gaunt. You need a proper meal.

picture 13 Helena: I'm leading the next hunt. You should join us. Vladislaus: You are leading? I thought—

picture 14 Helena: Things change, Vladislaus.

picture 15 Vladislaus: Stop pestering me, all of you. I have no time for antics. I must speak to the headmaster at once.

picture 16 Nadia: Where are your manners, my dear boy? Vladislaus: I am a grown man. Nadia: I know, darling—and look at how grown you are! Did you visit the wizards again? You look taller. Vladislaus: Ugh.

picture 17 Nadia: Always with your pouting. Why don't you try smiling, my dear? Vladislaus: I asked for a moment of your time, headmaster, not your condescension.

picture 18 Nadia: [ giggling ] Don't headmaster me, boy. Pardon us. This may take a while.

[utilitycaster]

Not that I agree with Ludinus, but can I point out that if he did go around searching for information like a normal person, Vasselheim would have just sent someone to deal with him?

Hi anon,

I'm not sure what this is in response to? I think this might be for a post I reblogged, in which case I would recommend you confer with the OP of that post to best understand their intentions and perspective.

Anyway, you can point that out, and have, but I think Vasselheim would only pursue him if he specifically tried to steal information from Vasselheim. He could probably authorize raids on any temple within the Empire without any retaliation, he demonstrably can seize control of archaeological sites, he did straight up steal the Omen Archive from the Grim Verity and Vasselheim's specific response and motivations are unclear (were they chasing him for that, or for, you know, the giant-ass Magic Moon Antenna in the desert), and more generally he's a 900 year old archmage who could have spent the past 600 years developing an elaborate infiltration system for every single academic or religious institution in Exandria if he were willing to actually build a loyal and dedicated heist crew instead of a system of underlings who high-key fucking hate him.

I think many people vastly overestimate the reach and involvement of Vasselheim. I know I made a joke about the Dragon Vatican but actually the way religion and worship works in Exandria seems rather decentralized. Vasselheim hasn't, for example, declared war on the Dwendalian Empire for outlawing half the Prime Deities. If Ludinus physically infiltrated Vasselheim, stole stuff, and was noticed, then yeah, Vasselheim would retaliate, but that's by no means the only way to do research on the gods.

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: This project is not over and I’ll do everything necessary to strengthen it day by day. It is a process. Step by step, and it will take time. But I’m taking care of it. [...] I have a personal conviction with this project and I’ll keep working to improve it.

This video is also available on Quackity's VOD YouTube channel, and will include English translations very soon. Please take a moment to read through the transcript of his stream in the meantime; I think it will help a lot of people feel a little bit better.

Translations provided by @QuackitySubs.

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

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Quackity: I turned on stream to give an announcement regarding what’s happening with the QSMP structure. I know there’s people with many doubts about lots of things so I hope this helps you all understand a little bit more. I’ll be saying all of this in Spanish because I find it easier to express myself in it since it’s my first language. I wanted to make that clear.

I want to give, and explain, a little bit of the context of everything, ok? These past three weeks have been very turbulent regarding many aspects. The restructuring process that’s going on for the project has not been easy at all. Before I involved myself, and I said it before, there was people who damaged the project in very harmful ways, administrative and financially wise. I addressed this before. But I haven’t given any updates or anything of that nature because the only updates I’ve had are all inner and of legal matter. Therefore, there are no visible changes, but they’re important ones that need to be done.

I’m telling you: people with ill intent have been removed from the project, and I’m still in the process with people that have caused a lot of this harm since the beginning. That has been one of the main focuses of this restructuring that’s being carried out. Guys, I want to make something very clear: during this process, the actions that are being made have to be done with extreme care.

