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[ganondoodle]

was watching another totk video and through that found out what the reward is for completing koltins quests, honestly im not really surprised but also baffled and it really just shows, once again, that totk kinda does exactly what you shouldnt do in a sequel imo.. double down on all the bad stuff of the previous title

at this point i have talked about various problems in detail but i just keep realizing over and over just how much of the wrong lesson they seemed to take from botw, they recycled almost everything from botw by changing some paint or some words, made a giant game even bigger and filled it with boring and tedious busy work that has mediocre to insulting rewards EVEN MORE than botw

game too big and empty? make it TWICE as big, change barely anything about the map of the previous title and the new added map(s) is ONE biom that almost everywhere looks the same and even emptier with little to do

too many krogs? MAKE IT MORE and double down on the literally shit reward bc its the SAME just with one more stack of shit

too many shrines with short puzzles? ADD EVEN MORE and make them even shorter and easier to complete, alot of them not even involving a puzzle and multiple being an utterly out of place tutorial that could have been explained to you in a single text box

rewards in the overworld being mostly either a krog or a shrine which gets repetetive with shrines being ALOT and krogs being wayyy too many? add even MORE shrines and EVEN MORE krogs, but now add over a hundred of caves to it that all get repetetive after just a few of them and you only do them for a shrine or a currency you have to collect to get one cool looking but pretty bad to use armor set and a piece of cloth for your parasail that you can only use one of at the tiem and to switch have to go back to a specific NPC, theres ghost lights to collect which only serve to yet again buy one armor set from a set of NPCs and ar meaningless afterwards, the light roots dont require you to do anything but walk to them and the reward for finding them all is a "you did it" sticker that doesnt even stick (its useless)

weapons break too quickly? well make the weapons you can find even worse to force you to fuse a material to it so its at all usable BUT IT STILL BREAKS and when it does it breaks not JUST the weapon but ALSO a material, materials that you will need for now EVEN MORE EXPENSIVE armor upgrades too, weapons cannot be rewards anymore either bc they will always have to be fused with something to make them stronger bc none is strong on its own- this also applies to THE MASTERSWORD, something ALSO complained about that it still 'breaks' even after empowering it through the DLC in botw, and now it cant even BE empowered (bc no DLC) unless you fuse soemthing to it (to. the. MASTERSWORD.) EVEN THO EMPOWERIGN THE MASTERSWORD IS THE ENTIRE POINT OF ZELDAS ULTIMATELY MEANING- AND CONSEQUENCELESS SACRIFICE !!

the dungeons were to samey and simple? make them look different but keep the core structure (activate terminals in completely seperate from each other "puzzles", fight boss) while also makign them be even more skippable (climable walls, the ceiling jump ability- something the titans DIDNT have) with incredibly easy bossfights that end with an embarassing copy and paste scene that hits you over the head with long known and obvious information over and over

people didnt like how the story was so detached from everything in the present? well, make the story and the present EVEN MORE detached from anything in the present, so far in fact that there is literally no connection to it aside from zelda who is the only connective thread and is also only treated as such (she is as personality lacking as sonia as soon as shes yoinked into the past) and the suddendly and out of nowhere intruduced architecture and history that wasnt a thing in botw but is treated like it was always there

people didnt like how far botw was detached from all other zelda games? ok totk is not only FURTHER detached from those it also completely detached itself from its on predecessor :)

people didnt like the memory system? ok make it WORSE then, its a linear story now that you can ruin by seeing even one out of order, they are super short and dont give you anymore context to anythign than the things you could figure out yourself or were already told really, instead of giving you views into a characters personality you get to view a basic plot summary of a story that is so flavorless and predictable i knew what would happen from the start yet acts like its being vague and cool that i felt like i was beign treated like a literal toddler

too few enemy types? well, we will reuse the old ones EVEN MORE thant before over twice the map and the new ones that are there are either utterlly irrelevant to change up the gameplay or largely feel like the old ones just with a paint job (constructs), the griocks looked cool at first but are just a more annyoing version of the lynels (who feel like an actual duel, akin to a proper boss)

even the things that were adressed, or attempted to, didnt fully work, like the bosses ARE more unique, but also still so incredibly easy and ALSO have multiple duplicats just sitting around in the underground despite them being supposedly the root of the problems of the regions (i like refighting bosses, but id rather have a character that lets me choose ok i wann fight this one again and teleporte me into a vision or sth- also the most fun fights arent even part of it (koga) )

the rain complaint got a new effect type to counteract it, which ... doesnt work well, you need specific materials to make potions with that effect which you also need to upgrade the only armor set wit hthat effect that ONLY works once you upgrade it (i think ... i dont know how high i got it but if even the full upgraded set doesnt negate the rain effect i will not be surprised either lol) also it adds just yet another effect type that spams your inventory and you dont really need .... or i might be the only one that saw no value at all in the "attack up when hot" new type of effects bc it felt so specific and situational while also having a way better option (just make it a standard attack up thing?) at least in my eyes-

... ill stop here .... this got longer again didnt it O-o

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Okay! I need some opinions! I now realize how complicated it is to have several stories going at the same time. My main problem being reader vs Phoenix (my oc). I just don't like writing about both anymore.

One that I have come up with a solution for. Or rather two solutions, that some may not like... At all. But these are the choices. I can either 'fuse' the two characters or completely stop using Phoenix.

Now if I 'fuse' these two characters than reader will get several upgrades' per se. All of Phoenix's powers or well most of them will be turned into artifacts that reader uses, and reader will be the only one who can use them.

Artifacts would include -

Shield amulet - an amulet that can summon an impenetrable forcefield

Glamour mask - a powerful mask that can glamour reader in several ways

Phoenix Stone - with this she beis able to summon phoenix wings, and create and wield some fire * she would wear this as a necklace or single earring *

Forest Stone - with this she will be able to grow a variety of plants and heal wounds (only if she's touching the person in question though)

Gauntlets and boots of - wait those were gonna be Reader's any way.

And these artifacts (the Phoenix and Forest stones) cannot work in the extreme cold aka winter.

Other notes

Reader would get the nicknames Phoenix and Rose

My Phoenixeclipse stories will be discontinued/ rewritten to align with this new narrative.

Why am I just using Reader over Phoenix? Simply because she is easier to write and I enjoy writing her more.

Link to Concerns on the Artifacts

This question will not guarantee anything, it is simply to give me more insight on which decision I will make. Ultimately my blog my choice but I do want to hear every ones thoughts on this via vote, comment, and/or ask box.

