#fassad and interpreter

[this-isnt-how-you-play-the-game]

I LOVE MOTHER 3 and i love the main three villain bads so i figured i might be using this blog mor. why not post a piece from a small while bacck. im probs doing better now but i dont think this sketch is SO Bad. i mainly did this one to practice eyes, a grueling task but it turned out that the interpreter's eyestyle is the one that began to stick to me. ill probably figure out how the hell to draw new fassad in the future... im stil learning...

some design(headcanon(?)) stuff id like to elab on for fassad:

fassad wears the vest n clothes hes known for when blending in with the villager,s, but when he is out doing more nasty work for master king p he uses a more army-fit uniform. i also like to think he has a cape similar to the colonels but capes and jetpacks dont go good together

big nose

i coulda probably made his horns bigger here. or maybe theyre better off a little smaller? big horns adds to the menace ngl

i didnt realize how many people DONT do the pigsnout hat button thing but apparently most?? i started doing it at some point and now it just feels right

chimera fassad no longer needs to appeal to the villagers because as far as they know he is missing, so being a chimera means he gets to go harder with the evil villain look. serpent-like robo eye included.

chimera fassad also has a more scruffy screwed up stache

hes a short fat fuck. that doesnt change much here

has a pretty feminine looking face. hes a magypsy. maybe he also still has magypsy habits? ionia says they need makeup to use psi so maybe fassasshole secretly wears some very hard to see lipstick

^^or maybe its more a thing about how the makeup makes them feel and the horns make him feel beautiful which is why he can use psi??? lore

thick bushy eyebrow(s) that look scary when hes mad just like the funny angry bird

and as a bonus, some headcans for ms interpreter:

has that 60s woman hair

overall mood: nerd

would do the anime glasses flash

the weird lamp thing on her head lights up and dims down depending on how tired she is and she is often a very tired robot

anyway, this art was actually a little while ago so im really just dropping it to dump a bunch of fassad/interpreter headcanons here. mother 3 is my favorite game. fassad is a super underrated villain for carrying the first five chapters and his dorky interpreter's design i always really found endearing. who knows??? maybe ill redraw?...

no one nose

[jelliclechoice]

[ray935sworld]

Consequences of assumptions

Marcmarc soulmate AU part 5

14.12 Winter writing

(Content warning: self worth issues and mention of suicide but no actual suicidal thoughts)

The start of the 2023 season couldn't arrive fast enough if you'd ask Bez.

It wasn't just the thrill of emotions and adrenaline, he was craving. He wasn't just hungry to get his first win, get more podiums and win lots of points for the team.

He also wanted to see his soulmate. He wanted to see him again and again, regularly. He just had to see him. Even if it was just for a moment.

During the last season he had lived for all those stolen glances. He enjoyed every second of eye contact where he could see the crack of the fassade. He saw how the cold 8 time World champion disappeared for a second and instead Marc looked at him from the other side of the drivers parade truck.

He loved those moment. He wasn't sure how well his return glances were actually recognized but he hoped he could see the honesty in those short moments were no one was around and it was just them.

They had short conversation in lonely allies of the paddock, both using them, maybe in hopes the others did too. They talked a little bit, all smiles and giggles before leaving again.

All Marc had to say was hi with this beautiful smile - not that self assured, over confindace, pr grin - but that beautiful, polite and kind smile that always made Bez felt seen and heard, and he'd drop right there on his knees to do whatever he was asked to.

Then the season started. Testing. And Bez was happy. There were less team members and even less cameras around, meaning less people who could spot him being nice to Marc.

So it didn't take long to find Marc, he was alone, sitting in a lonely corner of the paddock.

"Hey Marc. It's nice to see you again." he said, trying to start with something easy.

The Spaniard looked up.

Marc couldn't help but feel his heart break when he saw Bez. He stood there, his hands in the pockets of his pants, smiling at him shyly.

He looked beautiful. His curls were slightly shorter and his eyes had a kind shimmer. Because of looks like that, he had spent most of tbe winter break in tears.

That gaze filled with love, kindness and adoration was not supposed to be for him. He didn't belong with him. He never would. Not really. He would just end up abandoned him. So why even try?

"The fuck do you want, Bezzecchi?" he asked, his tone full of annoyance covering up the hurt of not sharing the same soulmark.

"I... I wanted... To talk to you. I thought-" "Well wrong. Just leave me the fuck alone."

