#revive abby to her face lol
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Ok did some fact checking and yeah unless I missed smth outside of Wendy, Walter is the character who refers to Abigail by name the most! Which is absolutely delightful news for me, the number one Abigail Walter besties believer
#rat rambles#starve posting#wurt is in second place with her saying abby-gill twice đ#and the only other person who reffers to her by name is webber in his sisturn dialogue where he calls it a little abigail house#wait that reminds me I forgot to check some ppls sisturn dialogue but I did word search abigiail and abby on everyone's pages#so unless wurt mentions her no one else should have brough her up? lemme go check wurt tho#ok no other abby-gill mentions#anyways back to walter even outside of him actually reffering to her by name hes the only one that rly seems to like.#actually talk to her like a person?#like dont get me wrong other characters have talked to her instead of at her but walter is like. not being weird abt it.#he just talks to her casually like he would to any other person! and I love that so much!#hes even like the only one who seems to recognize her flower as her#ok well wormwood does too weirdly enough#but I dont think anyone else properly does? wortox might tho its just kinda unclear#but yeah walter has to treat abby like a person to make up for webber saying 'wendy would have been so happy if it worked' after failing to#revive abby to her face lol#I love webber so much but he is also like 10 so its unsurprising for him to be a bit too blunt sometimes
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Part 7! (next part is the finale đ)
Thank you to @starcatcherkiszkaâ for the fic idea and tolerating all the times Iâve tagged you in these fic posts lol :)Â
In case you want something to listen to while you read: â¨Summer of 69 Playlistâ¨
Note: Iâm so sorry Iâve been spamming everyone with this fic, Iâve been in a HUGE writing mood this weekend
Words: 4.4kÂ
Warnings: drinking, mentions of drugs, attempted fist fight, tomfoolery
Synopsis:Â Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks theyâre going to get up to.Â
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
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The rest of the night was a blissful blur. Creedence Clearwater Revivalâs set blew the four of them away, and they had the pleasure of watching from the front of the stage, in the audience with a bunch of stoned people who were jumping up and down to the beat. When Janis Joplin came out, Josh couldnât stop screaming, and he even caught a tambourine that she threw out into the crowd, of course after wrestling it away from a teenage girl. Freddie Stone spotted Jake during Sly and the Family Stoneâs performance and he motioned for him to join them all on stage. Josh and Danny whooped out in glee as Jake took a spot beside Gregg Errico on the drums and shook around a maraca like his life depended on it. Sam only refused to cheer because he was still butthurt over Jakeâs Joan Baez prank on him earlier. By the time The Who came on at 5am, Josh was appalled that he was still awake and invested in the music. The Who was definitely more of a band that Jake appreciated, but Josh had to admit that they sounded pretty good, and it was fun to watch Pete Townshend do his signature windmill move on the guitar that Jake had played the day before.Â
What wasnât as great was when Pete used the guitar to try and strike Abbie Hoffman, the activist, who had jumped on stage mid-set to yell about John Sinclairsâ 9 year sentence for marijuana possession. Josh had a split second where he contemplated running up to try and defend Abbie, but it was all over so fast, he didnât have any time to react. Jefferson Airplane closed things out at 8am the next day, and that was when the exhaustion caught up to everyone.Â
At the end of âThe House at Pooneil Corners,â Sam looked around at Jake, Josh, and Danny with heavy bags under his eyes.Â
âNo amount of drugs can keep me up for another second,â he said.Â
âHop on my back,â Danny offered, âIâll take you to Daveâs van so you can get some rest.âÂ
Like a line of zombies, they inched back to Daveâs van, but were pleasantly surprised to see him there, chatting with Janis Joplin. She was cradling a bottle of something in her hand, dressed in a long, oversized tie dye top with flowy pants, her long hair messy and wrapped around some of the beads hanging from her neck.Â
