#greg the faceless

[anotherprofessional]

Based on USAviator's The Fight Before Christmas.

[roy-siblings]

‘feel it!’ ⌙ succession + no faces (5/?) — 1x01

[backseatloversz]

gregs recent obsession with having a random date to events and stating hes madly in love with her and then saying ahaha nevermind forget that she sucked like 24hrs later and then finding a new random girl to become obsessed with to show off to everyone and to tell tom about gay cousin greg cringefail gay drunken makeout accidental outing is on the horizon i can feel it

[namedoggo]

It's Time Again...

It's Fetch’s 4th Birthday‼️

(Spent more than a Week on This but it's worth it-)

Can't believe it's been 4 years now... I still remember it being the early days of April in 2020 when I decided to read the 2nd FF Book cause Dawko's Into the Pit Videos Intrigued Me...

As Stupid as it probably is to say, this book has helped me a lot. It helped me with my Art, the Tough Times, and my love for writing and good stories, which is why I even want a career as a Screenwriter of all Things. Now, getting accepted into the College I wanted for Creative Writing (Lucky Me) and finally about to start a big point of my life, I feel like I have Fetch to somewhat thank for that.

So despite it all, with how horrid this entire series is covered with plot holes, mpreg, fazgoo, and super villains, I'm still glad it exists. Happy Birthday, Fetch.

Ok that's enough of that (I'm not that good with explaining my Emotions)

Here's some Close Ups

This part is based on that one dream Greg had where Fetch and a Faceless Man were Running after Him

Then we got Alec celebrating Hazel's Birthday All Alone after the Party was Over

Then we just got the Boys Celebrating Oscar’s Birthday- Check out the Bonnie Puppet (Also first time Drawing Isaac in this Style)

[lulu2992]

I’ve been thinking about Faith lately and the fact that, unlike John and Jacob, she’s really a “faceless” Herald. Rachel apparently wasn’t the first, but I realized how apparent Faith Seed’s replaceability was in the game.

In Holland Valley, John’s face appears on signs, in posters, and there’s a giant YES billboard because “The Power of Yes” is his personal philosophy, indirectly taught to him by his abusive parents. In the Whitetail Mountains, Jacob’s face is also in posters, a giant sword (his symbol) is painted on a cliff, and “cull the herd” was inspired by his traumatic experience during the war. Those things are first and foremost about who they are and what they went through as people.

In the Henbane River, however, Faith’s face is nowhere to be seen. There aren’t any posters or signs, and the giant statue in her region is a statue of Joseph, not Rachel. Slogans like “Join Us In The Bliss” or “Walk The Path” have nothing to do with her past. Similarly, the song “Help Me Faith” isn’t about who she is and never mentions anything about her story; it’s written from the point of view of a sinner asking for her help (or even just wishing they had had “faith”, the concept). If someone else takes on the role of Faith Seed, there are no outdated posters and signs to remake, no statue to rebuild, and no song to rewrite. None of these things are personalized; they work no matter who “plays” Faith.

In theory, someone else could be the Baptist, and the Project’s army could have another leader, but John and Jacob can never be replaced, as people and brothers. On the other hand, any woman who has enough faith in Joseph, is willing to proselytize his message, able to use Bliss, and deemed fit for the role can be Faith. I think Greg Bryk summarized the situation well when he said she was more of an “essence” and a “feminine energy” Joseph needed rather than a specific person.

We barely know anything about Rachel’s life before the Project, but in the end, we don’t really need to. What truly counts for Eden’s Gate is what, as Faith Seed, she can do for the Father and his followers. Who she is, where she comes from, and what she looks like, that doesn’t matter for the role. She’s an idea; her face isn’t important.

I would even argue the reason Rachel seems to be considered the best Faith Seed is that not only does she do exactly what her brothers do (weaponizing her trauma and thinking what nearly destroyed her can make people better), which makes her as good a Herald as they are, but she also understood that she could use Faith Seed’s inherent facelessness as a weapon. “You see what you want to see”, she says, and remaining a mystery helps her do her job efficiently.

