#ignus nilsen

[laughingpinecone]

(once the above temp link won't work anymore: here!)

Love in the time of certain ruin, or: world-historical thirdwheeling Dramatis personae: · Kras Mazov, father of scientific communism · Ignus Nilsen, his evangelist · Eight thousand years of failures, missed chances, fears and partings · ...and you, untethered from linear time more often than not, basking in the greatness of the end of all things, pale glorious and total, where all revelations turn to naught Be a good friend, will you?

A standalone Elysium fangame, approximately 4500 words per playthrough, four endings across six variables. Yuletide treat for @vriskarlmarx who wrote the most wonderful thing for it!

[linkmesh-communard]

scientific communists on krasmas eve waiting for ignus nilsen to infra-materialize down the chimney

[mrtequilasunset]

For the rarepairs, Steban/Uli or Soona/Ruby or Cindy/Liz or Mazov/Nilsen maybe?

ah... and they were comrades

[yarrowdraws]

yeah I don't know

[miapcain]

(Sacred and Terrible Air Fanart/Practice)

"It was a blizzard, but it was bright, it was morning. Communism is white, it sparkles! Communism is morning, it is a jubilation!"

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

"you kind of look like a cunt and I mean that literally" - @palin-tropos (tag's a reblog from here)

[redwoodrroad]

chapter 16, in a nutshell 😂

[palin-tropos]

Zigi doesn’t realize at first what he’s looking at; it appears almost organic. The airship is a tattered carcass, and the ribbons of staticky mist snatch at it and latch onto the ribs of a former balloon like hungry tentacles and worms on a whalefall.  It is surprisingly resilient to entroponetic forces. Things are supposed to be lost forever in the deep pale, but this hasn’t disappeared yet, because it has been preserved forever in the moment that he, Zygismunt Berg, inevitably finds it. Thirty or so paces away from the crashed aerostatic, light breaking through the mist finds a hillock of soft moss with a delicate icing of dew crystals on the little spherical sporangia. A dark shaft of metal, that Zigi first thinks is scrap, a pipe or an antenna, rises askew from the mossy mound, a flagpole with no flag.  Another explorer has reached this deep into the pale.

I FINALLY PUBLISHED AN ELYSIUM FIC the WIP has been sitting in my notes app for an eternity and it's finally done

[bowyooo]

WHERE DID YOU SAY THAT FROM

zignus, imagine

insp by the deep lore drop

[shouldtheydivorce]

[zhookotallo]

me when 16th chapter

[laughingpinecone]

GLORY TO THE GHOSTS OF US on itch.io

Steban, Ulixes, Kras Mazov, Ignus Nilsen: old wounds, old ghosts and shifting identities at the end of the world. 

It′s a sad song / But we sing it anyway / As if it might turn out this time... A very short (under 500 words!) Disco Elysium fangame readable as a standalone story. Somewhat branching choices, two entire instances and a half of reactive text, three endings. Written for Neo Twiny Jam. TW discussions of suicide

[runfreebirdrun]

what if i was a decaying rock star and you were the memories made cytoplasm of a communist revolutionary and we had a dialogue in which i stood for nihilism, what will destroy the world, and you stood for communism, or hope in humanity, that which will revive it

[yarrowdraws]

gay mazovian theory

[hopelessandcalmless]

In the world of Elysium, thoughts can be material. Literally.

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

tfw a spectre is haunting your yaoi