#dying light game

[dlthedescent]

I've decided to dump some art stuff to show: 1. I'm still alive, 2. the fanfic is still alive, and 3, here's Freakazoid (aka Kyle Crane).

There was a loooooooooot of experimenting before I got to the above set of drawings (as you can see my black-lined sketches in the next set.

Additionally, Freakazoid hasn't been the only character I've been working/revamping for a while. New Mad Jack design.

I am gonna have a hard time coming back to this piece cuz I can forget how to render after some time ahahahah.

i try.

anyhow I hope you enjoy these art pieces.

Am I gonna be able to finish a lot as well as continue the fanfic this year?

....i'll get back to ya all on that eventually _(:Ⅰ」∠)

[crane--here]

they're so fuxking scary

[cammoreno]

From different perspectives, walking through…

[littlemarylil]

Kyle Crane in Dying Light: The Beast

[irldogbot]

[ BITES YOU ] [ BITES YOU ] [ BITES YOU ] [ BITES Y

playing dying light and it js really good i love zombie games

[thecinnaroll]

🔴LIVE🔴

Live and playing Dying Light! Apocalypse Time!

Twitch Link: Twitch.tv/TheCinnaRoll

[nothingf-i-s-h-yhere]

One of my favorite games right now is dying light.

Here’s a synopsis: Sonic the Hedgehog dropkicks zombies in low income areas

[risingsjdndhf]

[kormiato]

I...kind of started doing some music videos about some fandoms I'm in. And while listening to song Outrunning karma by Alec Benjamin I realized just how much it fits to them two, so then I did it. It may be not as good as I imagined in my head, but...it's not like I do this kind of video THAT much, so I just go with it. I wanted so much to share my idea with someone. Also it wasn't supposed to be a Hakon x Aiden video at first, but it started to become it at some point of redaction, I didn't complain. But if you don't like this ship, that's okay, it can be just a video about two of them.

[thatguyender]

DL Fanfiction - Ephemeral (I)

The THV has desecrated the lives of many, depriving freedom of the night with the terrors that lurked in the shadows. Villador was the last bastion still standing, protecting those who lived within the walls from the wasteland.

But what about those outside the walls?

Danger lurks in every corner, the unsuspecting become prey, while those who learn to survive must do what they can.

Hunter was no different from any other survivor of the wastelands. Relying on the UVs to keep them sane, and fighting every day just to survive the wickedness that was brought to them. He just wants to learn more about what caused his amnesia.

A survivor without a past but with a future.

An answer appear when something from someone else's past came to him.

Read on AO3

[1-800-scoupsss]

Once again, getting into a game where the fandom isn't even active 😭😭

[dlthedescent]

DL: Descent Short Stories: Mistletoe

This is one of several short prompts I had written within the Descent world as a present for my readers, friends and DL discord group. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! PS. It's non canon to the Descent, sorry Lyy

"It's gotten...festive." "So it has." Crane found the tone...apathetic. He thought Jack would be happy to see the mood greatly improved at the Junction. Considering the surrounding circumstances. "Not enough decorations?" Understandably, not everyone in this country would be into Christmas. "Never a fan of the holidays." What. "How can you not like Christmas?" he asked, incredulous. Jack shrugged. "It's a corporate cash grab every year. People fussing over overpriced gifts, decorations and food. Nothing joyful about it anymore..." Holy shit. Had she never had a real Christmas before to have the joy sucked out of her? Crane felt sorry for her. "And then there’s the insufferable caroling." "The caroling is the best part!" he uttered, offended. "If you say so. I'm never around to hear those outdated jingles." Crane stared at her, dumbfounded. "You...worked through Christmas?" "Clients pay more for the gigs because no one wants to work on the holidays. So, why not." "You're a monster." Even he couldn't see himself skip Christmas. "Yes, yes, I'm a humbug." "Hey, mister." Crane stopped, turning to one of the Junction kids. Rashid, he remembered his name. Rashid was pointing at something above him, so of course, the two adults looked up. A plastic mistletoe. Nailed in the frame of the door. Wait a minute.

