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[potatotalksculture]

Disco Elysium: First Impressions

Within the last two weeks I've finished writing my BA, put together my new gaming PC and caught a cold. So there is no better time than right now to eventually start playing Disco Elysium.

This game has been recommended to my by almost every single person I talk to about games. And the things I knew in advance were: - The art style is impeccable, - There skill tree is rather cryptic for a video game, - You start the game as a character who has no idea what is going on or who he is, - There was a murder.

In the spirit of the completely oblivious main character I decided to go through my first playthrough similarly oblivious i.e. to not google things. This has proven too hard to maintain as soon as I had to assign some points to some traits and got frustrated about not knowing what do all those mean. After struggling for a while, I asked my partner to explain some of this stats to me. After realizing that I can't comprehend them without an indepth discussion about the game, I have simply based my decision on his recommendation to apply 4 to Intellect as well as Psyche and 2 respectively to Physique and Motorics. After going for Conceptualization as my signature skill, because it sounded fun, I entered the story itself.

Playing without googling has its perks. As a pretty unexperienced gaming gal I'm not good at comparing stats or making thought out decisions about skilling up. I usually just go for what's most fun or interesting and then try to do more strategic decision making as I go. This attitude vibes well with Disco Elysium as I stumble through the world having not a clue what is going on. I refuse to remember my name. I refuse to look at the corpse (until I have a good chance of not puking). I leave conversations half baked with intention of returning with some more skill points. I like how the game teaches you about different traits. It makes leveling up way easier for me. ATM I put my skill points in the traits that increase a positive outcome of rolling the dice in a few specific cases. Like opening the Clip Board of the Ledger, cuz I hope my badge is in there. I refuse to call it in that 've lost it. For now...

In the conversation I'm following my gut. My personal gut, not the one of the guy I'm playing as. It's fun. It's super fun. But I'm also happy to know more and then o a playthrough where I follow some animalistic instincts or present more as a Chad-drunk-muscle than a being with the ability to compose coherent thoughts. As a slack off, who asks for money, food and funny stories instead of investigating. But for now, I am a sorry cop. And it's kind of true to my own character. How sad...

I like learning about the world of Disco Elysium. About the internal probably more than about the external. But I guess that is partly the point. My one concern with the dialogue options is the same as with, for instance, Firewatch. Some lines may get slightly different meaning depending on how they are said. While talking with the what-was-his-name racist by the newspaper stand I can answer something like: "I can see what you mean" in an agreeing or judgmental tone. I don't like the uncertainty regarding which one is it in the game.

[edit:] I also refused to barge into the room next to mine, since there was a lady, who I just offended with a very vulgar proposition, taking a shower. I suspect I’m missing something because of that decision.

To be continued...

[pastlivesandperfectoceans]

Letters to . . .

[shadow0fknight]

[morganbritton132]

Steve, in the middle of Eddie’s live-stream: Do kids still say swag? Is that still cool?

Eddie, who hasn’t heard anybody say swag in the last ten years: Yeah. Totally.

[claraoswalds]

Can You Hear Me? // The Giggle

[navree]

"rhaenys could have ended the war by dracarysing all the greens right there" yes because a distant relation to the throne deciding to barbecue an anointed and publicly positively hailed king and his entire family who is well loved within the city and in multiple other parts of the country for the sake of the succession of a far-away princess no one was ever on board with who hasn't been seen by the populace in literal years, her psycho husband, her three obvious bastards, and two toddlers from the psycho husband would go over super well with westeros and especially in king's landing where scores of the still-cheering population were killed for no reason by that same dragon who would do the barbecuing, because when targaryens act unilaterally without thinking of how the people would react there's never any problem, which is why the storming of the dragonpit and robert's rebellion were actually just collective delusions dreamed up by readers who hate rhaenyra and not key parts of the story and house targaryen's history that directly contributed to their demise and are intrinsic to the plot

truly team black stans are made up of only the most genius and media literate amongst us

[digitalfossils]

[toastereno]

here's my piano cover of hidden land for hero/partner week (@heropartnerweek) day 4, done by ear as usual! (the prompt chosen was hidden land of course :3)

i instantly fell in love with this song the moment i heard it in game -- such a melancholy tune...and a great song to represent the trio's determination to save the world!

[black-and-yellow]

that's grape

@joyholderboy

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

I like my

Lewk

I like my

people

And I like getting things

done

[southern--downpour]

damn animation is pretty fun. wish cleanup didnt exist

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here and this is part thirteen??? Hello??