[tearfallpixie]

Make Mama Happy - Chapter 4

I managed to work on a chapter a little so enjoy 🥰🥰🥰

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I couldn't shake off the nerves as I added the finishing touches to my outfit, my hands trembling with anxiety. Vinny was downstairs waiting for me, and I hoped we could maintain the facade long enough to get through the dinner. I wore a gorgeous black knee-length dress with nude tights, topped with a black pea coat. My hair was elegantly pinned up in a curly bun, but my attempts to put on jewelry were hindered by my shaky hands.

"Nichole? We need to leave soon," I heard Vinny call from downstairs, his footsteps ascending the stairs. I groaned in frustration as my fingers fumbled with my necklace once again. "Hey, you okay?" Vinny's voice sounded concerned as he pushed his way into my room.

“I’m fine.” I snapped, turning to see that he had pushed his way into my room. He was dressed in a black button-down shirt, nice slacks, and shiny dress shoes, looking undeniably handsome. His mother had insisted we dress up for the occasion, and Vinny had texted me the plans earlier so I would be prepared. Heather had apparently given it to him after the last time we were at his house because I had forgotten. 

"Damn, just checking on you," he said softly, taking the necklace from my hands and clasping it effortlessly around my neck. "If you're quite done, we need to go." I nodded and picked my healed boots up to slip them onto my feet, using Vinny to stabilize me. Once done we walked back downstairs and out to his car where he opened the door for me to get in. 

"Oh, so you are capable of being a gentleman. Got it," I remarked sarcastically as I settled into the passenger seat.

"Watch it, I'll shove you in a mud puddle," Vinny muttered as he took his place behind the wheel.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” I retorted.

"Careful, hold that frown on your face for too long and it will freeze like that," Vinny teased, his snicker not helping to ease my nerves.

"I don't have to do this, so shut up, Mauro. I could leave you wallowing like a cod fish for an explanation to your mummy," I shot back, feeling the tension rising between us. He rolled his eyes and started the car, the warm air from the vents providing some comfort in the chilly atmosphere.

"This isn't an ideal situation, but I do appreciate it. I won't hold the ruse for long. Just long enough that we can have a 'painful' break up and my mum won't try setting me up on fake dates for a while," he explained, adding air quotes around 'painful.' 

"Oh, I'll make it painful," I muttered under my breath, a hint of determination in my tone. Vinny rolled his eyes in response and drove us to his parents' place, which was about 30 minutes away from our location. When we arrived, I put on a fake smile and allowed him to open the door for me, taking his extended hand to help me out of the car. Our fingers laced together, and he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, silently conveying that he was just as nervous as I was.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

"No," I mumbled honestly, before tugging his hand towards the door. He knocked firmly, and moments later, the door opened to reveal his smiling mother who instantly pulled us into a tight hug.

"Vincenzo, Nichole! We're so glad you two are here," Rosa cheered as we entered the house.

"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Mauro," I murmured politely.

"Please, call me Rosa. Come in! Kyle and Adriana are already here with their partners," she said, leading us further into the house.

"Adriana?" I whispered to Vinny.

"Sorry, my sister. Greg is Kyle's fiancé, and Lucas is Adriana's boyfriend," he explained quietly as we followed Rosa into the kitchen, where everyone else was gathered. Kyle noticed me first, his excitement quickly morphing into confusion.

"Jonathan, this is Vinny's girlfriend, Nichole," Rosa introduced me to Vinny's father. He held out his hand, and I took it in a firm shake.

"Hello, Mr. Mauro. Vinny has told me all sorts of wonderful things about you guys. Thank you for inviting me into your home," I said sweetly, trying to keep calm. It was all fake and I knew that but meeting his parents made my anxiety spike.

"Please, call me John," he replied, his voice warm and inviting. It tugged at my heartstrings, stirring up feelings of longing and sadness. I didn't have a good relationship with my own family, so I often spent holidays with Heather unless we were invited to her family gatherings. Even then, I often felt out of place. These people, who weren't even my family, were treating me with such kindness seconds after meeting me. It made me feel guilty for lying to them.

"Of course, John," I murmured. John, Rosa, Adriana, and her partner all headed into the dining room, leaving Vinny, Kyle, his partner, and me alone in the kitchen.

“What the hell Vin? I thought you said you wouldn’t date her!” Kyle hissed lowly before giving me an apologetic look. “Sorry, no offense.” 