âHey,â Dave perked up at the sight of the guys. âI was just telling Janis about you.âÂ
âIâm sad I missed your show,â Janis gave them a toothy smile, extending a hand for all of them to shake. Jake was sure that he was doing a poor job hiding his shock. He was standing in front of one of the most exceptional vocalists of all time. âDave was telling me about your pipes,â she looked around at them, trying to figure out who the frontman was.��
âThanks,â Josh spoke up, his face red.Â
âPreserve that voice of yours,â Janisâs tone hardened for a second. âThatâs a gift youâve got.âÂ
âJanis is gonna be at the after party later today,â Dave shared. âWeâre all going to be meeting up at a nice restaurant a few miles up the road. Thereâs gonna be a pretty decent gap between sets after Joe Cocker finishes up, so weâll have enough time to mingle.â
âThat sounds great,â Jake said, looking around at Josh, Sam, and Danny to make sure that they were up for it. Danny was still staring at Janis Joplin, obviously having trouble comprehending that she was real. Sam nodded, though he still looked concerned about Joan Baez, and Josh gave a smile.Â
âI do need to sleep though,â Sam remembered. âI canât believe Iâm still standing upright.âÂ
âThe vanâs all yours,â Dave chuckled, motioning towards the open door. That was what Sam had been waiting for, since he kicked off his shoes and dove into the back of the van, finding his spot back under the massive pile of blankets. Danny finally snapped his head away from Janis and nodded towards where Sam had disappeared.Â
âI think Iâm gonna get a nap in,â he excused himself. âIt was nice to meet you,â he added, finally addressing Janis, who raised her drink up to him.Â
âKeep on rocking, Iâll see you later,â she promised. Danny nearly hit his head on the doorframe of the van because he was so thrown off guard by being in Janisâs presence. Jake wanted to continue talking with her and Dave, but he also knew they would be at the party later. Although Jake wasnât as open to announce it to the world like Sam, he was feeling pretty damn tired too.Â
âCatch you later,â he raised a hand to Janis and Dave, and swiftly made his exit into the van.Â
âTheyâre good kids,â he could hear Dave tell Janis behind him.Â
âTheyâre cute,â Janis chuckled.Â
Josh was right behind Jake and, after sliding the van door shut to engulf them in darkness, Jake nudged Josh in the side.Â
âThanks for sticking around,â he said just loudly enough for Josh to hear.Â
âVietnam or not, it is pretty cool being here,â Josh chuckled.Â
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They all could have slept a lot longer if Joe Cockerâs rendition of âWith A Little Help From My Friendsâ didnât make them spring out of the van. One thing Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny could all agree on was that it was one of the best covers made. They had to see it live.Â
In a mad rush, they sprinted down the field towards the stage and started to cheer loudly when they could just barely make out the ant-like figure that was Joe Cocker on stage, in his red, yellow, and purple tie dye shirt. While Josh and Sam swung back and forth to the music, Danny took a seat in the grass, leaned back on his elbows, and closed his eyes so he could be fully immersed in the music. Jake just stared onwards in awe. The recordings that he had grown up hearing of the cover were nothing in comparison to witnessing it live.Â
By the time Joe Cocker left the stage, Josh was disappointed. He and Sam had been having a field day dropping it low to the music, even if their dancing didnât quite match what everyone else in the crowd was doing.Â
âThat was great, wasnât it?â he nudged Danny in the side. Danny slowly opened his eyes and leaned his head back to look at Josh.Â
âIâm sad I slept through âFeelinâ Alright.��â
âThatâs what the concert DVD is for,â Josh joked.Â
âWe should find Dave,â Jake realized. âI have no clue how to get to that restaurant.âÂ
âI didnât see him when we left the van,â Sam shared. âBut I also wasnât really looking for him.âÂ
âIâll bet heâs by the stage,â Josh reasoned. They all looked ahead at the stage in the distance and released a collective groan. They had done a lot more walking than they were used to over the past three days. Jake was certain that he was getting in his 10,000 steps a day. If he had it on him, his Fitbit would have been so proud.Â
The walk was long but worthwhile, since they located Dave and he motioned towards a Ford Bronco that was parked in the dirt by the front entrance.Â