[sol-consort]

Shepard's so sexy and like powerful I think everyone's in love with her, I think I've said this before but it's still true, everyone on the Normandy (whichever model) literally wants to munch Shepard's box.

100% of everyone who has ever met Shepard wanted a piece of that pie, a bite of that cherry, a taste of that nectar.

Shepard is famous in-universe, there is an illegal VI coded to be your complete picture perfect copy, with stolen data replicating your own voice as well. They just tweaked it to be more..."friendly" more eager and pliant, to fulfil your fans' fantasy of meeting their hero! The powerful first human spectre Shepard praising them, treating them like an equal and being so responsive to their flirting.

Shepard probably ruined families and whole marriages without realising it. Gave too many people their gay awakening simply by wearing those tight suits and leather armour, by handling a rifle a little too intimately, by agreeing to an interview right after coming from a rough fight, blood splatters, halfway clad in their armour, the underarmour skin-tight suit ripped and exposing their tender flesh underneath.

Or the pictures that got leaked of a half-naked Shepard training in the gym. Muscles sculpted by the gods, a greek statue come to life, a lean yet athletic build, the most delicious thighs, god that round plump ass.

I'm just saying, a lot of the missions ingame would've been solved very quicky and peacefully if only had Shepard batted their eyelashes a bit, pouty lips and and sleepy eyes. A sultry voice as they offer a "reward" for the person if they cooperate, a private show in a secluded bedroom?

Who wouldn't immediately fold when offered the Commander Shepard on their lap, ready to please and tease them? People's brain would short-circut, blow a fuse if Shepard even winked their way.

I'm telling you, Joker was definitely selling "exclusive" pictures of Shepard behind your back to your own fanclub to get a little money on the side, buy better upgrades for the Normandy paid for by your very own tantalisingly clad form as you walk around the ship with nothing but an oversized T-shirt and boxers.

Because it's not normal for a whole crew to be this down to dating their commander, in three whole games no matter who, strangers or not, anyone in the crew came running if you called them into your private quarters. Shepard was the closest thing to a mythology hero, the Heracles of the decade. Immensely powerful, unbelievably gorgeous with a hot voice that could bring anyone to their knees.

Samara herself sends you as bait to go seduce her daughter in that one mission because "you're her type" BECAUSE YOU'RE EVERYONE'S TYPE. She knew no one could resist you, the fact you were the closest person to get a justicar almost break her code just to find out how your lips taste???

Everyone wanted you.

[spidori]

Doctor Danny Fenton: On The Run

Danny knew he was on borrowed time.

Sure, he was harder for Clockwork to find than most- something about it being harder to look for an acausal nexus than a causal one, and the medallion fused into his core severing him from standard causal flow, Dan had explained it to him once, before he... no! Focus Danny! You don't know how long you have until he finds you!

Dragging himself out of his dissociation, Danny took stock. He still had the Infinimap in one hand; it was still green and dripping from something he couldn't afford to think about right now. Where and when had the Infinimap interpreted his shout of "a way to run away" as asking to travel to?

"Dann'O! You're just in time to see our newest upgrades to the speeder!"

"Uhhh... You made it look like a Volkswagen beetle?”

"Oh, Sweetie, no. See!" his mom said, opening up a control panel and poking around, then stepping away from what was now a cargo van.

"Your father and I finally figured out how to fuse ectoplasm with metals to make ecto-alloy! We rebuilt the speeder from it and added a camouflage circuit. Now it can change shape into whatever will blend into the surrounding environment for any ghost hunting scenario."

"And the best part is, it even gives off an ecto-signature! Those spooks won't know what hit 'em when you ambush 'em from this one Mads!"

A transforming vehicle with its own ecto-signature to hide inside? Yeah, that might work, even though Danny remembered the camouflage feature had been a short-lived modification because of how often it would get stuck and have to be put through a hard-reset to get it changing again. And judging by the way the Infinimap was subtly tugging towards the improved speeder that's exactly what it brought him here for.

"Mom, Dad, whatever happens next, I love you, and I'm sorry."

"Danny, sweetie, is something wrong?"

"More than I have time to explain, mom. Look, if you see Jazz... If this timeline... Just, tell Jazz I love her too, ok?"

"Dann'o, you're scaring us."

"I know. I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll have the chance to be able to forgive me for this. Going Ghost!"

Ok. He had made it into the speeder. The new metal wasn't phase-proof, there were pros and cons to that, ones he would consider later if he made it that far. At least the interior was pretty much unchanged, so he'd been able to get the speeder started before he'd heard the sound of a clock tolling and his parents' banging on the door had suddenly stopped.

He'd gunned it into the portal quickly enough to get into the relative safety of the zone before its stop sign frame and hazard pattern doors dissolved into obliterated nothingness along with everything else he had been able to see, or sense, of his home dimension...

Something else to be stuffed in the trauma box to be unpacked never if he was ever able to stop running 'later,' something to unpack 'later.'

The tugging in his hand was getting stronger, so at least he was probably heading in roughly the right direction.

He tried veering a little to the right to see if he could get a better sense for the direction the map was tugging, only for its pull to remain unchanged.

Confused, Danny glanced down to see it was actually tugging towards the dashboard.

Or rather, the ectoplasm- all that remained of Dani... 'LATER!'- which coated it was tugging towards the dashboard.

Desperately hoping this meant there might be something of his favorite halfa left to save, Danny pressed the coated map to the dashboard, and prayed.

Within seconds, the map was gone, absorbed into the speeder. Then things got even weirder.

Weirder than the group of ancients putting aside their many feuds to team up on him had been.

Stranger than those ancients somehow getting the Observants on their side.

More out of the blue than the Observants using their binding vow with Clockwork to force him to try to eliminate any timelines with Danny in them, as well as anyone who was even part Danny.

It had been a hell of a day.

And now the speeder had apparently grown absolutely gigantic after absorbing the Infinimap if the anachrofuturistic room Danny suddenly found himself in was anything to go by.

And according to the view screens it was generating a relativistic time, space, and dimensional tunnel?

Oh Lord. Danny was going to have quite the time explaining this one to his parents if he managed to undo enough of this to have a timeline to return to.

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The tunnel let out in a universe with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm according to the external sensor arrays.

That phrasing! That was Exactly how Clockwork had phrased it the last time Danny had talked with him as 'Clockwork'; after the Observants took control of him with their vow he had called himself Chrona, which was the first thing which clued Danny in that something was wrong.

What was it Clockwork had told him?

