#lethal company sigurd

[ersatz-colubridae-888]

thinking about how sigurd has issues with his dad but he still sees this little bug thing as a son to him. think about it for me. ok?

bleeehhh

[ub-club]

Comms guy and his emotional support asshat @cookiecaker

[lethalcrew]

BUNCHES OF DOODLES !? BOY, AINT NO WAY!

[kasuyoko]

💔

based off this ofc

[cookiecaker]

I dont know if im going home

[85-rend]

this is what Sigurd looks like in my mind. idk. i cant explain it this is just real to me

[timedyne]

the chicken, a lethal company pmv about sigurd

a challenge to see if i could actually finish a pmv using an entire song. i did this almost entirely in one sitting, only stopping to eat, use the bathroom, and sleep. i started last night about about 8:00pm pst and finished it today at about 4:00pm pst.

there are parts of this that i really like and other parts i dont. overall, i think its really good for my first ever type of project like this! i hope you enjoy :)

[cardboardclownery]

> THERE ARE SOME THINGS WERE WERE NEVER MEANT TO KNOW <

pretty quick one today- just headcanon lethal co crew designs :]

desmond is meant to be darker skinned than that btw i dont know what happened with the camera-

[irascible-iridescent]

Headcanon time! What if Company harvests fear from the crew. What if this is all intentional? Like the most valuable things you can get r on the most dangerous moons. One of the most valuable things on the early moons r beehive and the power generator that keeps the lights. If the crew can be cloned indefinitely then it means its totally sensible to kill them off when they can't generate more fear.

I just really want to find any explanation in the world of Lethal Company why teams are killed if they do not meet quota.

Also the first crew could hear screams through walkie-talkies at the Company. Apparently it was the population of golden planet that the Company swallowed and were digesting. Right now you cant hear anything, but also the first log about this is like a few hundreds years old. So did the company dissolved everyone on the golden planet and this is why u cant hear anything?

[thinksthatit-sbesttonotlookback]

Final Log

I’m dictating this as my final entry of my journal. I have a lot to say, but not enough time to capture all of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions from the last two weeks. I will cut to the chase, and start at the beginning of this nightmare.

The Company offered a new contract to the interns, with a major twist. Instead of the usual three day quota we were given one for twelve days, and the crew could be more than the usual four, however it had to consist of “all-stars”; or at least that’s the phrasing one of my future teammates used. The Company wanted to test longer expeditions and chose to use the best of the best to test it out. I can vividly recall meeting my team in a sterile-white room owned by the Company. There I met my teammates. Interns #034, #69943, #101, #393, #939, #1245, #202, #102, #005, Additional Asset #2, and…

To hell with this, if our employers aren’t going to respect their sacrifices, then I won’t discuss them in an unattached way. Besides, we never respected the numbering system anyway. I knew them by their name, age, and what they did or how they acted.

Adam - 25 - Relaxed under pressure Ozzie - 18 - Studious medic Mike - 19 - Bug enthusiast Jessica - 29 - Animal Hater Patricia - 6 - Stowaway Derrick - 52 - Stone-faced Captain Sally - 78 - Veteran Survivor Frida - 31 - Florist Norman - 29 - Seismologist Reggie - 22 - Skittish Dayani - 32 - Headstrong Calico - 28 - Paranoid Haley - 34 - Bubbly Hugo - 21 - Playful Griffin - 22 - Defensive Engineer Killdane - 24 - Vigilant Polly - 27 - Clueless

I met them all in the office where our employer Jeb, who never physically appeared, rather spoke to us through the intercom in the wall, laid out in short, curt terms of what our goal was and the new tweaks to allow it. Afterwards we boarded our deluxe spacecraft, designed to fit all of us, food, extra storages for scrap and more. It was here we found our little stowaway Patricia, or Patty as we called her, who was Miss Sally’s granddaughter. We couldn’t drop her off due to the ship’s autopilot, so she stayed with us for the trip. God I wish she hadn’t.