âIâll have one of my guys drive you over there,â he said like it was no problem. âItâs a short trip.âÂ
âWeâre in no rush,â Jake lied. He needed to eat something filling soon, or else he was going to have to resort to gnawing on sticks and pieces of cardboard.Â
It was a pleasant surprise that they were apparently receiving star treatment, since one of the stagehands hurried to their side, some cords still in his hands, and nodded towards the car.Â
âReady to head out?âÂ
âYup,â they all replied.Â
Compared to the first day when they walked into the venue, the roads were a bit more clear, but it was still shocking to see how many cars had been abandoned on the side of the road. Danny frowned when he saw that some of the cars had their windows broken in. Some people loitered around, grouping in the shade for cover from the sun, and watched as the car drove past.Â
âDave reserved the restaurant,â the stagehand shared. âIâm not sure how great the food is, itâs all locals running things out here who arenât used to big crowds, but it probably wonât give you food poisoning.âÂ
âThatâs a relief?â Josh had to laugh in response.Â
âIt better not give me food poisoning,â Sam grumbled.Â
The stagehand pulled into the parking lot of a small diner that looked straight out of the 1950s. Jake whistled at the sight of it and immediately knew that he was about to have a really, really good milkshake.Â
âI like that Dave considers this a nice place,â Josh observed after they hopped out of the car.Â
âIt is a nice place, compared to what weâve been eating recently,â Danny said. Like Jake, Danny was growing really tired of eating essentially bird food. He was ready to move on to bigger and better things, like a good old greasy hamburger.Â
They strolled through the front doors and, even though they had spent time around all of their idols all weekend, it was still jarring to see them crowded into one place. Jake couldnât help but let out a gasp when he saw Pete Townshend and Keith Moon standing in the corner of the diner, stationed next to the jukebox, trying to smoke multiple cigarettes at once. Jerry Garcia was laying on the diner counter, popping maraschino cherries into his mouth like candy. A few members from Jefferson Airplane were crowded into one of the booths, silently digging into a massive plate of fries. While Jake was starstruck by the members of The Who, Sam felt his hands start to shake in excitement when he spotted Neil Young, Stephen Stills, David Crosby, and Graham Nash lounging on the counter stools. He started to levitate towards them, but abruptly stopped when he saw that Joan Baez was sitting with them.Â
âShit,â Sam grunted when he saw that Joan was looking in his direction.Â
Hey!â she called to him. Sam tried to hide his face, but Danny nudged him forward.Â
âJust be normal,â he tried to coach Sam. âIâm sure she doesnât care that you missed her show.âÂ
Sam huffed but nodded because he knew that Danny was telling the truth.Â
âHey!â he replied back to Joan, waving an arm around with a bit too much force, so he nearly whacked Country Joe McDonald in the head. Joan motioned for him to join her and the CSNY guys, and he jogged to her side.Â
âHave you met Neil, Stephen, David, and Graham?â she asked Sam. Samâs mouth was hung open.Â
âSeems like he recognizes us,â Stephen said with a grin. âI donât think Iâve ever seen someone look at us like that before. Does this mean weâve made it, Neil?âÂ
âI sure hope so,â Neil joined in the laughter. âMaybe Iâll be able to pay off the mortgage on my house soon.âÂ
âDonât get your hopes up,â Graham chuckled. Sam started to nervously laugh with them.Â
âSo do you play with anyone? Whatâs your instrument?â Stephen focused his attention back on Sam. Joan luckily swooped in and saved Sam from utter embarrassment since he had suddenly forgotten how to speak English in his moment of panic.Â
âHe does keys and bass for this new group, called JJ and the Salty Dogs,â Joan shared. âThey put on a stellar performance Friday night. It was hard to go out there after them.âÂ
Sam winced at the thought that he had missed Joan Baezâs set.Â
âHalf the audience was asleep by the time I went out,â Joan continued. âI donât think I have the heaviest music to keep everyone awake, I probably should have been one of the first people out there but it is what it is, I guess.âÂ
âHey, you closed out the first day, thatâs pretty huge,â Neil raised a glass up to Joan with a smile. âYou deserve to be at the top of the bill, youâve been working hard for it.âÂ