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"Local ambient ectoplasm levels are an important consideration for stronger ghosts, Danny. Your perception is skewed by the limits of your experiences, as well as your unique biology, but Amity park and the Infinite Realms as a whole are essentially the top of the scale for ambient ectoplasm levels.

Normally, ectoplasm is a renewable, but much more finite resource. A sufficiently powerful ghost can easily consume all that is available in an area with a normal level before they are able to accomplish anything worth the effort if they aren't extremely frugal with their use of power. Normally, it makes any plans which would involve other realms simply not worth the effort and energy expenditure involved, especially with the additional up-front cost of breaching the veil.

There are even locations with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm, which makes them practically immune to ghostly influence. Only the very weakest of shades, ones who require next to no ectoplasm to maintain their current state of existence, can naturally persist in such places. Well, them, and extremely rare exceptions such as Halfa's, whose unique state of existence allows them to generate nearly all of the ectoplasm required to sustain their ghostly half. Any other ghosts would have to gather all of the ectoplasm they would need before going to any such spot, like how the astronauts you love so much need to bring everything for survival with them into deep space.

Actually, the deep space metaphor is particularly apt, as there are whole dimensions with far lower levels of ectoplasm than the one you call home.

Should you ever find yourself able to indulge that space obsession of yours, that would be a good place to do it. Most ghosts would be unable to follow you there, and even those who technically could would have great difficulty sustaining themselves once they arived."

"Geez, Gramps, you're feeling talkative today. Usually I can't get anything nearly this direct out of you."

"It will be important for you to understand your options, my young halfa. Speaking of which, keep in mind that your specific nature is vital to your ability to so easily sustain yourself in such environments. Even other halfas will have much more difficulty surviving in the lowest ecto-level locations as a result of their less balanced compositions. I know your young mirror's obsession also involves exploration, but she would require near constant fulfillment of her obsessions to have a hope of generating enough to get by without supplementation for you or another living being with a similar drive to seek new experiences. Mr. Masters would be better off due to his greater degree of human biology, but would also be hindered by the less complete connection to his ghost side. He would likely find transformation essentially impossible outside of survival scenarios- though you yourself probably would as well- and even his human form would experience side-effects like pounding headaches, or the constant sound of his heart pounding in his ears like a drum as it was pushed to maintain his starving ghostly side."

"I'm sure Dani and I could manage. And if we couldn't, we could always call you to pick us up."

"Untrue, actually. Any location with low enough levels to cause young Danielle to suffer would also be extremely difficult for me to reach. Such low levels could require anywhere from days to centuries in order to push enough ectoplasm through the veil to form a link, possibly more if an entity- such as an injured halfa- or anomaly- such as a rift of any kind- on the other side is draining whatever bleeds through. Your own presence may act to shorten that time somewhat if you can generate enough ectoplasm on site, but even then I would have to find you first. My abilities as an ectoplasmic entity rely wholly on manipulation of ectoplasm, and that includes my near omniscience. Should you ever find yourself in a location with sufficiently low ectoplasm, I would have a great deal of difficulty locating you; the link between our cores would mean that I would always be able to locate you eventually, but you would need to stay in one place for quite a while, which would rather defeat the purpose of emergency rescue."

"So if I ever need to hide from you because I actually manage to pull a prank on you which you don't see coming, all I have to do is find and then literally flee to one of a very select subset of alternate dimensions?"

"Pretty much. Although if you're hiding from me you would want to actively muddy the waters as well."

"Setting aside that I don't think I'd ever want to hide from you, Gramps, muddy the waters?"

"I'm a conceptual entity, Danny. I anchor to that concept in every single reality in which it exists. If the concept of time is sufficiently redirected to something or someone else to any degree, whatever portion has been redirected is therefore unavailable for me to latch onto. The same idea applies to Nocturn not being able to enter the DC Dimension because of their Dream of the Endless. Meanwhile, Pandora could enter almost at a whim if not for her guard duties, because that universe associates hope with her almost directly. In my case, anything strongly associated with the flow and concept of time could hinder me, while spreading my own name would allow me a greater share of any ectoplasm generated by the dimension.

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Ok.

Danny could work with this.

He would have to keep traveling so that Clockwork- no, it was Chrona now- couldn't lock onto him or Dani-fused-to-the-dimensionally-traveling-speeder (He would have to workshop that).

If possible, he would also have to find a way to make a myth associated with time in an abnormal manner; the question was how to do that?

And he would need to do all of this while expending as little of his ectoplasm as possible, and probably supplementing Dani's whenever he could if she was ever going to have any chance of reconstituting.

He could definitely work with this; he refused to accept otherwise.

Maybe his parents had left some things he could use in the speeder before they were- 'Later!'

Hmm... No tools lying around... There was the weapons locker, but he should probably use whatever was in those ecto-batteries immediately so they wouldn't act as some kind of concentrated-ecto-homing-beacon. Maybe they could help Dani heal?

As he brought the disconnected batteries to the console in the center of the room, he saw it. There, sticking out of one of the panels which would probably have originally been the cup-holder in the center console before everything was transformed, was his dad's favorite 'screwdriver.' Not that it was even remotely recognizable as a screwdriver anymore; his dad had modified it so many times that it looked more like a futuristic laser pointer now. It had become his favorite hobby project before he was- 'LATER!'

He recognized this one as the version which required next to no ectoplasm to work, but as a trade-off had been completely unable to interact with wood for some reason. Something about still partially living matter and destructive interference with foreign emotional resonance as a naturally evolving survival mechanism in- Ramble 'later', focus on surviving now.

And Danny was actually starting to feel like he could find a way to survive with what he had. It was like his dad had always said about the screwdriver.

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"See how many things it can do now, Dann'O! If I had tried to turn it into this version from the start it never would have worked; I would have gotten frustrated and had to move onto some other project for the sake of my sanity, and our house's walls. But since I took it one small change at a time, look at what I've been able to turn it into.

Incremental change, son! It's how any real change happens. If you want to accomplish something big, you try to choose the things which you think will lead towards wherever you want to end up, especially when they won't get you all the way there, big easy changes like that almost never stick for one reason or another. Over time those small steps add up, and you end up somewhere a lot better than where you started. So, what do you think you can do to apply that to working on your grades?"

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Yeah, Danny could start to do something with what he had. He was still half alive, and could keep himself that way as long as he never stopped running long enough for Chrona to find and catch up to him. He had a Time and Dimensional and Relativistic Space ship (still not quite right, but better) with Dani fused into it to help him do just that. And he had his dad's screwdriver and advice.