"You're supposed to kiss her." Crane looked down, wide eyes. Why did a ten-year-old put him on the spot? And who the fuck put that up there?!

"I... Well..." He hesitated. Sideeying at Jack, who once again was finding Freakazoid panicking as entertainment. How would he get himself out of this mess, she visibly wondered. She wouldn't come to his aid. "You don't like her, mister?" another kid, damn blunt, just sprouted that out. "Now, wait, hold on a minute." It wasn't that he didn't want to - wait, no, it should only be if Jack was ok with that - stop, hang on! He was a fucking, talking sentient zombie! "I just...don't think that's a good idea. I got a cold," he quickly lied. "Will pass that to her." He heard Jack chuckle loudly next to him. The children were gathering; did he really act like a headless chicken for them to notice? "But they told us if we saw you pass under the flower, you have to kiss each other," Rashid pushed innocently. "Ew, kissing," another kid in the back shouted. "Who exactly said that?" Crane pried, so he could put their names down and go after them for this. "The canary and the owl." "So Riza and Ender," Jack deducted, bringing a deepened scowl on Crane's face. Those little shits-! "The canary lady said you have to kiss so we can win the game. That's the rules," Rashid explained. Meaning these kids had no idea the reason for the mistletoe. "She said she'll give us candy canes!" Of course she would! Why are all the Ravens as conniving as Jack?! "That's not how this works," Crane tried to convince them. "Told you he wouldn't do it," another kid cut him off. "Adults don't do kisses." "Now, now, wait a second here." Stop putting words in his mouth! But it wasn't like he could...explain a topic far too young for kids to understand! Adults do do kisses and it's natural and why am I trying to come up with an explanation?! He didn't hear Jack's soft giggle, or spot her closing the gap to Freakazoid. All too flabbergasted on the spot that he should just stop there and be done with it. Crane's blabbering stopped mid-sentence once he noticed a slender hand reach to one side of his hood and pull. Unknowingly, brain still fizzled, he let it happen and found himself looking down at the grinning brunette as she stood on her tiptoes. The children couldn't see past the hood; but Crane felt something soft on his temple. His eyes as wide as dinner plates, stunned, feeling cheeks flushed. Did she - did he really - "It's only the forehead," Jack chimed. "But I think that counts." She strolled out of the room, actually a little joyful. "Merry Christmas, mate."

[vselenzlo]

Interesting about Bloody Ties

P. S. If u r rus and don't know English, I can translate this for u

We initially receive a message that the champion of the arena and those behind him are stirring up something very strange that will destroy the whole city. This is the first point.

The second point. The first appearance of the Skull is a gas attack that introduces everyone into unconsciousness (!) condition, but surprisingly, Aiden can even stand on his feet, although then he still caught on a face by Skull, but not the point.

The third point. Infected absolutely do not react to Skulls, at all.

And now let's compare all three points (perhaps there were more of them, but these are the main), and doesn't it remind you of anything? Of course, spraying substance 13-54 at our first meeting with Mother in Dying light: The Following. Crane also fell into a trance from the second breath and stirred up after about 20 minutes only, plus not a single infected person reacted to the people who were there and Crane. (I don't know why the infected didn't react to Skull, maybe he has a perfume that sprays 13-54 in:) However, when Aiden asked why Skull supposedly walks so independent, we didn't get a clear answer from Astrid, she seemed to have moved off the topic altogether and it was a dialogue from the category:

- do you like football?

- it's sunny today

Literally it was)

Further, as we know, a large dose of 13-54 turns a person into a sentient volatile. So we didn't just look at the sad story of one family in Villedor, but saved the whole city from the cruel death... But they didn't even tell us about it, I don't remember that they told us anything at all after killing the Skull, only if "well done, Aiden, don't worry", although in fact we don't know who is plotting this, because the Skull was a slave in fact. Maybe there was Astrid? After all, we also killed her, and it was she who promoted the Skull to champions. In short, Aiden is once again well done, but no one appreciated it, merch was not done, a monument was not erected, dislike and unsubscribe

Thanks for reading, guys, lol

[cammoreno]

[washingmachinegirly]

Dying Light 2 Hakon x OC Drabble

i cannot for the life of me find any Hakon fanfiction so i wrote some myself.