One of the diner employees approached their group with a pen and notepad in hand.Â
âIâll have a vanilla malt,â Sam finally found his words again. It was amazing what he could do when he was starving. âDo you have any non-meat items?âÂ
âNon-meat?â the employee cocked his head to the side. âLike a salad?âÂ
âThatâll do,â Sam sighed. âAnd Iâll take some fries too.âÂ
Since he had found his words again, he decided to lean on the counter, right by Jerry Garciaâs bare feet, and strike a conversation with some of his favorite musicians. He had to know what their process was behind writing âSuite: Judy Blue Eyes.âÂ
Back at the front entrance, Danny, Jake, and Josh were still huddling close to each other, unsure what to do. They were caught in a situation none of them could have ever dreamed of: everyone in that diner had, in some way or another, been an influence on their music. Jake watched as Pete Townshend and Keith Moon put their cigarettes out and turned their attention to the jukebox. Keith fished a few coins out of his pocket and slid them into the slot so he could flip through the song options. He finally settled on Henry Manciniâs âLove Theme from Romeo and Julietâ and started to waltz around the diner while humming along. Roger Daltry entered the restaurant and stood beside Josh, Jake, and Danny, trying to search for his bandmates when Keith whisked him away, twirling him around a few times.Â
âQuit it!â Roger called out, but Keith was in no mood to stop. Behind them, Pete was cackling loudly.Â
While Jake was watching the chaotic scene unfold in front of them, Josh was distracted because he was trying to find Robbie Robertson, from The Band. Out of all the people on the Woodstock lineup that he hadnât met yet, he most wanted to pick Robbieâs brain apart since he was, in Joshâs opinion, one of the best songwriters and storytellers of the time. He perked up when he saw Robbie standing at the far end of the counter, cradling a beer, and rushed to his side, leaving Jake and Danny behind.Â
Keith had finally stopped spinning Roger in circles, and the members of The Who, including John Entwistle, who had just come in, settled into a booth so they could steal fries from Jefferson Airplane.Â
âWe should talk to them,â Jake whispered to Danny, motioning towards The Who.Â
âThey kind of scare me,â Danny admitted. âPlus I heard Peteâs a dickhead.â
âOnly one way to find out,â Jake said, dragging Danny behind him.Â
âWhy donât we try to talk to Ten Years After instead?â Danny tried to negotiate with Jake, but stopped when he realized that they were standing in front of The Whoâs booth. Jake wasnât really sure what the best way was to make a first impression with them, so he decided to snatch a french fry out of Johnâs hand and shove it in his mouth.Â
âWho are you?â Peteâs voice raised. Danny turned on his heel to run away, but Jake held him firmly in place while he swallowed down the french fry.Â
âWe played on Friday,â Jake answered, hoping he sounded a lot more confident than he felt. âWeâre called Greta Van - fuck - JJ and the Salty Dogs.âÂ
âLong band name,â Keith nodded in appreciation.Â
âIâve never heard of you,â Pete retorted.Â
âHey, I think I saw a picture of your performance,â Roger spoke up. âThis guy plays a guitar that looks exactly like yours, Pete,â he added, motioning in Jakeâs direction.Â
âWhat are the odds of that?â Jake nervously chuckled. He really hoped that it wasnât obvious from the picture that he really was playing Peteâs guitar. He could only imagine what Pete would do to him if he found out so, at that moment, Jake decided it was probably safest that he get some distance between them. âWell, nice to meet you,â Jake excused himself, hustling away and leaving Danny in the dust. Danny stared down at the members of The Who in fear.Â
âTake a seat,â Keith scooted over on the vinyl seat and patted it. âWe donât bite.âÂ
âOh god,â Danny whispered.Â
Across the diner, Josh had moved on from Robbie Robertson to join Sam, Joan Baez, and the members of CSNY. Robbie had been kind to him, but Josh quickly found that he wasnât really in the mood to talk music, and rather preferred to people-watch while working away at his beer. Sam was engaged in a deep conversation with Stephen Stills about harmonies when Josh came over and extended a hand for Stephen to shake.Â
âPleasure to meet you,â Josh flashed his pearly whites.Â
âThis your brother?â Stephen checked in with Sam, who nodded.Â
âIâve heard a lot about your voice, dude. Everyoneâs been raving about it, I keep hearing that itâs outtasight.âÂ