So where should he start?

Well, if he wanted to build a myth, and to fulfill his obsessions wherever possible, protecting people while exploring all of time and space was probably as good a way as any. A time-traveling madman with an ever-changing camouflaged space-ship and a 'screwdriver', just passing through, helping out, was sure to get some attention.

It just needed a name to really give people something to latch onto.

He had just gotten his doctorate in engineering before everything went to hell, but as much as he'd like to use Dr. Fenton, that was just laying down a trail and begging Chrona to follow. His real name would probably have to be a closely guarded secret; the title was good though, so instead, he would just call himself

The Doctor.

Now, where should he run to next?

[aby55-of-the-ab5o1ute]

can I have a basic lore rundown of code & bones

GIGGLE THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG

Okay so, let's start at the manor!

B and R were both worker drones at the Elliot manor, though they were different rankings and in different sections so they basically never interacted.

B was a prototype for a new super high-tech model of drone, so she didn't have to do too many chores and was more like a show animal.

R was an older model of worker drone, so she had to do all the basic chores and stuff. Though she struggled due to being a trash drone Tessa found, and her being an older model.

R also eventually got the solver, though it was before V did.

Basically the whole manor thing we see in episode 5 plays out the same except R also has to be fought off.

and then more recently

Cantor was raised by Alice, but he eventually grew fed up and fled. They broke into outpost 3 (I finally learnt the name of it!!) and managed to go unnoticed. They chopped their hair, and tried integrating with the other drones. They went to school, though they weren't liked by most of the classmates. That is, except for Uzi. Cantor and Uzi got along great and often hanged out.

Though eventually, Cantor got an idea. They told Uzi they were sneaking out, took one of the key things, and left. It didn't take long for a murder drone to try and attack them, though they got away. Not without getting an idea though.

Cantor cut off both of their legs, and half of one of their arms. They used old disassembly drone and worker drone bodies to make their body resemble that of a disassembly drone. They also used oil to dye their hair from white to black. AND!! They added two more voice boxes to themselves!

Eventually, they found a disassembly drone that caught their eye. Most disassembly drones had monotone hair, but this one had a very eye catching brown color. It interested Cantor, and they decided to attempt to revive the drone.

It took a LONG time, but eventually they were successful. The drone awakened, and after being told what happened, introduced herself as Serial Designation B.

She invited Cantor to join her squad, but they were hesitant. They confessed to B they were a worker drone, but B.. surprisingly didn't kill them. Since Cantor gave B an upgrade so she didn't need to kill the worker drones, she really didn't see the point. She wasn't all that loyal to the company.

Eventually B led Cantor to her old squad, consisting of Serial Designation U and Serial Designation I. The two warmly welcomed Cantor and were thankful B was alive, even if she now looked different.

Cantor wanted to try again. Try to bring another drone back to life. So they scavenged parts, and eventually found a disassembly drone body and a worker drone body they wanted to bring back. But, they decided to fuse the two together. After also adding in their own code to make sure the drone functioned, the drone awakened. Cantor gave them the name Cryp, and everything was fine and dandy.

Though not for long.

Something happened to Cantor, they changed. Sometimes they would be more reserved and aggressive, to the point sometimes they would attack B. A drone they saw as their sibling. One time they attacked Cryp, and Cryp died. Fatal Errored.

Cantor was distraught and tried and tried to get them back. They had brought drones from the dead before, surely, SURELY, they can do it again... right?

but no matter what they tried, Cryp wouldn't power back on.

B and Cantor drifted apart, to the point they were passive aggressive and sometimes spiteful to each other.

Though one day when Cantor went exploring, they found R. a drone trembling, desperately trying to fly but their wings refused to budge. Their tail was ripped off, and they were sobbing.

Cantor helped R, and she told him about her old squad. Consisting of V, N, and J. She was forgotten, not in any company records and her name not remembered by any of them. She was just a shield to them, since she was able to regenerate from any amount of injury incredibly quickly and felt no physical pain.

Cantor gave R a new tail, but couldn't do anything for her wings. He invited R to join their squad and she accepted.

R noticed how distant B and Cantor were, and tried to get them to get along. They refused, but R kept pushing. She was normally quiet but she saw how much these two were hurting and just wanted to help.

Eventually, she witnessed Cantor's solver form beating down on B. Telling her that Cryp's death was all her fault, forcing her to stare at what was once Cryp.

R decided that was enough, and tackled Cantor.

Cantor snapped out of it, and was out of the solver mode.

It took a long time but eventually B and Cantor talked it through, and tried to figure out ways to keep the solver away.

They decided to leave the squad, both because they didn't want U and I to get hurt, but also because they two didn't want to stop killing worker drones. B and Cantor tried to get R to stay behind as well but R refused, so they left (and brought Cryp along as well).

Eventually they found an abandoned pod to hunker down in and stayed there. Cantor set up a lab in a hidden basement under the pod, and everything seemed okay.

Then episode 8 happens.

yeaahh idk how to explain that, lets just say they were confused as hell somewhere else and just trying to survive.

After, Cantor decides to drag B and R back to Outpost 3 to check on everyone else. Surprisingly, they're let in. Cantor is confused but grateful, and heads to Uzi's house.

He knocks, and Uzi opens the door. She doesn't know who he is at first until she hears their voice.

"Hey Uzi, wanna hang out?"

She just starts absolutely sobbing, and tackles Cantor into a hug, she lets Cantor and his friends inside and they all catch up.

I could get into the rest of it but this is already really long, though if y'all want more I'd be happy to deliver!!!

[leiandroid]

baseball girls + lil about them

rebecca only joined the team in her second year of highschool. baseball wasn't even on her radar as a club/sport to join. she was just a regular student going to school and then to work at her part-time job.

mika and huifen are good friends due to being on the baseball team where they had met in their first year. rebecca was never really close with them but being in the same year they all know each other anyway.