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“Just entertain yourself while I try to fix the generators. Don’t touch anything. Got it?”

Frank told them the community was running out of supplies, and the surrounding areas were dry.

Sabine said that she knew somewhere untouched by any other survivors. She offered to go and retrieve the supplies.

Hakon said he would go along with her.

Now that they were here, it was clear she did not want to be here and didn’t want Hakon here either.

“Yes, ma’am.”

That’s how the man found himself in the woman’s bedroom. It was untouched for 15 years, like a time capsule. Looking around, he could see both the personality and the lack of personality in the room. The walls are stark white and only hold a handful of decorations, but the room holds many CDs, DVDs, and books. The CDs and DVDs intrigue him but are useless unless the generators work. So he makes his way to the bookshelf.

Looking through the bookshelf, he sees a variety of books. LSAT practice books, D.I.Y. books, law books, history books, and romance books. He would have never pegged Sabine to be the romantic type. He takes a book off the shelf titled “A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime” and opens it to a random page.

“It’s been three years, four months, two days, and a handful of hours since the first moment I set my eyes on her. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. The absolute bane of my existence.” He reads aloud from the book and then laughs to himself. The lines are cliche, but he can’t argue against them. They were romantic and something he probably would say himself.

Above the bookcase, he finds a dead plant. Peering around the rest of the room, he finds many dead plants. Most likely unwatered. Who would have stayed around to water them anyways? On top of the bookcase is an ornate tea set. Picking up the teapot and dusting it off, he realizes it is handmade and old. It would probably sell for a pretty penny. Juan would practically salivate over it. He would never tell Sabine about selling to Juan, though. That guy is her number one enemy. The stick up her ass.

Walking along the wall, he comes upon a dresser. On top of the dresser, he finds a music box. After cranking the knob on the back and opening the box up, hoping for music. Unfortunately, no music sings, and the ballerina remains stagnant. Inside the box, he finds only a plastic rhinestone choker and plastic diamond earrings. The type of jewelry competitive performers would wear back in the day. He then picks up a violin case and opens it. Inside sits a beautiful, untouched violin. It shines against the sunlight peeking through the window. He wonders if Sabine would play for him and if she is as good as she claims. Beside the violin is a picture of a girl and a dog. He picks up the photograph to get a better look. Upon inspection, he realizes it is a picture of a much younger Sabine and a dog. The dog looks to be an Australian Shepard. Sabine had the massive dog in her arms. They were both smiling at each other.

Hakon has never seen her smile like that. He smiles to himself and places the framed photo back onto the dresser. Walking away from the dresser, the man comes face-to-face with a large mirror that takes over almost an entire wall. It had been long since he’d seen his reflection so clearly, in broad daylight. He takes in how greasy his hair and skin look.

“My god, am I graying?” He asks himself as he steps closer to the mirror and ruffles his hair around.

He takes in the new scars on his face, neck, and hands. Some are faint and will probably disappear in a week or so. Others are deep, leaving an indent in his skin. One scar, in particular, is deeper than the rest. It goes from the top right of his forehead, through the eyebrow, past his eye, over the nose, and stops in the middle of his left cheek. Despite the lasting mark, he supposes he should be thanking Sabine. If not for her, it’d be a hell of a lot more than a scar.

Hakon was cornered between two skyscrapers by a pack of renegades. He had thought it was an easy enough job to handle alone. Obviously, he was very wrong. As the renegades approached him, they laughed and sneered in his face.

“No one to save you now, runner.”

Soon enough, Hakon felt the cold concrete hit his back. He could have and should have gone the other way, but no, he’s always looking for trouble. As he scolded himself, a renegade approached him with a knife. Hakon imagined that behind the mask, the man was smiling as he raised his blade. Hakon closed his eyes, ready to face his death. Only a fool like him would perish like this.

Yet the blade only scratched him. When he opened his eyes, in front of him, he found the guy dead on the ground. Looking up, he saw Sabine fighting off the other four.

“Are you going to keep staring at me like an idiot, or are you going to help me?”