And that hurt. It felt like a stab through the younger ones heart. He knew rude. He wasn't a kid. But he didn't know rude from his soulmate. And that hurt like a bitch.

That night he wanted to get drunk. Black out drunk, preferably. Not waking up until 15 hours had passed kind of black out drunk.

He obviously had a wrong picture if the last year and now Marc hated him. He had embarrassed himself in front of him and now there was no way back. He just wants to forget it by getting drunk.

But he couldn't. After all he still had to work the next day and he wouldn't make his team put up with him hungover.

So all he could do, was spent his time thinking, staring at the dark ceiling, waiting to finally fall asleep.

So his soulmate hated him. All hope was lost. He had done all that for absolutely nothing. It was worthless and senseless and might had been the reason why his soulmate hated him.

Hadn't Vale said something like that?

"Sure Marc plays nice." he heard his mentors voice in his head. "He acts all kind and charming. Until someone becomes a threat to him. Then he is the meanest fucker imaginable. He'll use every mental trick in the book to get to you."

Was that one of those mental tricks? Be kind and then act like an asshole? Maybe he had imagined things and interpreted things wrong. Maybe his delusional thinking had been too strong.

Or maybe he just caught him in the wrong moment.

He wouldn't be Bez if he gave up taht quickly, so he decided to continue.

He was still polite in private and played his roule as Rossi's boy perfectly for the public.l

All he got was an eye roll or an annoyed huff. Sometimes he fully ignored him. Soon Bez stopped. He didn't went to the darker and more seclude areas where he used to meet a kinder Marc. He knew he wouldn't be there, even if the older Marquez brother still used those ways.

His last attempt was shooting him a text asking how he was doing after he couldn't participate in a race.

He never got an answer though and it frustrated him.

There was no explanation. No reason. No real good bye after Marc started saying hello.

Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe podiums - and now half way through the 2023 season - and 2 wins weren't yet enough to actually make Marc consider him. Maybe he still wasn't worth it. Maybe he still wasn't worthy of Marc.

He felt the thoughts consuming him, creeping in his soul. He trained more and longer. He felt his muscles almost breaking. He took more risks, not caring if it might be one too much but it seemed to work.

Still those thoughts tormented him. He hated it. He hated them. He hated him. And he hated himself. There was much hate in his heart he had to drown it out.

He was sitting at a bar, whose name he didn't know in a city where he was only once a year, in a country he knew almost nothing about except that they had a racing circuit.

He had stopped counting after his 6th drink and at least 2 shared bathroom joints with Franky and then Migno.

He was willing to do anything to forget those stupid eyes that were only causing him pain. It worked sometimes.

Right now he had crashed. He was almost falling down on the bar, when he heard a voice next to him.

"Wow... Look at you..." he heard someone say. With a confused tone, he turned slightly around only to spot Jorge Martin eyeing him. "A new high of being a pathetic, little dog"

"Shut up" he spit back, covering his face from the light. The world was spinning around him.

"You know... Looking at you - not just like this, but just your behavior in general - I can understand why Marc pushes you away." he said as he looked him up and down. The disgust was clear to see.

"I mean he is everything. He's the sun. He is perfect in very imaginable sense... And you... You are nothing. No wonder he refuses to even spent a glimpse of attention on you. I'd kill myself if I had to spent the rest of my life with you."

Looking back, Bez didn't know if that really had been the end of it or it he had just passed out. He assumed the last thing because giving up wasn't like Martin.

And the worst thing - Martin knew about Bez soulmark. He had seen it a few years ago, when they were teammates. Back then he hadn't told him who had the other symbol.

But somehow he had found out that it was Marc.

Part of his mind whispered to him that they must have slept together. That Marquez had preferred Martin over him. They had sex and that's why Jorge had seen the otherwise carefully covered soulmark.

And it destroyed Bez even more. He kept wondering how he knew that it was the Spaniard.

And who else knew?

Vale? The academy? Had he snitched on him? Did they know he lied to them? About the soulmark.

After he was sober enough, the next morning, he went to have breakfast with them, as usually.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They were laughing, making jokes, arguing over something. There was nothing that indicated they were angry at him.

He stayed cautions for tbe next few days and used the next opportunity to drag Marquez through the mudd. In the past times it was easier.

He still loved him. Even if he tried not to. But all the heartbreak he caused him, made it in a way easier to just do the same. Destroy things just as much.