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off...

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

…Bart doesn’t really do patience.

He doesn’t have to, so he doesn’t. Growing up in a world that wasn’t exactly real didn’t make for a real strong understanding of reality, or timing, or estimating how long something takes, or how long it would take a garden-variety human to complete a task.

He sits in the chair. He kicks his legs.

So. Bart doesn’t really do patience. When he wants to make his way through a book, it takes a few seconds to read through the whole thing at his standard pace. It’s great! Finishing the Troy Dodson series had taken ten minutes. He watched the full set of movies on quadruple-fast mode in about half an hour, and then still had the time to show up to the tower for trivia with the team that afternoon. It had been Crash!

And when—when Bart had wanted to learn how to cook, he went through half the recipes in Ma Kent’s copy of The Delights of Cooking in two days flat. And that was with missions. He even taught himself how to prepare squirrel from the back of the book! It tasted…uh, weird, sure, but that might have been his substitution of Caribbean jerk seasoning for garlic powder.

Patience is… Well, when Bart is on a mission and he has to wait for everyone to go at a human-comprehensible speed when laying out the plan of action, that’s patience. Sometimes he jumps the gun a little, maybe—but usually it all works out!

And when Bart has to wait for Barry and Wally to be free and off work for their day jobs, because they’re adults with real world things they have to do and Bart’s just—well, he’s—he tries to be patient! And he distracts himself with other things, and he takes the time to explore the world and get in new experiences he couldn’t have before in his own little virtual world, and he tries new things, and he eats new foods, and then Wally or Barry shoot him a text or ring him up and then he’s back in town in seconds anyway!

…But there isn’t a way to speed this along.

The doctor with the cute cat lanyard and Wonder Woman both have been trying to explain to Bart how bad the damage is. But Bart can tell. He has eyes.

His friend is physical now, but he’s not…right. His face is caved in, like someone hit him really really hard, or someone gouged out the whole front face of his skull—Bart can’t see any red matter, but that’s because of the pulsing green sheath that’s covered all of his friend’s open injuries.

And there’s a lot of green.

That means he’s super injured. Bart can see most of his glowing green not-face through the window of the metal tube his friend is sleeping in.

It’s not just his missing face, his crooked jaw, or his barely-moving chest, or his green-soaked fingers anyway; there’s open pits in his chest, slathered in green goo that shifts when he breathes and glows just a little in the odd light of the medical wing, lumpy and half-scarred from stitches that were sloppily applied. Utilitarian.

Tim told Bart that the sutures were probably meant more to prevent extra clean-up in a lab setting than to keep Bart’s friend alive.

…Bart doesn’t really want to think about that.

There are lime-tinged scrapes and scars across and around his friend's hands and up his arms, verdant-veined legs that aren’t exactly the right shape and orientation legs should be, crevasses in his stomach, his chest, against his collarbone, and the clawed-out pit where a face should be.

All green. So green. Like grass… Like the Earth, when Bart comes home from space.

It’s scary. It’s frightening.

Wonder Woman gave Bart a hug and said it would be okay when the Medical team started to apply white-swathed casts around misaligned legs, and Bart almost cried. The medical team thinks the green is his friend’s body working on healing him. That Bart’s friend will be okay.

Bart lets everyone say comforting things, because it’s kind when everybody’s kind. But Bart’s been an experiment in healing the unhealable and he knows as much as anyone else does that there’s simply no way to know if his friend will be okay.

But his friend isn’t alone like he was. Bart makes sure of it.

So he sits at his friend’s bedside, eats a granola bar, kicks his feet in the stiff chair Medical had to offer him, and Bart practices his patience.

By the end of this, he might even be good at it.

[beezii]

doodled panther ninja’s college uniform !  

 -- she’s an art major (nerd)

[ikram1909]

“only hector left” are you forgetting this

https://x.com/evtpe/status/1718934508345651262?s=46

This interaction sends me because it looks like Hector was fighting for his life to get Gavi's attention 😭😭

[starscelly]

harls and wyatt engaging in freak rituals

dal@nyi 01.21.24 warmups

[rexbalistidae]

I love ghost stories dub 🙏

Joan looking through an old box she found in the attic..

Sigh obligatory tags @lesbiansupavillain ur fault @autistic-haven ur fault