Hakon chuckles to himself as he thinks back on the memory. Despite his gray hair and ugly scars, he must still have charisma if he’s lucky enough for a girl like Sabine to save him.

He moves to the other wall, gazing at all the items hanging upon it. While the trophies and medals are pretty shiny in the sun, Hakon’s eyes draw toward the other ornaments on the wall.

First, he finds the drawing of the dog. It must be the same dog from the framed photo on the dresser. Getting a closer look, he notices the message on the bottom.

“For my favorite sister. P.S. I miss you! And so does Clementine. Please come home soon! - Chrys”

The man chuckles to himself. He can’t imagine the 15-year-old Chrysanthemum he knows being so young. She couldn’t even spell her name! She must have been around 4 or 5. Despite the childlike innocence, it makes him sad as he remembers how young she was when it happened. Still, in spite of all the world’s hardships, Sabine’s sister was able to keep a bit of her childishness. Hakon’s eyes wander over to the family photo.

A childishness Sabine never seemed to have.

All the people in the photo seem to be emotionless. They were all flat-faced yet held the smallest air of contentment. After a closer inspection of the 15-year-old Sabine, Hakon decides that Sabine is and was nothing like her sister. She sat in front of her parents, knees together, back straight, and heads in her lap. Her lips were a flat line, slightly curved at the edges, and her eyes seemed sad.

Hakon decides to move on to the collage of photos.

When looking at the photos, a gust of déjà vu hits his face.

The collage contains four photos in total. The first photo was a group photo with three girls in a cab. Hakon recognized Sabine in the middle of the other two girls. The taxi cab and scene looked all too familiar. In the second photo, he realized why it was so familiar.

It was his taxi cab, the one he drove before all hell broke loose.

He is looking at a photo of his younger self with the three girls. As he stares at the picture with the seriousness of a detective, the day returns to him in broken fragments.

The girls had all hopped into his cab, giggling with each other. He was a bit weary of them, but Sabine claimed they had money and to just drive. Despite his weariness, he was bored, so he obliged. As he “drove” through the traffic in the city, he eavesdropped on the girls’ conversation and watched their theatrics. He would have been lying if he said it wasn’t entertaining. Sabine caught onto him and asked if he wanted in on the photos and fun. He should have said no and done his job, but he was never that kind of guy. He was young and looking for something fun to happen, so he said yes.

Sabine dragged him into the photo, smiling cheekily. She leaned over the console to take over his radio system to change the music. She told him he had shit music taste, which he scoffed at, but she was right.

Sabine also dragged him and the girls to a karaoke bar. At first, they had just ordered a few drinks and watched the other drunk barhoppers sing on the stage. Within 10 minutes of being at the bar, the girls found themselves on the stage, performing an America’s Got Talent-worthy performance of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. That’s when Hakon took the third photo with Sabine’s camera. After that, the girls all took turns performing solos, allowing the other bar-goers to squeeze in once in a while.

A couple more drinks in, Sabine convinced Hakon to sing with her. That’s where the fourth photo came from, courtesy of one of Sabine’s friends. He never learned their names. After his and Sabine’s first performance, the night got a little blurry.

Hakon is amazed that he remembers that much from almost 15 years ago. He is even more amazed that he’s known Sabine long before the fall. He thought he would have remembered a girl like her, but life gets busy. Extremely busy, according to the events of the last 15 years.

Static comes from his left, and he’s broken from his stunning trance. Looking over, he finds an old TV turned on. Sabine must have got the generators on. While the TV is on, Hakon doesn’t suppose there’s cable TV anymore. To delight, he does find a collection of DVDs and VHS tapes under the TV. He kneels to get a closer look at the collection. Most of the tapes seem to be performance videos, most likely of dances. Sabine had never talked about it, but judging by the trophies, medals, and dance equipment, Hakon could guess she used to be a competitive dancer. He was very familiar with those girls and their families, having to drive them around in his cab during competition season. None of the tapes interested him, but a CD labeled “My Final Bow: Video Diary” sure did. He isn’t normally one to go through people’s diaries, but he is willing to make an expectation for a closed-off girl like Sabine. Besides, a photo that falls out of the CD case tells him the video probably has to do with him. The photo is a blurry, candid picture of Sabine and Hakon. Her short arm stretched out to fit them both in the camera’s border as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. Hakon doesn’t remember that part of the night. He doubts Sabine does either. After one last glance at the photo, he puts the CD into the TV’s CD port.