They continued like that. Marc ignoring Bez. Bez doing the same.

By now Bez had decided that it was for the better. He could never match him. The soulmark must be wrong. It must have made a mistake. They weren't soulmates. They weren't a match. They didn't even like each other.

So he stopped thinking about it and just went on with racing. He went on and won again.

This time in India.

It was another high for him. He had gotten more addicted to everything those past month. Addicted to alcohol, weed, racing, winning, podiums. And now he had gotten another kick.

He had celebrated with his team and was still smiling when he passed through the paddock, late at night.

He hadn't gone through those lonely alleys in between facilities where he used to meet Marc in months. He was sure if his win had happen last year, he would have ran there first thing as soon as the hazzle had died down, just because he hoped his soulmate was there smiling at him.

He hadn't used those ways in months. He knew he might find the man he loved there but not the man he thought might love him.

Now he went there again. He didn't know why, but he did. He thought nothing of it. Until he saw a figure sitting on the ground, blocking his way. He froze. Marquez.

"Move your ass. I wanna pass" he said coldly.

Marc looked up and there it was. The old expression. The old look in his eyes. The Italian scoffed. "You out to be annoying off track too?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Why did you go our way and not the main-" "Because I did. I don't own you an explanation." You never gave me one either, he added in his mind and decided to just go.

Marc stood in his way but he didn't care. He tried to push past him but he bumped into the older rider who refused to budge.

They stood centimeters away, their bodies still almost touching. He could feel his breathing on his body.

The Marc crossed the distance between them, his hands going up to his face. They caressed his face, ankeling his face more down, towards him, before he kissed him.

Bez felt his lips on his and for a moment he just gave in. He kissed him. He kissed him deep and even deeper. He slowly lifted his hands, he felt his shoulders and before he could do anything even more stupid, he pushed him away.

"Fuck off!" he cursed. He stared at marc, remembering the past year. He felt all the anxiety and hate swell up again. He remembered every night of crying and agony and the feeling of being close to insanity.

He remembered every time a wave of it had hit him, but he couldn't do anything. He remembered sitting at the ranch, locking himself in the bedroom, crying his eyes out just to go on teb dirt bike 2 minutes later, helmet on, tainted glasses so no one saw his red eyes.

He wanted to tell them, cry in their arms and yell. But he couldn't. They didn't know and he was too scared to tell him.

"Marco, you're worrying me" had Vale said one evening, sitting down next to him. He had taken his hand, squeezing it slightly. He had a concerned look on his face, like a father worrying for his son.

It made Bez feel warm and guilty at the same time.

"What? Why? I'm winning podium and races. I'm getting points and-" "I don't care about racing. Marco, something is bothering you. Emotionally. You haven't talked to any of us. That is concerning. You know that we love you, right? You can tell us anything. We won't judge. We want to help you"

He had felt hopeless and lost. He had never seen Vale as concerned as then. He almost looked sacred. Because of him.

And because of him. Bez looked up. Anger bubbling up in his chest. All the hurt he had caused and now he did that.

"Is that some kind of joke?! Am I a fucking joke to you?" he yelled, not holding back and not caring about their surroundings. "Martin put you up to this, didn't he?"

"What? I-" "OH don't you fucking lie to me now. You don't give a fuck about me. You've proven it over the whole fucking season! You never did, so don't you dare come now just to make a foul out if me. You manipulative asshole!"

"I- I-" He was too shock over the accusation to actually react to them. He didn't even know how to respond. He didn't even got another word in. Instead he was just staring at Bez who scoffed, turned around and left him right there.

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[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

Uhhhh sure Aloysius interpretation post why not

So Aloysius is a hilarious character to me, the guy's just a plain jerk with no redeeming qualities whatsoever (even Fassad loved his mouse and had a family that cared about him) And then after being an awful guy for the entire game he just ends up completely bankrupt sobbing in a bar about his misfortunes while his wife is cozying up to Mr. Prettyman back at home

So whenever he gets involved in any of my musings I'm pretty much invariably expanding on this and using him as a punching bag (literally so in one of my last posts)

So, basically, Aloysius is a big, insecure loser He's always been this whiny doofus desperate for respect and wealth, but not being able to get it He and Lardna were probably, like, high school or college "sweethearts," meaning he was obsessed with her (popular rich girl that would instantly raise him to the popular circle) and she liked the way he would do literally anything she asked him to with no self-respect whatsoever

Predictably enough, their marriage wasn't particularly cozy Just ended up together largely because it's the expected course for straight couples and they had to keep their respectable image Had kids because that's the next step that comes with that.