"We aren't dating, but she agreed to fake it long enough to get Mama off my case for a while. We don't like each other," Vinny explained tersely, his frustration evident in his tone. 

"What the fuck are you thinking? You'll never be able to pull this off," his brother hissed, echoing my own doubts. I glanced at Vinny, expecting him to back down, but he met his brother's gaze with a stubborn determination that mirrored my own usual stubbornness.

"It's just a few months. Don't say shit," Vinny replied firmly, squeezing my hand in reassurance before leading us all into the dining room, where the others were already taking their places at the table. Vinny and I sat next to each other, bracing ourselves for the inevitable interrogation that would define the rest of the evening.

Where did we meet? “We met at my winery last week when Kyle and him were wine tasting for the wedding.” 

What was it I saw in Vincenzo? “I had met Vinny the day before at his party and I thought he was beautiful, and intelligent, and his laugh was so inviting. I wasn’t brave enough to ask for his number at the time so it was fate that he was at my work the next day.” 

What did Vincenzo see in me? “She took my breath away, when she walked in I couldn’t focus on anything else. She was beautiful and smart. I was glad Heather brought her over.” 

Did I see a future with him because family was very important to them. “I’ve always wanted a family, and I’ve always wanted children. I would be so lucky to have that with Vinny. He’s amazing.” 

As we sat at the dinner table, I could see Kyle trying to understand where we were going with all of this, while his parents seemed only too happy with our answers.

"You two seem so enamored with each other. It reminds me of Jonathan and me when we first met," Vinny's mom said, her words filling me with dread once again. I was reminded that this was all fake, and they didn't deserve to be deceived. 

"I need a drink," I whispered, feeling overwhelmed. I stood quickly and made my way back into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Leaning on the sink, I took a swig, unaware of Vinny's presence as he walked in.

“What was that?” He asked, standing next to me. 

"They are amazing! What kind of person are you that you can just lie to them?" I snapped quietly, my frustration bubbling over.

"It's just for a few weeks. It's not that big of a deal! Don't tell me you never lied to your parents," he huffed, rolling his eyes. I slammed the cup down on the counter and glared at him, holding back tears. 

"My parents kicked me out of the house when I was 15. I lived on the streets until I was 21. I have never seen or heard from them since. You are lucky to have them because I have no one," I confessed, my voice breaking with emotion. Unexpectedly, Vinny pulled me into a tight embrace, and I clung to his shirt, taking solace in his presence.

"We can go out there and tell them that I was being stupid," he mumbled, but I shook my head, a mischievous plan forming in my mind. While I liked his family, Vinny needed to be knocked down a peg. He still hadn't apologized for what he said to me at the party, and I was going to make him regret it.

"No. We'll let it run its course. I'll date you for a few weeks like I promised. But know that I will make them love me. And when this is all over, you'll be the one that looks bad. I didn't get support from family, so I'm going to thrive on the support from yours," I declared, determination coursing through my veins. I was about to say something else when Rosa walked in. 

"Is everything okay, dears?" Rosa asked sweetly, her concern evident in her voice.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. I was just reminded that Vinny is going on tour in a couple of days, and I'm not taking it well. I'm just going to miss him so much," I replied, snuggling into the drummer's chest for added effect. His arms tightened around me but I could feel the confusion and annoyance radiating off of him.

"Oh, it will be okay, dear. I can understand why it would be difficult. You are always welcome here while he is away," Rosa offered sincerely, her warmth and kindness almost making me feel guilty for what we were doing. Almost. She needed to see how foolish her son was.

"I really appreciate that, Rosa. I might take you up on that offer," I responded, playing my part while feeling Vinny's bubbling over. But when I glanced at him, he was wearing a smile to maintain appearances.

"Come on, baby. Let's go back to the table, shall we?" he gritted through his teeth.

"Yes, let's. I want Rosa to tell me all your embarrassing childhood stories," I fake giggled, relishing in the opportunity to rile him up. This was going to be fun.