The video was a simple collection of clips taken on the same night as the photos. It showed the girls racing toward the cab and jumping inside. They were giggling the whole time. The clip transitioned to the girls in a heated conversation about god knows what, but Hakon heard himself laughing in the background. The video then jumped late into the night. It showed various moments of the group’s karaoke performances. Sabine’s show to the song Circus by Britney Spears. Hakon and Sabine’s duet to Love Shack by The B-52’s. One of the other girl’s performances of Love Story by Taylor Swift. The rest of the video was a blur of the night, the liveliness of the filmers altering the video. It showed Sabine and the girls jumping around and laughing. Soon enough, the clips were coming to an end. Each clip showed Hakon dropping off the girls at their respective hotels. At each stop, Sabine would hug the girl with all her might and wave goodbye to them until they were out of the camera’s sight. Sabine was the last one to be dropped off. The final clip shows Sabine waving toward Hakon as he drives away. Then the video cuts to black.

“ I thought I told you not to touch anything.”

Sabine’s voice causes Hakon to jump from his seat on the ground. Behind him, Sabine stands leaning against the doorway. She crosses her arms, and her eyes look angry, but she has a small smile on her lips.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to watch the entire video with you.”

Hakon stares at her as he stands up. He looks past her, deep in thought, then turns to look at the TV and back at her.

“Do you remember any of that night?”

“I didn’t recognize the guy was you until now if that’s what you’re asking. You look a hell of a lot uglier now.” She smirks at him. “You’re a hell of a lot more annoying too.” He rolls his eyes.

Hakon has a million questions rolling through his head right now. What happened to her after that night? Who are the other girls? Does she remember anything from that night that he doesn’t? Why aren’t other photos of friends and adventures in her childhood bedroom? Despite his million questions, he knew Sabine wouldn’t answer them. Looking up at her, he sees her fiddling with the straps on her jacket. She was scared he would ask her questions. Try to pry into her personal life. Something she’s been clear about not wanting since the day she joined his group. He’d respect her wishes, but still…

“Why’d you keep this photo?” He questions as he picks up the photo off the ground.

It was unlike the Sabine he knows now to keep a photo like that. It was unlike her to take that photo or to kiss him in the first place. He imagines Sabine would gag at even the thought of getting close to him. He hopes his question will tell him a bit about her without directly asking her about her past.

Sabine approaches Hakon to take a look at the photo. After a glance, she scoffs, rolling her eyes before snatching the photo from his hand.

Still, he looks at her with probing eyes.

“…I think if things went differently after that night, I’d be a fun girl to be around. I’d be the life of the party.” Sabine contends as she stares around her old bedroom, reminiscing.

Certainly an odd answer from the Sabine he knows. He feels like that may just be the most backward, vulnerable answer he could have gotten from Sabine, but he’ll take it. Any glimpse into her as a person was a win to him.

“I think you’re pretty fun. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t, would I?”

Sabine looks at him for a while, pondering his answers. Just when Hakon thinks he might get another genuine answer from the woman, she laughs while rolling her eyes and then turns her back on him.

“Come on. We need to clear the basement and the rest of the house now if we want to leave before nightfall. I don’t want to spend the night here.”

Hakon chuckles to himself as he follows her out the door. He’ll have to remember to grab the photos and violin before they leave. Though Sabine insisted her room be left alone, he feels these items are worth her ripping him a new one the next day.

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disclaimer: i know nothing about dying light 2 besides minimal research on the wiki and watching slimecicle play it. i know even less about dying light, having never watched, so there are probably a lot of inaccuracies. i just wrote this bc i thirst for hakon and i needed a muse for my creative writing assignment. also the format may be weird bc i copy and pasted it from my creative writing draft.

[poz-patrol]

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