(I made this stupid thing for Valentine's Day this year, guess posting it here works)

And so the Minch family begins, and Aloysius becomes increasingly more frustrated with the lack of respect he's earned in life His kids are ungrateful drains on his wallet that don't listen to him unless he raises his fist at them His wife never paid him any mind before of course, but they were a husband and wife now and she should be obeying him like a proper spouse, right? r-right, honey? But she seemed even less interested in him than she ever had before, and now even seemed like she resented him for tying her to this family. When all he's ever tried to do is make her happy! The nerve! And none of his neighbors respected him, despite being one of the richest and most traditional families in town. Heck, he even tried to buy the next-door neighbor's gratitude with a loan, but now whenever he brings it up that idiot father just laughs and slaps him on the back like they're pals or something!

So yeah, lots of tension around the Minch household. Aloysius feels completely spiteful about how he perceives his status, and is desperate to have someone below him on the social ladder that he can push around - this usually ends up being his children, because he's a horrible human being

So this all changes when his son runs off one day

This is at first infuriating - oh yes, yes, I'm worried sick too, of course - until he gets a phone call from Porky. At first he starts screaming at him, until Porky tells him where he is and he falls completely silent. Porky's made it big. He's in the city now with one Mr. Geldegarde Monotoli, and the two of them are now the richest men in Eagleland. How'd you like to be our new business partner, Dad?

Aloysius drops everything and packs his bags with stars and dollar signs in his eyes, hightailing it to Fourside without even telling his wife or younger son. He's finally getting the life he deserves, and his old one can rot.

So Aloysius Minch is living it up, fawning over Porky and Monotoli and profiting off their success, living it up in absolute luxury and success without having to lift a finger himself

I have this WIP fic about Porky and Monotoli that Aloysius gets to have a role in, so I have a lot of super fun stuff with him here but I shouldn't get into all of it if I don't want it to be spoiled before I ever actually release it

Long story short, one day the Monotoli Corporation's stock plummets to the depths of Hades, no warning whatsoever Aloysius is woken out of one of his daily naps and nearly has a heart attack when he find out that all the riches he invested are completely gone

Immediately he flips out and starts looking for Porky to scream at him, but his son is nowhere to be found. He's fled to who-knows-where, and apparently had the foresight to liquidize all his riches before the crash He turns to shout at Monotoli instead who's now just as powerless and pathetic as he is, but (this is one of my fanfic ideas slipping through) Monotoli grows a spine for the first time in his life and throws Aloysius out

So Aloysius runs sobbing to the bar to drink his sorrows away, too ashamed to go home where his wife and that other kid are probably furious at him, and that's him at the end of the game

I think when he eventually does go back, she's probably hardly noticed how long he's been gone at all. Much to his displeasure, she's been having a positively lovely time with Mr. Prettyman. He's so good with money, do you know? And what about you? Did you bring anything back from your little trip?

Unsurprisingly they get a divorce not long after. Lardna gets practically everything, Aloysius moves into a waitwaitwaitwaitwait i was just gonna say an apartment but wouldn't it be funny if he moved into the seaside house in the game my god that'd be hilarious ahhhhhh and it could be Ness who sells it to him too holy fudge that's so good

So yeah, Aloysius is a pathetic jerk with insecurities that he takes out on his kids, and when he ends up burning bridges to go and short-sightedly chase his fortune, it completely crashes and burns and he ends up far lower than he was to begin with

[fireycircus]

I’ve been thinking about Mother 3 a bit and I want to share some things that I think are really cool.

First thing’s first:

I Love Ionia so much

Well I love all the Magi honestly, but Ionia is like my favorite non party member character. She’s so interesting to me with how serious she is about the dark dragon’s awakening compared to the other Magi. The Magi seem very nonchalant about the fate of the islands except for her. I think this ties into how she has more relationships with the people living there. She’s a good friend to Alec while the other Magi don’t know him and I suspect she was the main person to raise Kumatora. Its stated that the Magi were given Kumatora but I don’t think a lot of them did much with her. By how Kumatora acts with Doria when she falls at her house, it seems to me they aren’t particularly close. But Kumatora is close to Ionia. The scene at Chupichupyoi temple is one of my favorites because of this. Ionia knows and understands Kumatora probably the most out of any npc we encounter. And the way Kumatora reacts to Ionia’s disappearance fucking KILLS ME. The game doesn’t let you hang onto that moment much, but it’s always stuck out to me. Previously Kumatora hasn’t really shown much sadness, only points of anger and frustration when things upset her. So to see her genuinely sad about something tells me just how close she was to Ionia.