(actually idk if i wanna upgrade them to college girls but i also rly wanted to draw them in seifuku so i shall deliberate further on this the more it develops in my mind xd)

and little more ab each of them :) vvv

mika (jp)

southpaw pitcher and ace, a shy airhead with a crush on a 3rd year (matsuoka-senpai uwu). matsuoka comes to watch their games bc his sister is a 1st year that made the team. she's deluded herself into thinking he comes to watch her and always puts on her best performance to impress him.

when she's on the mound she's a totally different person. her level of focus is scary and appears emotionless when pitching. the blank stare is broken up by her flighty nature between pitches&calls which only makes her harder to read and scarier when facing her from the batting box.

huifen (chinese)

star batter of the team. she's brash and impulsive but extremely intuitive at bat. she appears to be dumb due to her boisterous nature but is very smart and calculating.

her temperament is like if a monkey and a cat fused. her parents are diplomats working in japan and moved there when she was young. she still has a slight chinese accent and goes off in chinese when she gets really heated.

she grew up playing baseball with the neighbourhood kids. the big brother of one of the kids had once told her she's swings a bat really well and then she became obsessed with becoming the best at it.

rebecca (hafu american(with latino roots)/japanese)

just a regular student doing her own thing when one day in class, she turned towards mika and asked to borrow an eraser. mika threw (pitched) the eraser at rebecca's head and rebecca caught it on reflex.

[rebecca works part-time at a roller cafe where she has a lot of experience catching things that drop due to new employees' unease on their skates, and just general mishaps of a roller cafe]

huifen (!) noticed her quick reaction and laughed loudly as she yelled at mika to stop daydreaming and that they're not out on the field. mika apologised profusely. after class however, huifen ambushed rebecca and pestered her about her thoughts about baseball and if she was interested in joining the team and rebecca is just like ??? i dont know shit about squat but huifen is like an annoying fly and doesn't leave her alone till she comes to check out the team.

turns out she's a natural catcher, only hindered by her lack of knowledge of baseball, and can (painfully) catch mika's pitches as she slowly learns the right catching technique and how and which pitches to call for.

[brainmelissa]

Dive into this infographic from Strike Electrical to know the benefits of switchboard upgrades & house rewiring as shared by the expert in this guide.

[springhillspeedyelectrician]

[kedreeva]

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I am so very, very tired of this whole electrical deal. We had our HVAC system replaced and fuse box/service upgraded, and were advised to have our electrical line from the road to house buried since we were eligible due to a change in service and apparently DTE won't do it unless you're changing service and it's a fucking HAZARD here, it's been for years. The install went flawlessly. Dealing with my fucking township has been one nightmare of communication after another.

I scheduled two different inspections that had to be done before DTE would come out, an electrical and a mechanical. I don't know why they wouldn't just do one for both, but apparently they won't. They tell me the first guy, mechanical, will be here between 9am and 2pm. I'm up at 7am to wait. I sit in my front room by the front door all day. Around 2 I get a knock and it's the electrical guy but I thought it was the mechanical guy, since I haven't heard from anyone else yet. I take him around back to look at the AC, which he does, and then I go to take him to the basement to look at the furnace, and find a bright orange "NOT APPROVED - LOCKED OUT" tag on my back door. Which is like ???? I was literally here all day??? NO ONE knocked until electrical guy showed up. So I take him down, he looks at the electrical, and then also the furnace, and then tells me to call the number on the tag and tell him he looked at all of it, including the other guy's part, and it's fine. SOUNDS FAKE BUT OK

So I call, and explain to karen what's happened. she says she has to wait for the reports to come in so she can verify. I said okay, that's fine, Electrical Guy said he would say so. I call back when she told me to, and get an answering machine. So I leave a message. at just after 5pm I get a call back from Karen who says the reports say the electrical passed but the mechanical was locked out. I explain again that Electrical Guy said both were fine, can she please check with him? She says oh right, you called about that, I will talk to both of them and let you know what they say.

Then my install company calls, because they have stuff to do after DTE does their stuff that DTE can't do until the township does stuff, and says that they got notification that electrical passed but mechanical was "locked out" (literally and figuratively not true, I was home and the doors were not locked) and they are going to try to charge me $45 for the inspection they say I wasn't home for, despite that I was sitting maybe 15 feet from the front door all day. The guy left the tag on my BACK DOOR for some reason, which makes me think he went around back and knocked instead of the front door like a normal human being.

Anyway, I am going to be calling back in a little bit and bitching until someone passes my goddamn inspections so I can stop having a live wire sitting on my roof. It should not be this hard to get a problem fixed.

[hyper-newt]

Comet Hook devlog #3

First prototype done !!!

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Other devlogs : 1 - 2- 3

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New devlog !!!

I finished the prototype and you can play it :)

(it is bad though, but that's the point ! i can see what works and what doesn't)

Here's what new down below :o

So first, i'm sorry for the lack of devlogs, I actually finished the prototype a month and a half ago, but I needed to tweak some stuff before releasing it. And uh college stuff and I had to study. But I have a break right now so here we are :)

I wanted to lock in to finish the prototype, it is quite rushed but it helps to fail faster. That's why I removed a bunch of animation and simplified some stuff so i could work more on the gameplay loop (and now it's your problem >:) ).

And so, here are some notable changes : (also some gif are from old builds of the game, so stuff are a bit different on the public prototype)

Fusing comets ! Replaces having multiple comets at the same time (Having multiples comets should be an upgrade, but heh too lazy to code it)

There's three type of upgrade right now :

D -> Defense (bunch of extra health)

A -> Attack (extra health + extra damage)

S -> Speed (extra health + extra speed)

The little number under the letter is its health. So when you hit a fish with the comet, only the first upgrade will be hurt.

You can have up to three upgrades at once.

Catch multiple fishes

Catching multiples fishes at the same time grants you a bigger and stronger comet ! Isn't that cool ? But now if you do bad at the minigame, it will end (you can see the fish health at the right, and yours at the left).

Also fishes stay stunned for a limited time now, so you can't catch all of them at the same time

The Shop

I will not speak about how it looks

But anyway, take a comet, throw it in the sell box, and take an item like a comet and throw it in the buy box ! easy

And if you want money outside of selling, there's some gold fishes swimming around that you can KILL for money <3

Mini bosses

You see these little red orbs ? Destroy all the fishes around it and it will be unlock.

Attack it again, and !!! A miniboss !!!

Catch them all and you'll finish the level

A map to explore with upgrades

These little thingy make you stronger (health, speed and attack), collect them !

An actual boss ! (no spoilers hehe)

niark niark you'll have to suffer through the whole prototype

Now that the prototype is done, here are my thougths on it

I think it's a bit too hard and not that much intuitive, it also doesn't feel that much like a fishing game :/

The fishing minigame is also kinda boring, but that's because I didn't bother coding something smart. Though I think I can make it better in an other way.

I'm not a big fan of the gameplay loop, having to fight some minibosses could be cool but the way I did it doesn't really work

And finally comets can get annoying ! At the end you have too much of them and that's a waste of performance + no one will go get the comets they left behind, so I do need to work on it.