Our first landing was one of the moons in the Experimentation cluster, and we faced no problem other than a few hisses of steam. We celebrated an easy trip and let our guards down, cracking jokes, partaking of some snacks. The real shit began when we landed on one of the moons in the Vow Cluster. Jessica, Frida, Calico, and Mike went out for the excursion. Along their way to the facility they had ran across a Baboon Hawk and the occasional Circuit Bee nest, complaining about it as they went inside, with Calico whimpering that they didn’t think this was going to be as easy this time around. I would have thought that this was going to be a fairly easy trip like the prior moon, but Calico’s screaming through the walkie-talkies proved otherwise. She had been devoured by a Thumper, the crunching of her bones in its jaws echoed through the small handheld device of ours; Miss Sally cupped Patty’s ears to prevent her from hearing it. Then things became worse as the remaining three were separated as they escaped. The Baboon Hawk from earlier had not forgotten about Jessica nor her complaints about her (or was she the one doing the complaining? She hated animals so I assumed so, either it doesn’t matter) because a pack swarmed her and pecked her to death. And on the topic of swarm, I had the misfortune to witness Mike get stung to death by the Circuit Bees. He tried to walk right by them but he was too encumbered, and we all had to hear him cry out in pain as he was shocked and stung to death; a shame for a young man whose family’s past involved beekeeping, it would’ve been an ironic laugh had he not perished. Frida came running past him, narrowly avoiding the bees. Tears were painted on her face, while fear was etched into her features. A loud booming thud was echoing across the ground, shaking the ship with each one. A Forest Keeper, or Guardian as they were often referred to as back at base. Frida tripped and fell prone, using her remaining strength to throw her lighter scrap into the ship’s loading bay before she was grabbed by the curious giant and bitten in half. Her screams still reverberated in my ears as her waist and legs crumpled to the ground. The keeper began to walk off and was tagged in by the bloodied horde of Baboon Hawks. The Circuit Bees I believe injected a kind of venom in Mike, as his skin began to bubble and he began to rise up again. Sally shut the door and Derrick started the ship and we flew off.

In a single moon we had lost four of our team, a near fifth of our numbers swallowed up in mere moments. Haley asked that we prepare a small memorial for them, but Derrick scorned her, chewing her out for being distracted from our main mission of the quota. We were falling behind and charged for their deaths. We silently resolved to do better at our next moon, which was in the Assurance cluster. Ozzie, Reggie, Griffin, and Adam went out to the dusty planet. Only two of them came back.

According to Ozzie, everything was fine until halfway through, where Bunker SPiders emerged and gave them chase. Griffin was getting into an argument with some Hoarding Bugs at the time, and the presence of the spiders initiated an aggression spike, so Griffin went down attempting to reclaim some of his stolen scrap. Adam and Reggie were defending Ozzie as he quickly moved some scrap outside the front entrance. Adam got injured but Reggie was overwhelmed, injected with some venom and rolled up. Ozzie says he would’ve gone back but that the webbing was pulsing, and he didn’t like the idea of what had become of Reggie. We had some casualties but some profit. Derrick wouldn’t let us recover Griffin’s body, and instead took off as soon as Adam and Ozzie stepped foot onto the ship. Speaking of the two, they seemed to kindle some type of romantic attraction, as they were staring deep into each other’s eyes as Ozzie tended to Adam’s wounds. Perhaps if we all survived they would have married…

Augh. My wounds are flaring up, so I will lump the next few moons into one. After we spent a “day” off moons for Adam, we then visited a moon from the Dine cluster and then one from Titan. I was a part of both scrap retrieval teams on those moons, adventuring with the likes of Sally, Dayani, Hugo, Haley, Ozzie, Adam, and myself (for both trips). On Dine we all had to hear Haley’s panic as she got cornered by a NutCracker, and hear the gunfire and subsequent splat as her chest was forcibly shot open by a shotgun. Dayani lost autonomy of her body as she was taken over by a Snare Flea. I still don’t know why some of them were being….transformed, i suppose, into new creatures or hybrids, but it doesn’t matter. No amount of intellectual curiosity will shake me from my sadness, for we still lost Dayani. As we were leaving the sound of metal halted Sally and I. She… she told me to go on without her. To make sure that Patty could survive this whole ordeal. We argued but eventually I complied and left the facility. I can only imagine that she slowly closed her eyes as the Coil Head removed her head from her body, and replaced it with that accursed spring. Explaining what happened to Patty was tough, and Derrick’s cold cynicism was NOT helping.