Random Discussion Point 2: I think it’s really neat how Psi awakenings act like a subconscious defense system. I’ll keep this one brief. Every time someone awakens to new Psi it’s because of a dangerous situation, usually massive strikes of lightening or Psi being directed at them or even the fevers they get. I like the extra context behind the nature of Psi.

And lastly, some stuff about Locria. It’s really hard to feel any empathy for Locria after we’ve known them as Fassad. However, when you think about how Porky basically corrupted them first it gets kinda sad. The mouse in Locria’s house says that they used to dote over them excessively. I think it’s important to note that the detail of goodness we get about Locria is one to do with animals. We all know that what they did to Salsa was messed up. Porky made everything on the Nowhere Islands do a complete 180 and it’s fitting that he started by making one of it’s native inhabitants who is spiritually connected to the islands his first target. I can’t imagine what he did or said to make Locria change so horrifically.

*I saw an interpretation in the reblogs that Locria was always like that and they were just given an outlet to be the worst they could be. I like this idea as well, since it still gives impact to the plot while showing that some people just aren’t redeemable or have a good reason for doing bad. I wanted to share my thoughts with the person who added that but it was a tag so I added it in editing if that’s okay.

Anyways that’s all, just had to get these thoughts out of my system

[tendo-64]

I read a (sadly unfinished) comic a few weeks back where the Masked Man finds a sunflower and takes care of it, attached but not sure why. I really liked it, and decided to make my own take on the concept here.

The sunflower was probably poisoned after he failed to pull the sixth needle. The red text is Miracle Fassad through interpreter, well aware what he's saying is bs but is just being a jerk. (to be clear, I've interpreted the Masked Man as capable of emotion, he's just severely brainwashed and gaslit into thinking he can't feel anything, thus has deeply, DEEPLY repressed emotions that begins to crack after this moment)

I get the idea after this, the Masked Man holds a personal grudge against Lucas, explaining why he insists on him fighting him alone, and knocks out the other party members at the final needle. It's ironic though, when considering Lucas is part of why he cares about the flower to begin with--and he doesn't even realize!

[skilledsmoker]

My interpretation of the Happy Boxes has always just been meaningless pleasure over something substantial. Instant gratification taking charge in place of front of something real and substantial.

What I was wrong about actually was that the Happy Boxes aren’t TV screens or monitors, they’re aren’t actually displaying anything at all, it’s all metaphorical. It would have been really easy, and still pretty effective to just say like “duuude the Tazmily villagers are on TIKTOK!!!” but knowing it’s not literal adds more nuance to it. There really isn’t much reason to partake in something tangible or organic when “happiness”is right at home, easily accessible.

The Salsa and Fassad scenes are really hard to watch and play even on repeat playthroughs. I find myself wanting to disobey Fassad’s orders and dance incorrectly in some small form of defiance but end up not doing it because I don’t want to see the videogame monkey with no dialogue get shocked. The game is really good at making you feel helpless as well as reliant on your captor because you’d die without his occasional attacks during combat.

It’s extremely fucked up and scary to deliver a worse future onto someones doorstep in a cute little box delivered by a captured, tortured mascot who really has no idea what the repercussions of whatever it is he’s doing is. What Tazmily ends up becoming is something I think about a good bit and I don’t think any game has ever shown the inherent corruption of Capitalism more effectively than this games does. It’s really scary and feels hollow, almost like a child’s idea of how the world should work, and waddya know!

[merluch-dumbledore]

Have some Fassad/Locria battle sprites i made , and yes this is my own interpretation of what Locria looked like before the Pigmask Army invasion .