Recently, I’ve wanted to give many updates both inside and outside, but we’re facing a very critical issue that’s leaked information. I don’t know if the people who leaked information and announcements from the inside knew this was going on. But when I gave inside information and it leaked where it shouldn’t have; that affected the process that was needed to take care of many things. And the people who affected me administratively and financially, which I already talked about in a past stream, found out about matters that they shouldn’t have known about and used this information to twist it and affect the process. This complicated to a great extent many things. This is why I haven’t given any announcements. This is why I’m not able to talk freely as much I’d like to, and I’m not ignoring or evading but a very, very delicate process is being carried out.

Since the beginning it was known, within my involvement, that to achieve a complete change we had to start with the people who affected me, the project, and that were the cause of many issues that have been going on this whole year. With that being said, what happened was we started looking for a financial strategy for the project because the costs are very high. The project was going to shut down, I already talked about this. And as soon as I could define through different strategies, if there was a way to support the project, the next step was going to reestablish the many QSMP parts that did not longer exist. And I want to make something very clear; given the financial circumstances of the server, I did not want to make anybody a promise that not even I knew could be fulfilled. For this reason, this element was still present- the financial element, and I could not give any more inner updates because I was working on a very important part of the financial element of the server.

It is my understanding that the lack of communication has been notorious, and I reiterate, it’s not on purpose. There are many matters behind the scenes that I’ve been meaning to address, but I’ve had to be very, very careful. I understand if there are people who do not agree with the approach of the process, and if you don’t trust the project neither the process that’s being carried out, don’t worry. I don’t have an issue if you stop consuming the project. I understand that completely. I said I had a personal conviction with the project and it will stay that way.

I’ve been working arduously, and I’m going to do everything in my power for the project to continue but with the best conditions possible, and something I want to make very clear is that this process takes time. That is something I want to make very clear. This process takes time.

Guys, there’s people who have parted ways with the project and that will continue leaving on their own will and I understand that fully. I don’t have a problem with whoever took or will take this decision and I wish them the absolute best. In fact, I made an inner announcement where I let them know that a restructure would take time to be implemented. And there’s people that, for reasons, no longer want to be a part of this project, and I completely understand it because it’s not easy to be in adjustment stages, so I understand. Something I announced from the beginning was that my main goal would be that the project would go back to normal, but with the best conditions possible. This can be achieved following the right dynamics and the right setting for every person contributing to the project and this cannot be done within three weeks. This entire process continues.

Having given a little bit of context behind many aspects regarding the project, I ask of everyone that would like to stay, their utmost patient. I don’t want to make any promises and I don’t want to sugarcoat it. I want to make concrete actions. And that’s what I’ve been doing, whether you can see it or not, that’s what I’ve been doing step by step.

Guys, the changes that I’m doing are in the project’s best interest and I’ll say this openly: These changes are in the project’s best interest and for the people who love it, people who have been impacted by it, people who follow and love what this project means. These people are my motivation and the inspiration for which I started the project, for which I’m still doing the project and for which I’ll keep doing the QSMP. I am not doing this, and I want to make it very clear, I am not doing this for the people who, for a very long time, want to see the project torn down through efforts that show the complete opposite of having love for the project. Be it non-constructive comments, malicious actions, ill intentions wishes upon me, the team, and any community that consumes the QSMP, and the project in general. To me, that all of these ill-intentioned people stop consuming the project does not bother me in the slightest. I want that very, very clear.

Guys, let’s not forget about something very important: it is very difficult to build something but it very easy to destroy it. To everyone who would like to join us in this building process, you’re welcome. For those who seek to destroy it maliciously… this project, since the beginning, wasn’t and it is not made for you.

Lastly, I’d like to say that these past days I’ve been getting many calls, emails and messages from people all around the world expressing what QSMP means for them. This is why, and I’m saying it as it is, this project is not over and I’ll do everything necessary to strengthen it day by day. It is a process. Step by step, and it will take time. But I’m taking care of it.

I want to thank everyone for putting their trust in me beforehand, and I reiterate my personal commitment to strengthen this project. I hope this clarified some doubts and gave context that to many people it was necessary. I reiterate, I have a personal conviction with this project and I’ll keep working to improve it.