âI donât know about that,â Josh blushed and raked a hand through his hair.Â
âIâm hoping my voice holds up tonight,â Stephen looked between Sam and Josh. âItâs our second time performing live, so the nerves are pretty bad.âÂ
âYouâre gonna be fine,â Sam assured him. He knew for a fact that he was going to be fine: he had grown up listening to the CSNY Woodstock performance on CD, and it was one of his favorite albums of all time. âYouâve got nothing to worry about.âÂ
A loud commotion came from the back of the diner and they all turned around to find its source. Upon closer inspection, Sam and Josh realized that Danny was standing on top of one of the boothâs tables with Keith Moon, jousting back and forth with two floppy french fries.Â
âWhat the hell?â Josh couldnât help but sputter.Â
âHe one of yours?â Stephen smirked, nodding in Dannyâs direction. âKeith will bring out the worst in people. But, if you ask him, heâll insist itâs the best. He convinced David to crash a car into a snowbank once.âÂ
âBest night of my life,â David leaned over to interject.Â
âShould we tell him to stop?â Josh asked Sam. Sam watched his best friend cackle with glee as he pretended to shank Keith Moon, and shook his head.Â
âLet him have his fun.âÂ
While Josh, Sam, and Danny all socialized, Jake had been hiding in the bathroom, where he thought he was safe from the wrath of Pete Townshend. He could only hide for so long though since his stomach was literally starting to ingest himself, so he tried to convince himself that he would be okay, and then powered out of the bathroom stall to find a waiter. Right outside the bathroom door, he ran into Michael Shrieve, from Santana, and Joe Cocker, and nearly screamed in surprise.Â
âWe saw you talking to The Who guys,â Michael gave Jake a knowing look.Â
âTalk about a lot of energy,â Joe Cocker blew out. âIâm too old for that shit.â
âYouâre twenty-five,â Michael turned to Joe.Â
âFucking ancient,â Joe continued.Â
âI tried talking to them a bit earlier,â Michael shared. âPete called me a punkass bitch for literally no reason at all. I just told him that I thought Tommy was a really great album.âÂ
âHeâs got quite the, uh, personality,â Jake tried to think of an acceptable response.Â
âDonât let it get to you,â Joe Cocker patted him on the back. âAll the other guys here are for the most part cool. Jerry Garciaâs a fun guy if you can actually catch him while heâs conscious.âÂ
They all looked at Jerry, who had fallen asleep on top of the counter, and was unleashing window-rattling snores. Edgar Winter was leaning over him, trying to balance as many cherries as he could on his forehead.Â
âThanks, guys,â Jake looked between them. âItâs hard to put into words how exciting it is to be here with everyone.â His stomach let out a loud groan and Jake cleared his throat. âWeâll have to talk more later, but I need to get some food in me before I combust.âÂ
âYeah, donât do that,â Michael laughed, waving Jake away.Â
Jake hurried to the counter, next to where Josh and Sam were standing, and tried to catch the attention of one of the chefs who was working in the back. He looked up from the burger he was grilling and held up a finger for Jake to wait a second. Jake wasnât sure he could last that long, so he grabbed a handful of Samâs salad that he had gotten halfway through and shoved it into his mouth. For what it was worth, it was probably the best thing Jake had eaten since they got to 1969. It took everything within him to not groan out in satisfaction.Â
âThere you are,â Josh turned around to face Jake. âI was wondering where you had disappeared off to.âÂ
âBathroom,â Jake replied. He didnât want to extrapolate on that any further.Â
Danny and Keith Moonâs french fry battle had escalated to an all-out war as they armed themselves with paper plates as shields, and Keith was wearing an empty tray on his head like a helmet. The table was no longer enough for them, since they had hopped down and were navigating around the busy diner, whacking each other back and forth with the french fries. Dannyâs french fry broke in half upon impact on Keithâs shoulder, and Keith took the opportunity to roar and tackle Danny, sending him flying over the counter, right past Jake, Josh, and Sam. Before they could worry that Danny had gotten seriously injured, Danny sprung back up with a whoop and brushed himself off.Â
âI thought this was a no-contact sport!â He called to Keith.Â
âI donât know where you heard that from,â Keith replied with a cheeky grin.