[younghustensaft]

Hustensaft Jüngling: The Mask as a Symbol

Die Maske ist zu einem unverwechselbaren Markenzeichen von Hustensaft Jüngling geworden. Sie schützt seine Identität, erzeugt Mysterium und fungiert als Projektionsfläche für die Zuhörer. Doch was verbirgt sich hinter diesem ikonischen Accessoire? Die Maske ist für Jüngling mehr als nur ein Kostüm. Sie ist ein Schutzschild gegen die öffentliche Wahrnehmung und erlaubt ihm, seine Musik ohne Ablenkung durch sein äußeres Erscheinungsbild zu präsentieren. In einer Zeit, in der das Image eines Künstlers oft wichtiger scheint als seine Musik, bietet die Maske eine willkommene Anonymität. Gleichzeitig ist die Maske auch ein Symbol. Sie steht für die Maske, die Menschen im Alltag tragen. Wir alle spielen Rollen, um uns vor der Außenwelt zu schützen oder um bestimmte Erwartungen zu erfüllen. Jünglings Maske ist eine Metapher für diese gesellschaftliche Fassade. Darüber hinaus lädt die Maske die Zuhörer dazu ein, eigene Geschichten und Interpretationen zu entwickeln. Sie wird zu einer Projektionsfläche für die eigenen Ängste, Wünsche und Sehnsüchte. Jeder Zuhörer sieht in der Maske etwas anderes, was die Musik von Jüngling noch vielschichtiger macht. Die Maske ist also nicht nur ein Stilmittel, sondern ein komplexes Symbol, das verschiedene Ebenen anspricht. Sie schützt den Künstler, lädt zur Interpretation ein und verstärkt die Wirkung seiner Musik. Hustensaft Jüngling hat es geschafft, die Maske zu einem integralen Bestandteil seiner Identität zu machen, ohne dabei seine künstlerische Freiheit einzuschränken.

[wmbarchitecture]

Die Bedeutung von Gesims Architektur in der Geschichte

Historische Entwicklung von Gesims Architektur

Die Gesims Architektur hat eine lange und faszinierende Geschichte, die bis in die Antike zurückreicht. Bereits in der griechischen und römischen Architektur wurden Gesimse als wichtige architektonische Elemente verwendet, um die verschiedenen Ebenen eines Gebäudes zu gliedern und zu betonen. Ein Gesims ist eine horizontale Struktur, die an der Außenseite eines Gebäudes angebracht ist und dazu dient, die Übergänge zwischen den verschiedenen Bauteilen zu markieren. In der antiken Architektur wurden Gesimse oft mit dekorativen Elementen wie Reliefs oder Skulpturen verziert, um die Schönheit und Pracht der Gebäude zu betonen.

Moderne Interpretation von Gesims Architektur

In der modernen Architektur hat die Gesims Architektur eine neue Bedeutung erlangt, die über ihre traditionelle Rolle hinausgeht. Moderne Architekten nutzen Gesimse oft als gestalterisches Element, um ihren Gebäuden einen einzigartigen und markanten Look zu verleihen. Statt einfach nur funktionale Trennungen zwischen verschiedenen Bauteilen zu sein, werden Gesimse heute oft als Teil eines Gesamtkonzepts für die ästhetische Gestaltung eines Gebäudes betrachtet. Sie können in verschiedenen Formen und Materialien auftreten, von traditionellen Stein- oder Ziegelgesimsen bis hin zu modernen, minimalistischen Varianten aus Beton oder Glas. In einigen Fällen können Gesimse sogar als tragende Elemente verwendet werden, um bestimmte architektonische Effekte zu erzielen oder um die Struktur des Gebäudes zu betonen."

[gameforestdach]