[alexilulu]

Books I read in 2024 Masterpost

#0: A Memory Called Empire (Arcady Martine, Tor Books, 2019)

#1: A Desolation Called Peace (Arkady Martine, Tor Books, 2021)

#2: Exordia (Seth Dickinson, Tor Books, 2024)

#3: The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives Inside Your Home (Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor, Harper Perennial, 2020)

#4: The King In Yellow (Robert W. Chambers, Warbler Classics (originally F. Tennyson Neely), 1895)

#5: Katana-Ra (Jay Libby (based on an outline by Kosala Ubayasekara), W.R.K.S. Games (self-published), 2023)

#6: Runequest: Roleplaying in Glorantha (Greg Stafford Steve Perrin Jeff Richard Jason Durall and friends, Chaosium Inc., 2019)

#7: Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë under the pen name Ellis Bell, Thomas Newby, 1847)

#8: Moby Dick (Hermann Melville, Independent Publisher (originally Harper & Brothers), 1851)

#9: Saevus Corax Deals With the Dead (K.J. Parker (pen name of Tom Holt), Orbit Books, 2023)

#10: A Legacy of Spies (John le Carré, Viking Press, 2017)

#11: Saevus Corax Captures the Castle (K.J. Parker (pen name of Tom Holt), Orbit Books, 2023)

#12: Karl Marx (Isaiah Berlin, Times Inc. Books, 1963)

#13: The Yiddish Policeman's Union (Michael Chabon, HarperCollins, 2007)

#14: Final Girls Support Group (Grady Hendrix, Berkley Books, 2021)

#15: Slow Horses (Mick Herron, Soho Crime, 2010)

#16-18: The Scholomance Series (Naomi Novik, Del Rey Books, 2020-2022)

The Rules

1: unless tagged #spoilers, any novel I post will not contain plot spoilers but may contain vibe spoilers or allusion to events; I may talk about what the story is About that the dust jacket or my own synopsis may not make obvious but I won't tell you who killed somebody or a cool twist

2: I'd I post a book here it is because I finished it and liked it, OR I finished it and need to untangle why I didn't. Novels I simply don't enjoy I don't finish anymore, as a rule, but I may break it if something about it compels me to finish it. I've only had to do it twice in the last year, but both novels were so antithetical to my enjoyment that it made me actually feel mad about trying to read them.

3: I'm not gonna rate them. I don't like ratings systems, I'm not gonna try to hammer something into a number, and forcing it is just going to be dumb. I did think about making a 7 point criteria list that if a novel met it I would declare perfect, but that's too much work. Maybe in a lull of books or something I'll hammer one out. If I do, one point will be "did it contain a character wielding a sword flicking the blood from their blade before sheathing it?"

4: no rereads. I have a bad habit of returning to old books series when I have so many books that interest me that I'd like to break, so for 2024 unless I need to for something wild like a series entry I'm not expecting, no rereads.

5: There's gonna be some nonfiction in here. I've got a couple of things at the top of my to-read list that are political or social in nature, but if you're following me or reading these you probably can attune yourself to my political stances to know what's up pretty quickly. That said, I'm gonna talk about social shit occasionally even outside of those, so idk if that's a big deal but, yknow.

6: fuck it, we ball

[protoslacker]

But in America’s border crisis, we need a lot more journalists doing what Torres and the Daily Mail did with this one article. Because every affront to human rights from xenophobic right-wing demagogues like Abbott, Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis, and Donald Trump — dumping busloads (or planeloads) of migrants in big cities in the dead of night, refusing to give water to pregnant women at the border in 105-degree heat — hinges on one critical thing: not seeing refugees as human beings but as a faceless Other. An “invasion.” When we refuse to tell the story of Norlan Bayardo or even publish his name, we become accomplices to these authoritarian tactics.

Will Bunch in The Philadelphia Inquirer. The young Honduran drowned in Greg Abbott’s Texas had a name: Norlan Bayardo Herrera

We need to name the refugees needlessly killed by Texas' cruel border demagoguery.

[ourhistorytoo]

A clip of Achebe Betty Powell from the documentary Word Is Out: The Story of Our Lives (1977). Word Is out spliced the interviews of 26 queer people together and is a notable landmark in queer history. The documentary is 2 hours and 12 minutes long.

Powell was an activist with the Astraea Lesbian Foundation for Justice and what was originally called the National Gay (now LGBTQ) Task Force. Powell was the first Black lesbian to serve on the board of directors of the National Gay Task Force for several years and served as the director of the Kitchen Table Press.