Jake watched the two drummers rough house with his mouth hung open. He must have missed a lot while he was hiding in the bathroom if Danny was apparently suddenly buddies with the powderkeg of a drummer from The Who.Â
âDanny becoming friends with Keith Moon, thereâs another thing I didnât have on my time travel bingo card,â Sam mused between sips of his vanilla malt.Â
âYour time travel what?â Stephen raised an eyebrow. Sam started to choke at the realization that he had let their time travel slip. While Jake slapped him on the back to help him clear his windpipe, he noticed that Pete Townshend was booking it towards him, and he didnât look happy.Â
âOh fuck,â Jake muttered.Â
âHey!â Pete barked at him as he abruptly stopped inches in front of Jakeâs face.Â
âYou were playing my guitar on Friday night!âÂ
âUh oh,â Josh whispered beside Jake, taking a step out of the way so he wasnât in the line of fire.Â
Jake hated that he couldnât think of a single thing to say to Pete Townshend, and instead started to nervously chuckle. That was the wrong move, since Pete grabbed Jake's Sgt. Pepper jacket and lifted him a few inches off the ground.Â
âNo one touches my Gibson,â Pete snarled.Â
âSounds like he did though,â Neil cut in, sounding relatively uninterested in the drama Pete was trying to stir. âWhatâs done is done, dude.âÂ
That wasnât enough to calm Pete down.Â
âYouâre coming outside with me,â he told Jake, and before Josh or Sam could stop him, he started to drag Jake to the front door. Jake kind of just hung lip in his grasp, in a daze from everything that was happening. He couldnât believe he was about to get his ass handed to him by the lead guitarist of The Who. Talk about a doozy.Â
âHey, whatâs going on?â Sly Stone called to Pete. âLet the kid go.âÂ
Pete ignored him and brought Jake out into the parking lot and threw him on the hot pavement. All of the musicians who had been lounging inside of the diner came hurrying out to see what was going on. Josh and Sam tried to push to the front of the pack so they could try and stop whatever Pete was about to do.Â
âGet up and fight,â Pete ordered down to Jake. Jake looked up at him from the ground and considered his chances. Pete was a bit out of his weight class, so it wasnât really an even match. Jake could picture himself being carted out of the fight on a stretcher, both of his eyes bruised and his face bloody. That wasnât really how he wanted to spend his Sunday.Â
Jake slowly picked himself up, and he could hear Josh and Samâs muffled voices screaming at them to stop over the buzzing in his ears. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Danny and Keith were hurrying to them, Danny waving his arms for Pete to calm down, and Keith hollering that they pound each othersâ faces in.Â
It all happened so fast. With Jake back upright, Pete threw a quick punch towards his head, which Jake somehow managed to dodge. As Pete wound up another fist to hurtle in his direction, Jake hopped out of the way and, while he still had some momentum, he started to book it out of the parking lot, pumping his arms as fast as he could. The Woodstock musicians cheered as they watched Jake sprint down the county road and out of sight. Josh, Sam, and Danny gaped in disbelief. Pete looked like he was contemplating chasing after Jake, but he eventually dropped his fist back down to his side and shook his head.Â
âWhat a joke,â he grumbled. Heâd have to find someone else to fight to unleash his daily testosterone build up. He didnât like how the bassist from Blood, Sweat, & Tears had looked at him earlier: he could pound his face in.Â
As the crowd dispersed, Danny came up to Sam and Josh with a frown.Â
âWe should probably find Jake, huh?âÂ
âI wouldnât be surprised if he ran all the way back to the festival grounds so he could hide in Daveâs van,â Josh replied. âBut yeah, we should figure out where he went.âÂ
So the three gave the diner one last look and then started to walk down the road after Jake, discussing the odds that he would have hypothetically beat Pete in a fist fight. They were all in agreement that his chances werenât great.