Hugo, Adam, Ozzie, and myself were at the Titan moon when our bad luck streak worsened. Ozzie and I stayed together and managed to deliver some scrap back to the ship a few times, and we had initially thought our luck had finally turned, but we could hear in our comms the accursed wind-up sound, and realized that Hugo wasn’t with us at the entrance. We began a small search for him, but the sudden stoppage of music made us fold, and we had to leave him behind. Outside we saw Patricia,playing around the railing. She jumped in happiness to see us, only for the railing to give way. I dove for her hand, but missed her by a few seconds. After that is a blur, but I do remember searching for her body as best as I could, screaming for her name before Derrick forcibly moved me into the ship and started it up. I had failed Sally. I had let a little girl perish. Ozzie tried to console me. It didn’t help but I lied and told him it did.

March had myself, Ozzie, and Adam exploring. When we entered the facility we split up to cover more ground and Adam was accosted by the Hygrodere. At this point I had grown to accept that this was a doomed mission. According to Ozzie, the slime reacted abnormally and created a tendril-like appendage and snipped Adam’s oxygen tube and began to enter it, filling him up. I pressed Ozzie for more details but his flushed face did paint a picture, especially based on our conversations nights prior about more personal matters. We tried to continue exploring, but Ozzie ran off, only mentioning in his comms, “I see him!”. Ozzie had confided in me that he was only an intern at the Company to recover his father, who went missing years prior. I was on the ship when Ozzie’s voice rang through our comms, “I found him! I found my lost dad! I’m bringing him back to the ship!”. Derrick grumbled but didn’t take off, and I watched with Norman to see Ozzie return. To my horror, he was walking back to the ship with the Bracken! The same creature that hated prolonged eye contact and snapped necks, yet here he was, hand held by Ozzie, who was leading him with a smile to the ship. I had heard rumors of there being the original Bracken who couldn;t disintegrate when killed, I wondered if this is who it was. After all it seemed to be way more in control then prior Brackens. But Derrick wasn’t thinking this, as he pulled the lever and started the ship. We tried to reverse it but couldn’t. Forever in my brain will be Ozzie’s shrinking face: Despair, hurt, hopelessness, anger, and fear.

A fight broke out as Norman clocked Derrick for abandoning Ozzie. It actually got intense, but we put that aside to do a run on an Offense moon. Killdane, Polly, and Norman did the run into the facility. Polly ran into a Spore Lizard and spooked it. Like normal, a cloud of pinkish spores covered her goggles and her coughing could be heard throughout the comms. I could hear the beep of the landmine, but she didn’t. She survived the blast, but not the turret she stumbled into. Killdane was taken down by a fake, one of the Masked. He fought it valiantly, but I was able to hear the blood being spat onto him as a new mask formed. As Norman left I could feel the rumblings of one of those fucking worms. Norman made a comment that he wished he could study the seismic activity here, and unfortunately his wish came true, as a Earth Leviathan erupted from the ground and swallowed him whole. I remember screaming his name from the ship’s balcony before I heard the growls from behind. I ran back inside and ducked into a corner. Derrick snapped at me for being a wuss before the Eyeless Dog that heard me snatched Derrick up and tore him in thirds. The dog walked to the entrance of the ship and laid down, forcing me to act carefully. I slowly reached for the control panel and initiated take off, pulling the stick back so that gravity would send the beast out. It worked, but the flailing dog swiped one of our fuel boosters and shit went down.