When people talk about feminists ruining the Black community, they're including women like Achebe Betty Powell who were pioneers and visionaries who in the fight for human rights. These are not nameless faceless people or ideologies, they were human beings who actually existed and were working to make the world a better place.

This history is our history, too.

Update: According to Greg Youman's book, Word is Out: Queer Cinema Classic , an interview with Audre Lorde was excluded. The Mariposa Film Group ultimately failed in the representation that Achebe Betty Powell hoped the film would achieve.

[downs1de]

i love Greg he's such a cutie wootie patootie who has done nothing wrong. he can have a little medical malpractice, as a treat.

“Rock on, faceless stranger—that’s what I’ve been saying!”

“You can question my methods, but never my results.”

[rise-my-angel]

I'm going insane rn. I made the mistake of visiting the asoiaf subreddit, I want to bleach my eyes. Why are secret Targ theories everywhere? Why does everyone need to be a Targaryen? Why are some people so convinced that Mance Rayder is actuay Rhaegar? That secret Targ theory, in particular, infuriates me, mainly because not everything has to be about the damn Targaryens, they interpret every single plotline to ever exist in this series to have something to do with the Targs and none of them are spared, appadently- But also because Mance Rayder is much, much more interesting, as a character, than Rhaegar can ever dream of being.

Like, I consider this an insult to the time and effort grrm spent to write about Mance and develop him into a well fleshed out character. He is a brute, tough guy and leader of the Free Folk but he's also a trickster type bard who loves his bawdy songs, He's a Night's Watchman and a Wildling but also neither, Qhorin Halfhand was his enemy but also a dear friend once- All of these show an active effort by the author to create a complex character, to not leave him as a generic cardboard cutout but flesh him out into an actual, believably realistic person, and I find it kinda rude to look at all that effort and artistic intention, and just go 'Actually, no, it's this other guy instead.'

Why take an already interesting character and make him a secret Targ? Is nobody in this universe allowed to be interesting and important without having some sort of connection to that fucking house?

Also, just because they both play music doesn't mean that they're literally the same fucking person, and I can't believe that's a sentence this fandom has made me have to say. I never would have thought I'd have to explain how two people having the same hobby doesn't make them the same people, to whom I assume are grown adults. I'm starting to think these people live in a planet where only a single person is allowed to specialise in a particular field, and the guy who does music is called 'Greg Musicman' or something, and that's what they base these theories off of.

I HATE the "everyone is a secret targ" theories. It's so uncreative and pointless. It's as dumb to me as the "everyone is secretly a faceless man" theory. The whole reason why there are so few Targaryeans left is because the house basically cannibalized itself, leaving how few there are today. There are no secret targs besides Jon, because Jon being a secret Targ is actually extremely relevant to multiple characters major plotlines (Ned for example).

Everyone else being a secret targ is so stupid. HOW ON EARTH WOULD RHAEGAR DISGUISE HIMSELF AS MANCE RAYDER. MANCE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE HIM.

From the wiki for reference:

"Mance is a slender man and of middling height, but broader in the chest and shoulders and taller than Rattleshirt. His long brown hair has gone mostly to gray, and laughter lines appear at the corners of his mouth. Mance has a sharp face with shrewd brown eyes."

"The beautiful Rhaegar had deep purple or indigo colored eyes. He had long, elegant fingers, and was taller than his younger brother, Viserys would be in his adulthood. Rhaegar's hair was similar to the silver-blond of Viserys and their sister Daenerys."

Yeah, I can see how people could possibly mix the two up. Like, Mance is such an interesting character and by making him secretly Rhaegar it just diminishes his interesting backstory. It feels literally like a cheap ploy for theorists to have Rhaegar actually alive to interact with his secret son.

They have this for everyone though. Tyrion is secretly a Targaryean. Melisandre is secretly a Targaryean. Samwell Tarly is a secret Targaryean. Craster is a secret Targaryean. I'VE DEAD ASS HEARD PEOPLE THEORIZE LYANNA STARK WAS A SECRET TARGARYEAN.