I go a bit more in depth in the itch.io description :

So I'll make another prototype (but I'll remove the boss at the end, it isn't worth it for a prototype, but for a demo sure! )

And for the youtube video version of these devlogs, I learning to write music to not rely on copyrighted content but it takes time :(

Anyway I hope you'll still have fun playing it though (three out of four people that tried the game liked it, that's neat)

Next devlog will be about another game, I want to try out some other games idea. I hope to be able to release it in a month or less, depends how I'm feeling (im sick of coding, drawing is easier and I can't even do that because it goes against the idea of prototyping argh !!!)

Thank you for reading this devlog and have a good day

bye byeeeee!!!!

[ollieofthebeholder]

And If Thou Wilt, Forget: a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 11: That all my past results in "if"

Gertrude grumbled to herself, more for show in case of observation than anything, as she painstakingly logged the bundles of statements that had come down from Research that morning. The care she was having to take with the data entry wasn’t really feigned. She was familiar enough with technology, at least modern technology, but this particular machine dated back to the early nineties—she was astonished it still turned on, let alone functioned—and her memory of how to use MS-DOS was a bit rusty. There, at least, she had an advantage over Tim, if the penciled notes all over the pages of the thirdhand operating manual next to it were any indication.

At least the wiring had finally been upgraded. It hadn’t occurred to her that there would be an issue, but evidently the machine, old as it was, had proved to be too much for the outlet it had been plugged into. Fortunately it hadn’t caught fire since she had returned, but it had shorted out twice more, only not costing her several hours’ worth of work because of a large black box Tim had installed that turned out to be a battery backup holding enough power to at least allow her to save her progress before the computer shut down completely. The electrician who’d come by had kindly explained to her that the Archives, unlike the rest of the Institute, were still on a fuse box, and had upgraded it to a circuit breaker. Which also meant the lights had stopped flickering ominously whenever the wind shifted.

It was, however, rather an expensive repair, and she was already betting with herself whether Elias would be willing to budget for an upgrade to the fire suppressant system too.

The computer—which, if the notebook sitting next to the manual was to be believed, Tim had named “Mister Megabytes”—was difficult to use, but Gertrude supposed she should just be thankful Elias hadn’t somehow found a punch card system. It was going to be hard enough to upload anything to it, let alone store it. Fortunately, Tim had thought of that, and had apparently cleaned out every antique store and charity shop in the greater London area in search of floppy disks that would fit the beast. (She’d smirked when she saw the neat stack of receipts locked in her desk drawer, and promptly submitted them to Elias. She had hoped the nosy bastard would have had a heart attack when he saw the total, but alas.) Unfortunately, he’d been unable to fit more than a single statement and associated research onto any given floppy disk.

Gertrude had fortunately found a source for them and ordered in a large quantity. Less expensive than the piecemeal way Tim had picked them up, sadly, but still hopefully a big enough bill to make Elias regret a few more of his life choices.

She sighed, stretched, saved her work. Waited until the spreadsheet had finally committed itself to the disk, then ejected it from the computer and tucked it into the case labeled ARCHIVES OPERATIONS in Tim’s neatest block print. Shut down the computer, ran her hand over the CRT monitor to wipe clean the static—whether it actually did anything or not, it made her feel better—and headed to the break room to make herself a nice cup of tea. That done, she locked herself in her office, set up her shields, and settled in to read Tim’s latest report.

It was…interesting. Most of his reports were. She couldn’t tell if it was just that he was interested in everything and liked to chase down rabbit holes until he either hit rock bottom or encountered a badger or if he was simply hoping to head off every single ritual at the pass, but he’d detailed his research into incidents linked to more than half of the Fears in just a few short months. She could see, of course, how all of them might have involved the Stranger, often because of circus connections, but instead they had been about the Hunt, the Slaughter, the Desolation, the Spiral. (The message I am staying away from the sculptor’s work so I don’t have to give you a statement had both intrigued and worried her in nearly equal measures.)

The most interesting part of Tim’s reports was that most of the incidents he had learned about—or at least most of the recent ones—involved the Dark. Frankly, Gertrude would have thought the Dark was the last of the Fourteen to have anything to do with the big cities Tim and Gerard were visiting. They even called New York the city that never sleeps. And yet, here it sat, lurking in alleyways, behind theaters, in the smallest of gaps between street lights. The latest report was at least from somewhere she might have expected; they were in western Virginia, in the shadow of the Appalachian Mountains, investigating several local myths, legends, and traditions that had been handed down by those whose roots were deep in the soil.

Gertrude perused the reports. There were three in particular highlighted as having been recent incidents. One, unsurprisingly, was a rather gruesome murder that bore the hallmarks of Skin’t Tom; Tim was planning to pay a visit to the girlfriend of the perpetrator, who’d sworn he was dead a whole week before the murder. The second was a house fire that apparently started because of too many candles, but according to Tim’s notes, the child who had had them all burning had been in a nearby long-abandoned coal mine with a friend, who hadn’t come out, and he’d been crying about the mouth of the night; he wasn’t sure he would be able to get to him, but he would try. The third had taken place in what Tim termed a “ghost town” a few miles from where they were staying, where the rumors were it had been abandoned not because the coal dried up but because of something that stalked the streets; he was vaguer on that incident, which had taken place slightly more than a year previously, but said it was probably real. In the code he was using underlying the reports, unless she was misinterpreting it, was a statement that gave her pause: I know it sounds like the End or the Hunt, but it’s the Dark.

Not I think it’s the Dark or it looks more like the Dark. Tim was one hundred percent certain of that. Gertrude didn’t know why, but if he was sure, she trusted him.

She thought about that for a long moment as she began composing a reply. Not that she trusted him. She had along ago accepted that she trusted Tim with everything she had in her to trust; it was why she had left him in Chicago without hesitation, why she hadn’t immediately recalled him when he’d finished in Pittsburgh, why she hadn’t felt the need to double-check that everything he was sending her as a reply to his emails was true, let alone helpful. It was helpful, but that was beside the point. The point was that she didn’t for a minute doubt that Tim knew what he was doing and was working in the best interest of the Archives, and in her best interest as well. The thing she had to think about was his conviction that it was the Dark.

She didn’t think the Dark was preparing anything in America. Activity was up all around the world—she’d had several statements her in the Institute, and a few more she’d gleaned from her travels that weren’t as prominent as Tim’s. But the simple fact that the Dark was rising—damn Tim for reminding her of that book, now she was going to have to hunt down a copy, she didn’t have time to read for pleasure these days—meant that perhaps she had misjudged. Perhaps the Dark’s ritual was going to begin more quickly than the Stranger’s after all.