In einem kürzlich veröffentlichten Interview geben die Entwickler von "Cult of the Lamb Key" Einblicke in die Entstehung und die Hintergründe ihres einzigartigen Spiels. Erfahrt alles über die faszinierenden Aspekte eines Kults und welche Hindernisse sich den Entwicklern während ihrer Recherche in den Weg stellten. James Pearman und Jay Armstrong recherchierten intensiv zu Kulten, um ihrem Spiel Realismus verleihen. Die Darstellung von niedlichen Tieren dient dazu, die Grausamkeit des Spielers zu betonen. Das Spiel behandelt Religion, ohne eine bestimmte Glaubensrichtung ins Visier zu nehmen. Das kommende Update "Relics of the Old Faith" soll das Kampfsystem weiter verbessern. Eine eindringliche Erforschung von Kulten Die Entwickler von "Cult of the Lamb", James Pearman und Jay Armstrong, legten großen Wert auf die Realität und Authentizität ihres Spiels. Um dies zu erreichen, führten sie intensive Recherchen zum Thema Kulte durch. Charismatische Führer, Rituale und Indoktrination bildeten die Grundpfeiler ihrer Erkenntnisse, welche sie im Spiel verarbeiteten. Ursprünglich diente das Opfern von Anhängern lediglich der Goldbeschaffung, doch im Laufe der Entwicklung wurde das Spielprinzip angepasst, um den Spieler auf einen bestimmten Pfad der Gräueltaten zu führen. Die Grausamkeit hinter der Niedlichkeit Trotz der Darstellung niedlicher Tierfiguren konzentriert sich das Spiel auf den Realismus eines Kults und die damit verbundenen Schrecken. Die Entwickler ermöglichten es den Spielern, sich ihre eigene Fantasie eines Kultes zu überlassen und Elemente dazu zu erfinden. Das Lamb, ein kleines Lamm, dient als Symbol, durch das die Grausamkeit des Spielers sichtbar wird, und verursacht so ein Gefühl des Schreckens. Die Macher hofften, dass es so einfach gestaltet ist, dass selbst jüngere Fans es zeichnen könnten. Ein Unternehmen voller Humor und Kreativität Die Entwickler von "Cult of the Lamb" schätzen den Spaß und das Chaos ihres Spiels und betrachten es als "Memelord". Ziel ist es, das Unternehmen lustig und unkonventionell zu halten, anstatt langweilig und unternehmerisch zu wirken. Ihnen ist die Fan-Kunst und das Cosplay ihrer Charaktere sehr wichtig sowie die Möglichkeit für Spieler, sich damit auszudrücken und kreativ zu sein. Religion als Spielmechanik "Cult of the Lamb" nimmt eine ganz eigene Interpretation von Religion ein: Das Spiel macht die Religionsausübung zu einem The_big_picture_cult_of_the_lambntegralen Teil des Gameplays, indem es den Spieler in die Rolle eines Kultführers schlüpfen lässt, der Aufgaben überwacht und Fortschritte bestimmt. Die christliche Symbolik dient als Stilmittel ohne dabei auf eine bestimmte Religion abzuzielen. Kommendes Update "Relics of the Old Faith" Der Artikel bespricht ein bevorstehendes Update des Spiels, genannt "Relics of the Old Faith". Die Neuerungen sollen das Kampfsystem deutlich verbessern, insbesondere die Dungeons werden abwechslungsreicher und noch spannender gestaltet. Neue Spielvarianten und sogar ein Permadeath-Modus sind Teil des Updates. Abschließende Gedanken Das Spiel "Cult of the Lamb" beschäftigt sich auf einzigartige Weise mit dem düsteren Thema von Kulten und versetzt die Spieler in eine Welt voller Grausamkeit, sogar hinter einer niedlichen Fassade. Die Entwickler arbeiten stetig daran, das Spielerlebnis zu erweitern und zu verbessern, wie das kommende Update zeigt. Kreativität und Humor sind zentrale Bestandteile des Spiels und machen es zu einem besonderen Erlebnis.

[jelliclechoice]

Posting this for a change, more summer art because uni is ass

[motherconfess]

I just have this weird headcanon that Fassad sounds like Yosemite Sam (Or at least like Mel Blanc's interpretation of the character)

I don't know why, but I think that voice fits him.

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[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

More pencil doodles :3 (i forgot to put the stripes on his pants in the second pic gdangit)

Lotsa stuff with this one so you can read all my thoughts below the cut ^^

So I think about Fassad Probably much more than most people like to

He's really interesting to me, as probably the MOTHER series's only villain who's completely and totally unsympathetic (heck, Shigesato Itoi even describes him as being unable to understand other creatures feeling pain!!!) And then of course you have the whole mystery of his backstory

Like when you first meet him, he just seems like a jerk, but a normal jerk Much later on, you realize that there's so much he's actually been hiding He's an incredibly powerful PSI user, he's King P's most trusted advisor, he knows all about Tazmily and the secrets of the Nowhere Islands, and of course, he's finally revealed to be Locria

So this is an alternate outfit I came up with for him at one point! very sharp and masculine in comparison to the rest of the Magi (that's the term i've been using for them instead of the actual one, because, you know... the slur >_<) I even made a sprite edit, so here's the design in color!

