#first passage is the only one i feel bad abt removing

[m-arahuyo]

cleaning up my documents folder it's a got damn mess in here and found a couple scraps that got cut from the final output of offer her name. sharing them here before removin em from there so i got em somewhere at least...... jus in case :')

hey yall have some chapter 7 deleted scenes bec lord knows i just Had to do smth about the length it got like damn am i gon find more? idk, probs, let me clean still

lines in [brackets] are lines that made it to the final thing

[Miles from the town, there’s a lump of land that could pass off as the earth’s sorry attempt at a lousy hill. Dirt there is stiff, near-cemented through by sun, rains, winds]: seasons coming and going, molding, baking, drying. [Artificial hill—So Mi herself used the term to describe it. Sitting a horizon off California State Route 89 to the south of the town, bordered by scours of withered, dark trees and a wayward slash of steep ditch] with water murky enough to fool you into thinking it isn’t liquid. Certainly does fool V. Takes accidentally kicking a pebble into it to make her realize it’s rippling.   “How deep you think this water is?” she asks Scorpion next to her offhandedly. Scorpion, distracted out of his ministrations, hums, cranes his neck to look, and shrugs.  “You wanna find out, leave me out of it. I just washed these pants.”  “Gonna get filthy in a sec, choom,” Mitch murmurs, peering intently into the scope of his rifle. It’s a huge thing, that—a size that screams anti-material and gussied up with a silencer that looks imposing in the night. “Does it matter?”  “Yeah, it matters. Wanna keep these clean long as I can.”  V picks up a knotted prong of stick, hitches low, and sticks it into the water. Couldn’t even feel the bottom there. “S’deep,” she observes, like any of it matters.  “You nervous, V?”  “Mm?”  “In the war,” Mitch starts without looking up, “my first few ops—couldn’t sit still before it was go-time. Couldn’t shut up, either. Had to be on the fuckin’ move. Tinkerin’ with my radio. Messin’ with the panzer, over and over. Botherin’ the other gonks waitin’ around, them feelin’ just as restless.” He looks up, finally, and gives V a crinkly-eyed smile. “S’normal. But ya gotta just sit, choom.”  “How many gigs you been in? As a solo?” It’s Scorpion’s turn to pick up.   V tries to count it out in her head, her stint in Night City and the sprinkle of gigs she’d taken, fucked up, won. She shrugs in the end. “Not a whole lot. Good few.”  Scorpion chuckles. Mitch just grins: “yeah. This one’s gonna turn you inside out, kid.”  “But you’re gonna be fine!” Scorpion says hastily, digging his elbow into Mitch’s side. V kind of wants to retch. “Gonna be just preem, V. Don’t worry.”  “You gonks done foolin’ ‘round?”  V looks over her shoulder to see Carol there, shrouded in night and with arms crossed. The light of someone’s flashlight waves over the top of her head like a halo. “Time to hustle if ya are.” Carol jerks her head. “C’mon.”  Scorpion and Mitch get off their haunches, hauling tools and iron. V throws the stick into the ditch.  [Panam’s face is bottomlit by a datapad.]

[There’s a fire in the darkness.]   V’s coughing through dust clouds and tripping over rubble. [Using the missile launcher is always a shock to the brainstem even with two people carrying the pressure—panzer wasn’t designed for two artilleries, see]—and she wiggles her head now. Squints into brown clouds and covers her nose and mouth.   “…Think anybody heard that?” Cassidy asks behind her uncertainly. The smoke hasn’t yet cleared. Modest fires lick and whip through the dust, reaching out and up. V speaks with her palm on her lips.   “If they didn’t, they probably felt it. Town did, at least.”  “How’s it look?” Panam shouts from the tank. V raises a hand and waves it—hold up—and starts swinging it at the air around her to help clear it.   A minute or two. The fires die out. The dust settles. Somewhere in the wrecked face of this lie of a hill is a hole as big as V’s fist, and it’s Scorpion who approaches it, digging a hand in to claw off some rocks and stiff dirt. V pats his arm, gives it a shove, and starts turning around to return to the Basilisk.   “Think we can do two more?” she asks Panam breathlessly, hitching herself up onto the tank. Panam’s face is screwed but she’s smirking.   “Can even manage three. Bet ya you’re gonna faint before I do.”  “In your dreams, choom.”  They jack in again. [Panam winces into their shared connection now and V soothes her with some light warmth.]

[klugpuuo]

Number 9 for the rw ask game? (Also maybe all the numbers aksjjdk)

ALL of the numbers? well!! if you insist ig

When did you first start playing Rain World? somewhen around 2021? i think???????? i compeltely frogotr

Have you completed the game? Which of the campaigns have you completed? have yet to 100% any campaign but ive completed all of them and a little under half of the challenges!!

What is your favorite region? shoreline, sky islands (for aesthetics ALONE), nd undergrowth are some of my favorites :]

What is your least favorite region? pipeyard bc of a bad first time and sky islands/farm alarm bc they suck to go through

What is your favorite creature? MIMIC BEETLES THEY WERE REMOVED BUT I LOVE THEM i also love the swimming glowworms but i never see em in game :[

What is your least favorite creature? houuuu. i guess. uh. fuck idk. rentipedes.