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my timeline of thoughts during my tlou 2 play through (bad and good and maybe even some silly) just let me vent because i canât stop thinking about it tbh
- i was away from the internet for months because i didnât want to be spoiled for anything, so when i started to play i had only the deceitful trailers to go by
- the beginning felt pretty normal for the last of us. they started you in the town and then on patrol for your hour of tutorial basically. i also remember thinking the recap of the first game was so nice because i liked seeing their younger selves in the new graphics
- abby was introduced, and like i said i had no clue what was going on because i had not been spoiled so my mind was going a mile a minute on wtf abby and co. were up to. when they spotted jackson my initial thought was maybe they do want joel and they will be the main antagonists? joel and ellie will have to fight them??? but because of the trailers, death of any sort wasnât on my mind.
- i also had a very odd and pure hatred for owenâs voice, lol. i donât know what it was but omg from the moment he spoke till his last breath i would always be like âwhy is he speaking like that??â in the back of my head.
- that scene happened. iâm a crier iâll admit, but this was something else. I felt shocked, nauseous, numb. I donât think I actually even cried till I saw the tombstone i was so taken aback by the way they went about this. I donât care if they are fictional characters. It has been 7 years since the first game came out and almost 5 years that they released the first trailer for part 2. I did not wait this long, excited to see two of the most important characters to me in such realistic graphics get their fucking head caved in. at the very very least a fade to black and then to the tombstone would have gotten the same reaction you wanted from me, but it would have been done in a way less cruel way.
- i took about a 3 hour break. i could not get that image out of my head and it was really starting to upset me more then any media should. i donât care or want to hear about any walking dead or apocalypse setting trope. it will never be edgy, deep, or meaningful to kill a favorite character in that manner. I want to state that again. In that manner. If they had killed joel in a more tactful way I could have possibly liked the game more.
-i remember thinking it felt forced. like the creators wanted this narrative so badly they seemed to go through hoops and hurdles to get there. there was a random horde that seemed to disappear as quick as it came, abby just gets lucky and has joel and tommy save her and then they go straight to the lions den? would joel from the first game be so quick to do that? Wait was she 100% sure just from two peoples names this was the guy she wanted? Ellie gets there just in time to see the final blow and then the others only get there just in time to miss everything and not be able to help? Whats going on??? This feels too structured and not genuine??Â
- going into his house was just as painful. iâm sorry but iâm going to bring this back up a lot-Â Â if they would had just killed him in a more tactful manner i would have praised the way these little scenes were done. grabbing his watch, ellie smelling his clothes, seeing the pictures of sara and ellie, looking at his workshop and seeing how well he can carve! I couldnât appreciate it the way I wanted to because I couldnât get that image out of my head. i was literally bawling the entire time.Â
-REVENGE TIME BEGINS:
+so the first scene was set: ellie wanted to go to seattle for revenge, dina was going to go with her, and tommy had already left. I remember having two thoughts here
 +âplease tell me its going to be more then ellie just going on a revenge spree and then at the end she doesnât kill abby because morals / murder is bad / not everything is black and white kind of tropes.âÂ
 +and âi have a wild feeling tommys gonna be like the only person that makes it out alive. he did it in the first game somehow hes gonna weasel his way free in this one.â
-ELLIES SEGMENTS:
+the graphics are amazing the sceneries are some of the most beautiful i have seen in a game. and it didnât stop there. every area was amazing. I think most can agree to this.Â
+i was determined, no matter what else the game threw at me i was going to see it through to the end and try very hard to visualize it the way the creators wanted it to be visualized. even if i didnât agree or didnât like parts, i figured hey the first game was so good this has to revive itself.
+i really liked the gameplay, it was a finer tuned version of the first game. i also liked the idea of the map and how it actively showed you different locations and crossed them out when you were done. but in the back of my head i was thinking âwow this would have all been so neat in the first gameâ. I shouldnât be thinking about the first game. I should be enjoying this one.
+i was getting concerned none of the new characters were getting as much character development and love as some of the characters in the first one. I liked dina a lot, and by the very end of the game she did feel pretty rounded out (i especially liked her in the farm segment) but the beginning and middle seemed almost more focused on âthis is ellies girlfriendâ instead of âthis is dinaâ. I felt the same with jesse. I liked him but nothing stood out as much as it could and should have. I got more from tess in the short amount of time she was in the first game.