It's exhausting these people are so fucking obsessed with this house that everyone has to connect back to it when it literally makes no sense for a single one they;ve ever come up with and a reveal of them being a secret Targaryean would add up to literally no relevance. The entire point of Jons parentage is because he is the one person whose reveal would be impactful. It would effect multiple characters and stories, thats the point. Its so unthinkable to happen, and yet it is the truth Ned Stark hid for Jons entire life to protect him.

To have this be casual for anyone else, means that Ned risked jack shit to protect his son because apparently its easy to hide secret Targaryean lineage.

The brain rot amongst Targ stans is honestly baffling. They are just delusional at this point it feels like. Like, I'm sorry to say this, but...

The Targaryeans aren't actually that interesting in the first place.

[orgcommunity2015]

Disruption Sunny Side Up 

Disruption gets a bad rap. We are quick to see it as a faceless villain itching to lay waste to our future prospects. But shattering the status quo is positive and necessary. We call that type of change innovation. It happens when smart people with guts and irrepressible creative energy are left to their own devices. Greg Larkin, who was a guest on a recent Association 4.0 podcast, is one of…

[roy-siblings]

‘don’t pull on my tail!’ ⌙ succession + no faces (6/?) — 1x01

[hmucla-black-horror]

Processing the Horrors in Terence Taylor's "Wet Pain"

In my recent reading of Terence Taylor's deeply unsettling short story "Wet Pain", there were many thoughts and ideas I found to be essential to discuss drawing from it. While disturbing stories are often best taken in slowly over time, I felt compelled to process my swirling thoughts on this provocative piece. Taylor immerses readers in the horrific unfolding of a friendship’s erosion through the “infection” of racism and witnessing of atrocities. It left me profoundly contemplating lasting wounds inflicted through America’s traumas.

The story’s fantastical horror stems from the grim realities of racism’s psychological and behavioral transformations. Protagonist Greg bears witness as his white friend Dean’s personality decays, relationships crumble, and violence ensues after Dean interacts with his family’s racist memorabilia in post-Katrina New Orleans. I cannot shake the vivid notion of racism as an insidious, parasitic, and immensely infectious contagion that consumes Dean’s sanity. Taylor suggests America’s legacy of oppression fundamentally “haunts” the national consciousness, its demons rousing our base fears and urges.

One of fiction’s strengths is using symbolism to expose society’s ugliest recesses. Images etched in my mind include the panoramic photo of a 1920s Klan gathering Dean gifts Greg, white hoods representing the nameless, faceless spread of evil, and Dean’s graphic phone attack on his wife Lynn. The intersection of racism and queer experience also pervades when Dean hurls homophobic verbal abuse at his once-close gay friend. Raw, unambiguous writing refuses readers the luxury of imaginative distance from reality’s suffering.

Perhaps above all, I ponder people’s capacity for coexisting humanities, how vulnerability and pain warp victims’ and perpetrators’ moral compass. When systems fail and chaos reigns as in disasters like Hurricane Katrina, community ties seem most frayed. Taylor probes our contradictory nature through Dean’s metamorphosis from loving father to violent attacker over mere months. No relationship proves immutable under strain.

Such reflections on society and human fragility marinate heavily after consuming art and media fixated on oppression and trauma. I believe reckoning with injustice requires staring it full in the face; still, fictional or not, witness takes psychic toll. Taylor’s horror holds up a mirror to humanity’s open wounds that remain far from healed. We emerge haunted, but in haunting perhaps find purpose.

[stranezzedalmondo666]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: DC Comics The New 52 Batman Volume 4 Zero Year Secret City.

[sleepsart]

i have a question, how do you come up with names for all your characters/ocs? for me the biggest issue when making ocs or characters is the names for them, and yours are always sk good ^^

!! Tysm!! I mostly just look at them and think about vibes. Half the time I ask friends or I press a generator until something pops up. Sometimes all I know is that the character has the vibes of someone who's name starts with a certain letter, and I'll google "names that start with [letter]" and keep scrolling until I find one. The Faceless One actually doesn't have a name because I couldn't think of one.

Another thing I do is I'll look around at random objects and combine their names into a rlly absurd word and find names similar to that word. Like rn I'm looking at a stool and a rug . Combined that's either rool or stug. Now we have Ruel, Rudy, Stu, and somehow Greg. It's a word association game for me tbh