She gave Tim a few instructions, sent him a copy of the statement form—he was no Archivist, compelling wasn’t his gift, and it likely wouldn’t produce much of a coherent narrative, even if he had them write it down, but she could at least let him try—and enjoined him to be careful, then closed her laptop thoughtfully. It was Tuesday. Elias was happily engaged with the budgeting—really, she’d thought when she first realized what was going on that he was putting on an act, but he wasn’t, he really did enjoy the mundane bureaucracy and administration necessary in running a place like the Magnus Institute—so she would be unobserved for at least the next several hours. Which meant that if she pulled a few statements and went downstairs to talk them over, he wouldn’t notice.

Thanks to the computer and Tim’s efforts, she knew exactly where to find the ones she was looking    for, even though all of them were in the wrong place compared to where they should be. She pulled a few out of various shelves and boxes, tucked her tape recorder into her pocket, and headed to the center of the Archives. There was a barely perceptible crack in the floor, and next to it a board that easily levered up when she pressed a certain spot. Beneath it was an iron ring. She pulled it, lifted, and descended into the belly of the beast.

As usual, there as a sticky, unpleasant sensation as she passed below the floor an closed the door behind herself. The Eye couldn’t reach down here, not easily, so she could pass unobserved, but it also meant cutting herself off from her…patron, she supposed. While she had remained human through dint of unceasing effort, she still relied on it a fair bit, and cutting off the contact didn’t help her mood much. She shook it off as best she could and progressed a bit further.

Once she had descended another level, she let out a low whistle. There was an answering whistle from further down the tunnel, or at least an attempt at a whistle. A moment later, an elderly man with a broad, florid face and rather dusty clothes appeared out of seemingly out of the wall. He gave her what he probably thought was a disapproving glare but actually looked rather like a walrus with indigestion. “Gertrude, what on earth are you doing down here et this time of night?”

“It’s one o’clock in the afternoon, Jurgen,” Gertrude said with a sigh. “You really ought to pay better attention to the passing of time. You’re going to end up doing something foolish one of these days.”

Jurgen Leitner limped closer. As usual, he clutched his copy of A Disappearance in one hand and a heavy torch in the other, although what he thought he was going to do with that was beyond her. He was a coward, and a rather frail man, and the most he could do was drop it and run, leaving the light to possibly distract whatever was following him. “If it’s the middle of the afternoon, what’s going on? Has your assistant returned?”

“No, Tim is still abroad.” Gertrude didn’t bother explaining beyond that. Leitner didn’t need to know what was going on in that level of detail, just that he was safe from being spotted by her assistant. “But he sent me a rather…interesting report. I need your input.”

Leitner snorted. “I very much doubt that. You just want someone to listen to you ramble and nod their head.”

“If I wanted that, I would speak to a mirror,” Gertrude shot back, stung. Leitner had ego, of course, she’d known that for years, but did he have to be so crass as to project it onto her? “I do actually need your input. You have expertise in this matter.”

And I have no one else I can discuss this with, she added to herself. She still wished she could discuss it with Adelard; she would have preferred, given her current options, to discuss it with Tim, and probably Gerard, since she was fairly certain at this point they came in a set these days. But with the boys in Esau County and Adelard reduced to ashes, she was left with an addled bookseller who had believed, like Mary Keay, that he could master the Fears. At least Mary had been honest about herself.

She followed Leitner to the room he had set up as his “study”. He kept precious few books on him anymore, and she had to admit she took a perverse bit of pleasure in knowing that his fear of what he had done meant that he was basically reduced to reading nothing but terrible mass-market romance novels of the sort her mother had once thrashed her for keeping under her mattress. Still, he had two chairs and a table, and he invited her to sit, then poured them each a measure of rather expensive wine.

“All right,” he said, settling down and lifting his glass. “What is it you wish to discuss with me?”

Gertrude laid out the folders containing the statements, and felt a bit of satisfaction at his flinch. To his credit, however, he rallied quickly and sat silently sipping as she tried to put them into some kind of coherent order. The very last one she placed was the most recent, the one she had missed by three days and that Tim had locked in her desk drawer under her instructions; she’d sensed the Dark on it right away and brought it down with her.

“What are these?” Leitner finally asked when she didn’t speak. He had to have known she was waiting for him.

“These are all statements involving the Dark,” Gertrude told him. “All from within the last five years. Take a look and tell me what you think.”

She sat down and sipped at her own wine as he began to read, hesitantly at first, then more intensely. She already knew what he was going to see, or at least she hoped he did. He could be quite obtuse at times. Still…this was obvious, even for him.

As she watched him struggle through the third one, she reached for the latest, more out of boredom than curiosity. The handwriting was neat enough, but bold, pressed deep into the paper. The writer had obviously been quite excited about what she had come to say. Likely it was yet another person who had had an encounter with the People’s Church of the Divine Host, or with Robert Montauk himself, or possibly with the bogeyman.

Then Gertrude’s eyes fell on the name Maxwell Raynor, and she began to pay attention.

Manuela Dominguez was not simply a victim of the Dark that had come to relieve her feelings. She was an acolyte, a relatively high up member in the People’s Church of the Divine Host if her statement was anything to go by, and she had a great deal to say about her actions. She had been on the Daedalus, the third astronaut and the only one to not be an unwitting victim of a Fear. Gertrude bristled slightly at her taunt about Jan—how did she know that, she wondered—but the rest of the statement was too fascinating, and filled her with too much dread.

So. She was right. They were ready, just about.

Across from her, Leitner laid the last statement he’d had to read down. “I can see that you’ve picked a good number of Dark statements, Gertrude, but surely you could just as easily have selected the Stranger or the Flesh, so—”

Gertrude handed him the statement she had just completed. Leitner read it, his eyebrows climbing steadily higher and his face growing steadily paler. At last, he looked up at her. “The Black Sun?” he whispered.

“Any day now, I would imagine,” she said, as calmly as possible. Something about that nagged at her, but she didn’t give it a chance to take root. Not then.

Once she had discussed with Leitner how much help he was willing to give—none—and returned to the Archives, though, she probed at it as she began re-shelving the statements. Manuela Dominguez had stated that the time was at hand, that they were giving her one last chance to capitulate and join them. She never would, of course, but…

But why had they waited?

She had returned to London in November. It had been three months since then. Surely they must have decided by now that she wasn’t answering. Why hadn’t they moved ahead with their plans? Were they waiting for her to come and try to stop them? Surely they hadn’t needed to wait.