What is your favorite song from the soundtrack? i like floes & obverse of the old wind & reminisce & uh. a lot but i forgot the names

What are your opinions on Looks to the Moon (character)? MOONIE he is my best friend my transmasc girlfriend my boygirl my bestie so important and desevres more respect from EVERYONE (except me nd nsh. we know how t treat him right<333)

What are your opinions on Five Pebbles (character)? pthetic. i could destroy him. he makes me cry on the daily. i want to fix him but also study him like a gug

What is your most memorable in-game moment? every time i got fucked by a dropwing, getting towards the end of bitter aerie, floating around in moonie, and the end of spearmaster and saint's campaigns

Have you tamed any lizards? no :[ ive tried but not that hard

Which echo is your favorite? undergrowth echo they make me normal.

Which of the pearls is your favorite? the ones that pebbles thanked me for reading :] i also like the oe pearl

Which part of the game was most difficult for you? mmmm i think. uh. idk. climbing the wall as arti was really fucking hard..... getting a waterpede for gourm's quest was like. Hard but not Hard yk. it was boring

Which achievement is your favorite? a helping hand! and my favorite passage to get was the martyr :]

Which of the Downpour slugcats are you most excited for? i barely knew abt the slugcats of downpour before it came out but i think i was excited for artificer! playing, i was most excited to get saint, since that was the slugcat that had the CAMPAIGN i was most excited for!

Do you prefer to fight other creatures or sneak past them? i used to be stealth-only before playing artificer and spearmaster lmao- i still prefer stealth most of the time

How did the ending make you feel? owie :{

Are you invested in the lore? i created the specmech tag on tumblr specifically to talk abt my heavily lore-based theories. Yes<3

What is something you think the game could improve on? more options for zooming in and enlarging text, easier alternate ways to do certain tricks like slides, finally fixing jolly for downpour

What is your favorite thing about the game? how gorgeous the world is and how deep the worldBUILDING is!! i could talk for hours abt it

Have you played around with any mods for the game? yep!! mostly only cosmetic and qol mods so far but there are a few region mods ive been eyeing...

[lunar-lair]

I adore your tags on the post about my cousin asjdkskflg. perfection. and good on you for never doing what the comic showed!

When I was 19, I tried alcohol for the first time. it was basically sparkling fruit juice but I hated it. oh god I hated it so much and I didn’t get why adults loved this stuff??????? but my friends/classmates were always like ‘oh yummy, love me some flavored nail polish” so I kept quiet so no one would know something was wrong with me

turns out everyone I knew was severely exaggerating (trying to fit in). one guy said he dumped his beer in the bushes during a frat party. a girl I went camping with poured water into an empty vodka bottle so she could ‘participate’ without anyone mocking her. a classmate once showed me their trick for pretending to sip by covering the top of the bottle with their hand. I even remember being 22 and trying to claim ‘8 shots don’t affect me’ as if my worth as a human being was calculated by the number of empty glasses I collected

Drinking is a rite of passage for a lot of people. you’re mature if you drink and adults love it, so you can’t be a ‘real adult’ if you don’t drink. It’s less about liking the taste or enjoying yourself - people want to feel part of the ‘in group’ and they do this by othering the ‘out group.’ (in group- likes ‘manly’ drinks, never gets tipsy, takes shots by the handful, etc.) (out group- lightweight, doesn’t drink at all, likes fruity drinks, etc.)

I have severe ADHD and a family history of alcoholism so I have to be extremely careful. addiction is no joke and people don’t treat alcohol like the drug it is. Some families won’t inform their kids of a health history that increases risk factors (or might not even know) which makes underage drinking even more dangerous

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TO CONCLUDE THIS ADVICE RANT TRIGGERED BY SUDDENLY REALIZING AT 3AM THAT I HAVE MINORS FOLLOWING ME and should probably try to set a good example;

enjoy being 16 and don’t adhere to the rite of passage cultural that makes you ‘look forward to being [insert legal drinking age].’ I know how isolating it can feel when everyone appears to be ‘growing up’ and doing adult things without you, but if nothing else I’ve learned that being the only sober person in a group full of fools is free comedy

*disclaimer for angry internet ppl; things are complex, perspective is subjective, and a single persons experiences cannot be accepted as the ‘one holy truth’*

Oh lmao. Ok ill answer this in blocks the same way you wrote it also hi!!!!! :DDD yet again this is funny?? I spent a good 10 mins commenting on evanescant signs earlier lmao. ok 1st block alright

It is so very funny you say that bc ive actually tried gin. Takes like shitty peppermint and blueberries. Same for red wine, tho i had permission that time (still tasted like shit); never beer tho!! Regardless tonic also tastes Bad, all of my experiences w it have been Bleh. Not to say i ever had more than a sip/severely watered down gulp

PPASNSPSJPD OK LISTEN TO ME. Ive actually tasted nail polish remover AND nail polish before (finger sucking habits r.i.p spaced out bc epic f) AND IT LITERALLY TASTES LIKE THAT AOSJSOSJ. Like the same shit as they put on switch cartridges dude!! Except, comparatively, the only ppl I Personally know who drink like. Period at all are full blown adults i just dont get them either

AND ITS LIKE 4 AM HERE TOO SO IM HANDLING THIS SO V V CLUMSILY RIP but yea!! I mean, peer pressure is lowkey nonexistent in my town; we are so so so so christian and apparently a ton of bad shit happens a lot? But it never reaches me sooo w/e lmao. Literally havent heard abt anyone i know drinking underaged enough for it to be like. Anything other than 'hehehe i sipped the gin in the fridge >:3' like my shit was which is straight up curiosity. Also i already know that lmao; havent been in a room with a bunch of 13 yr olds whove huffed sharpies before?

(Ok 1 how did u get italics in ask?? And 2 lmao dw too bad. Epic disclaimer ofc!! But im like. In this lil Bubble where i have like 180 followers but no one ever actual interacts w my shit its v funny)