I like to imagine Fassad being sort of a "master of disguise," and the outfit he wears in the actual game is just the facade (mwahaha) he's adopted for Tazmily: just a humble, benevolent peddler from far away, certainly not a sleazy, opportunistic scumbag with a sadistic streak

When he has the chance to kick back though, he prefers to dress more finely. One of his turn-waster moves ingame is actually him thinking about "Western-style clothing" which I think is really funny to interpret as him missing his fancy suits and ties XD

Oh and Fassad is never seen interacting with the Masked Man in the actual story, but I really really love thinking about him actually being a super involved figure in MM's creation and training. I have a fic I'm working on about that very idea, and boy does he really get to suck there. If you can't guess from the first doodle up there, he has MM fitted with a collar just like Salsa's.

What a horrible guy.

[herbststrasse]

Bemusterung: Generelles

Im Vorfeld der Bemusterung gab es die erste Überraschung: eine durchaus überraschend große Kostenberechnung, da die Preisgarantie ein paar Monate abgelaufen war. Natürlich ist Gussek hier nicht transparent und man bekommt einfach nur einen Brocken hingeworfen mit "Friss oder stirb!" (oder, anders ausgedrückt: "Wir verraten dir nicht, warum das teurer ist, das ist halt so, aber wenn du dich beschwerst, lassen wir dein Projekt einfach liegen und es verzögert sich ...") Nun ja, in Anbetracht des vorher auch schon nicht immer so professionellen Ablaufs ein weiterer Punkt, warum ich Gussek nicht uneingeschränkt empfehlen kann.

Aber machen wir chronologisch weiter. Die Anreise ist relativ unspektakulär. Für Autofahrer sowieso, Nordhorn ist an großen Straßen angebunden. Für Bahnfahrer: Seit iirc zwei Jahren ist der Bahnhof bzw. die zugehörige Bahnstrecke reaktiviert, man kommt hier über Bad Bentheim recht gut in die Stadt. Bad Bentheim wiederum liegt am Fernverkehr, hier hält der IC zwischen Berlin und Amsterdam. Eine kurze Bitte bei Gussek, ein Hotel in Bahnhofsnähe zu buchen, und man hat hier keinen Stress. Morgens und abends einen gemütlich Spaziergang (ca. 30 Minuten) in die Euregiostraße oder den Bus nehmen, fertig.

Am Bemusterungszentrum wird man an der Haustür von einem Infoblatt mit 3G-Informationen empfangen. So weit, so klar. Wenn man reingeht, erfährt man aber, dass Gussek eine etwas eigenartige Interpretation davon hat, eigentlich ist es 1G - Impfung oder Genesen ist völlig egal, es wird ein Test verlangt. Immerhin haben sie soweit mitgedacht, dass Selbsttests vor Ort ausgehändigt werden. Der restliche Ablauf ist wenig überraschend: Mittagessen aussuchen und dann bemustern.

Eine Vorbemusterung ist natürlich hilfreich für eine grobe Orientierung, in den Zeiten ständiger Preiserhöhungen jedoch nur bedingt zielführend. Das, was ich eigentlich an Zeit sparen wollte, wurde dadurch zunichte gemacht, dass bspw. die Fliesen nicht mehr im Sortiment waren und bei den Klinkern eigentlich nur noch einfarbig rot (naja, einer mit Helligkeitsschwankungen) oder einfarbig gelb im Standard ist, der Rest kostet einen satten Aufpreis.

Ansonsten kann ich nur den Bemusterer loben, kompetent und nett und soweit alles unkompliziert gelaufen. Wir haben sehr schöne Fliesen in Holzoptik und in Mosaik-Style gefunden, unser Bad ist auch geworden (Tipp: wenn die Duschkopfhalterung 10 cm höher liegt, kann man den Hahn auch mittig platzieren) und Kabel kommen überall dort raus, wo sie sollen (hierzu werden sicherlich noch ein paar Beiträge kommen, wenn die Technik dann soweit steht). Und es war relativ ruhig, vermutlich Corona-bedingt.

Was bspw. leider nicht geht: Aussparung im Klinker für eine bauseitige Unterputz-Klingel. Gewährleistung, Dichtheit und so weiter ... hier hilft nur ein Wechsel zu Aufputz oder selbst ausflexen am Ende. Schade, dabei ist die Fassade ja an sich sowieso nicht dicht, da an jedem Bienenbeißer eh ein (zugegebenermaßen etwas kleineres) Loch ist.