I survived the crash, which I believe now to be more of our curse. I have to laugh, how could I ever think we’d all be able to survive? We’d just be put down later on by the Company anyway. Now I dictate this from an unknown moon’s facility. I’m wounded from a turret and honestly losing hope. I have just enough energy to finish this, and then I will take a very, long, nap. To anyone who finds this, know that we did not die in vain. Our deaths and disappearances should change, bare minimum, how the Company runs things. Please remember us, please save yourselves, please find what we couldn’t. I have no time to explain our side goals, or go into the sanity pills debacle, but please use what I have left behind to survive. Please?

Now, this old man must take a nap. A spore lizard is sniffing me, and I think it either wants to share this sleep or nibble on me. This is the final log of Sigurd, signing out.

[ersatz-colubridae-888]

i also made this little doodle tonight. hello

[lethalcrew]

yeaaaa anyways. page one of a comic series that im absolutely NOT finishing in this style, so expect something more sketchy and less clean cause thiss took me 20 somthing hours and it was not fun. sorry for the bit of rushedness to this (proportions bein off n shading a lil weird) but as i said! wasnt fun drawing like this BUT THATS OKAY! i will be having fun with the rest of this in my other style :3

[artilite]

fuck you *lethal companies your in stars and time*

(long) exposition under cut (spoilers for ISAT + lethal company logs)

This au takes place around the time of sigurd's logs/before them (i haven't decided if Sigurd's crew exists here or not yet)!

Siffrin was someone who used to live on the Golden Planet before it got eaten. They may not remember anything beyond being found in an escape pod, but they're still paralyzed by fear when getting close to the selling window. He's always first in the facilities, making jumps, braving traps, and heading as deep as he can for scrap.

Mirabelle and Isabeau are the medic and fighter respectively, who both came from the same moon colony. They were both pressured into taking jobs by a work-based society, and applied for the company under the impression that it was a short, high-paying internship with nebulous risks.

Odile is their resident ship manager. She keeps a watchful eye over everyone and relays information about monsters, scrap, etc. In absolutely dire situations, she may come help with scrap. Despite claiming to be a first-timer, her badge says Leader??

Nille and Bonnie ended up with the crew after taking a chance to run away from their parents. Seeing a high-paying job that provided everything and would take them far away sounded too good to pass up. Nille lied about Bonnie's age to take them with her. After seeing the reality of this job, though, she regrets not finding another way out. Bonnie is permanently on ship-duty; they mainly type in whatever numbers Odile tells them. Nille is also a fighter, though she prefers the weighty stop sign as opposed to Isabeau's shovel.

Loop, after hundreds upon thousands of quotas, dying every possible death, learning everything they could- even the real identity of The Company- realizes there was one thing they've never done before. They've never died to The Company. Desperate for a way out, and haunted by the whispers and screams beyond the wall, they give themselves up. Maybe that would finally satisfy the monster- to have devoured every last piece of the Golden Planet. Maybe their crew could finally rest easy that way. Well, they didn't loop back. But through the dark and damp, there's static on the walkie talkie. Loop picks up, and hears their own voice just beyond the wall.

(Loop's design is the most different by far, since instead of consuming a star, they themselves are slowly getting digested. They're inspired by the visual of red crying faces from the logs :D)

[cookiecaker]

drawings of various people's sigurd designs so i can wave at you all and we can all be friends hi hi yes hello :-)

in left-right + up-down order:

@ninootny, @stickygumz, buddy on discord, @cardboardclownery, @ersatz-colubridae-88 (me), @85-rend, @lethalcrew, @computood, and @timedyne! hope you all enjoy :-)

transparent versions under the cut:

[85-rend]

hi my pictures for you :-) i love your sigid he's awesome (id put more detail into it but it's midnight and i'm sleepy) i hope you enjoy

WAJHBGDSAJHG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH OH MY GOD YES YES !!!!!!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME OH MY GOD!!!!!!! GOING INSANE GOING INSANE !!!!!!!!!!

[timedyne]

brand new blorbo just dropped!!!!! (he has no canon design, his only appearance is in the hidden logs that he wrote himself, he definitely died a horrific death in space thousands of miles away from the home he so desperately wanted to go back to, and if he was still alive today he would be older than my own grandfather)