Or did they?

Gertrude pursed her lips thoughtfully. Somewhere in the Archives, she ought to be able to find evidence of the Dark’s last attempt at a ritual. It had to have been at least a hundred years ago. Maybe that would give her some sort of hint. Obviously it wouldn’t look the same. Space travel hadn’t been possible and science wouldn’t have advanced far enough for them to even know what dark matter and neutron stars were, so whatever Raynor had done back then…whenever it was…would have involved something else. But she could at least get the shape of it, and get an idea of how to disrupt it.

She wasn’t even sure how to disrupt a dark star. Or, frankly, what they thought it would do to bring…what did they call him? Mister Pitch into the world. She was almost curious enough to let it play out, just to see what it would look like…

Wait.

Gertrude froze, one hand on the shelf. The Eye was pushing back at her, she could feel it, but there was something right on the edge of her attention that…

Abandoning all else, she hurried back to the trap door, lifted it, and took the steps down three at a time. The second she was cut off from the Ceaseless Watcher, she drew in a breath and stepped into the first room available. She suffered briefly from that loss of contact, but she could think.

How had previous rituals stopped? Tim’s research had shown that the last attempt at the Unknowing had been disrupted by the Slaughter…but then she thought of the statement she had recorded when it had finally arrived from Pu Songling. The one about the Nemesis, and the failure of the Risen War. She’d idly speculated about what could have possibly disrupted it before deciding it didn’t matter, that she would put it from her mind and go back to figuring out how to deal with the Unknowing. Now, though, she wondered.

What if…what if what they were waiting for wasn’t some moment that would finish the ritual? What if it wasn’t some grand outside gesture that would seal the fate of the men and fully bring the Slaughter into the world? What if, quite simply, the soldiers had been waiting for the Slaughter itself?

What if the Risen War had simply collapsed on its own?

If it had collapsed on its own, if it had needed no intervention to fail…then there were two possibilities. Either the ritual itself had been imperfect, incomplete, they had been missing some key component of it and simply hadn’t known, or…

Or the ritual could not have succeeded in the first place.

Gertrude put her fingers to her lips as the implications of that crashed down on her. If the Risen War could not have succeeded, did that mean the Sunken Sky, too, could not have succeeded? That the Last Feast could not have succeeded? That the Great Twisting could not have succeeded? That the Unknowing would not succeed? If the Unknowing was doomed to failure without intervention, she supposed that was all to the good, as it would mean she could keep Tim and Gerard away from that danger.

But—she stifled the moan that rose, unbidden, to her throat—but if the Great Twisting could not have succeeded either, if it had been doomed to fail from the beginning, then that meant that she could have left it alone and it would have collapsed under its own weight. It meant that her interference was not only unnecessary, but counterintuitive.

It meant that Michael Shelley need not have been sacrificed.

She couldn’t believe—no. She didn’t want to believe that. She didn’t want to believe she had been so short-sighted, so focused on what she thought was her calling, that she had wasted her life and the lives of her assistants.

Poor Michael. Poor Sarah. Poor Tim, because she was putting him at risk for no reason…

Well. No. With him and Gerard safely out of the country for the moment, they were at least out of Elias’s range. And if she was wrong…after all, she told herself, it was only a guess, a wild surmise. There was still every chance that one of the rituals would work.

So. She would allow Tim and Gerard to keep following their path, to keep researching the Unknowing and ways to stop it. Perhaps they would find something less dangerous and volatile than the C4 poor Adelard had obtained for her, something that would nevertheless do the trick. Meanwhile, the Dark’s ritual would likely happen sooner. She would come up with some kind of plan, figure out what she could do if it did work, and then attempt to find out when the ritual would happen. She could do what she did best—watch, and observe, and know. And then she could act, but only if absolutely necessary.

If she was right, then she would tell Tim and Gerard everything. And if she was wrong, she would tell them that, too, and then they would stop the Unknowing together.

But whatever the result, she vowed to herself, she would not sacrifice either of them. She’d grown fond of the boys, and she would never again be responsible for another assistant’s death. Not if she could prevent it.

[bugendude]

Was rewatching Edgerunners and made an OC! Ik this guy is pretty overpowered, but that is my specialty lol. I've included a backstory for this guy down below. It's a little long, so I don't expect most people to read it haha.

Deep within the bowels of the Arasaka cybernetics department, there were a team of researchers and specialists devoted to finding a way to cure the ailment cyberpsychos in society. Eventually, they settled on a solution in the form of one of the most advanced A.Is the company had ever seen. The only problem was fusing it to a host, so that further study could validate their work. There were many test subjects who immediately went full on insane when dawning the interface, and with no other option the lead scientist turned to her own son in a last ditch attempt at some possible form of success. Fortunately, that success was achieved. Unfortunately for Tony Carter, this meant that he would never have a normal life.

Tony's early years were spent in a white box, isolated from the outside world. While any normal person would go completely insane due to the isolation, he had the A.I, the Neural Operations and Response Algorithm or NORA, to keep him company. In between the countless cybernetic surgeries Tony would go through, they would play and watch movies. Their favorite was 2008's Iron Man, which they would rewatch regularly inside his head. Tony was the only person who could physically see and interact with Nora, Nor for short, and many of the scientists studying him thought we was in fact going crazy, though the scans showed otherwise. Things were good, that was until that fateful night.

Seeing that the experiment was a brilliant success, Arasaka decided to remove Nora from Tony and use her for their own company purposes. When news reached the lead scientist, she was horrified. Tony and his childhood friend had became so emotionally and physically intertwined that separating them would kill them both. For that reason, she refused to give them up. Tensions began to rise, and it came to a head when soldiers breached the department and killed everyone. In her final act of love for the both of them, Tony's mom wiped everything from the servers and ordered Nora to get them both out of there.

How they managed to sneak out of the department and into a cyberweapon stock room was nothing short of a miracle. They both knew there were hundreds of armed gaurds heading to their location, and as they frantically tried to figure out a way to get though them Tony remembered that Iron Man movie they both loved so much. He then used his A.I companion to push his psychosis immunity and arm them with as many cybernetics as she could fuse to him. With these tools, they killed everyone who got in their way and made it outside.

The next couple years were spent running from law enforcement and taking jobs as a mercenary. They became really good at killing, so good in fact that while under their alias Patch they were approached by Arasaka's competitor, Militech, who upgraded their cybernetics and weapons. With these new tools they quickly rose through the ranks to become one of Night City's best Solos.