+there were certain segments that felt way more horror like and scary then in the first game and I loved them a lot. The new enemy (shambler) was cool and the settings where they used red lighting looked amazing. I also really loved the new take on stalkers. They were way harder to find and I found myself on edge to get jumped by one during those sections. They funny enough reminded me of dead space stalkers and i thought they were an improvement from the first games.
+at this point i pretty much understood what the creators were going for plot wise, but i personally just didnât think it was needed. 1) iâm confident the majority of hardcore last of us fans already understand the concept of how every character can be good and bad and that not everything is black and white. we didnât need to see one beloved character die horribly and the other be in that much pain and lose herself to understand that. 2) did we not pretty much already cover this concept in the first game? but....better? you remember...the ending?
- ELLIES FLASHBACKS:
+ of course I enjoyed them. its what i needed from a sequel. its what the whole game should have been, at least for me personally. the birthday flashback was the highlight of the entire game. i needed it so badly after the mind numbing, emotionally exhausting, weird out of place plot was putting me through. I was glad to finally see how ellie felt about the ending of the first game. but trying to crunch all that in 4 cutscenes? I just donât feel like it was enough. you basically gave me one scene per year of joel and ellies relationship and you felt like that was enough to let me digest almost 5 years they spent in jackson?
- ABBYS SECTIONS:
+call me an optimist or maybe just stupid iâm not sure but when it rolled over and said âhey take over and check out the life of joelâs killerâ my first thought was okay so i was right they want a âânothing is black and whiteââ narrative but maybe doing it this way will be new and fresh? I can get through this and enjoy it? .... Its just not a fully possible reality and how could it be? had it been the first game in the series maybe it would had worked, but of course no matter how hard I tried I just felt disassociated from abby because I was already close to joel and ellie. I understood her reasons. I understood the narrative you were going for. I understood the damn parallels. Iâm not an evil person that would just laugh about what happened to her dad, but how can you not understand as writers that a huge majority might be able to understand it, but still wonât be able to enjoy it. It felt so pushed and shoved into my face that I couldnât enjoy it if i wanted to because the game just kept screaming âLOOK AT THE PARALLELS THO!!!â
+abbys dad seemed forced and out of place too. when abby and co. first killed joel i didnât even think fireflies tbh. I thought it was something he did before he met ellie, or something he did during the 5 years in jackson. like yeah i got it, its not the worse backstory in the world but when put in context to the first game it just doesnât make sense to me to use as the narrative you want to portray in the second game. maybe iâm nitpicking here but from all the personal notes and all the tapes you can read and listen to about the fireflies in the first game it makes it hard to believe the majority of fans would care for the second games narrative at all. they already made their decisions. it at the very least just seems like bad salesmanship? but maybe they already knew that and thats why the trailers were all lies? (just my thoughts at the time remember)Â
+and oh god was the character development even worse for abbys friends. at least they tried to give abby a rounded character development that mirrored ellies but if you think ellies friends barely got character development, abbys friends got almost zero. I didnât care about a single one. they felt so flimsy and husk like. âthis is the boy she likesâ âthis is a medic friendâ âthis guy likes sex alotâ âthis is dog, so of course you like dogâ
+I mean its great everyone was able to be so different. abby is muscular, ellie is a lesbian, there were many poc, dina is jewish, they brought in a trans character....but how can i enjoy any of it when more than half of these characters felt put in just to be there instead of well rounded characters you can appreciate for good or bad?
+the sex scene with her and owen was the scene where i personally felt myself giving up. it felt so much like this game wanted to be an HBO classic instead of just a video game that i felt myself detaching even more. (also whats up with owens voice??? lol)
+GROUND ZERO was a very good chapter. That shit was spooky in all the good ways, it felt a lot like dead space with the plastic everywhere, THE BIG ASS MONSTER HAD ME ON MY KNEES. The chase scene up to the actual boss fight was A+. Here is the one catch though - I forgot I was playing as abby. It felt more like just playing first person. Not a character at all. I donât think that is how you want your game to be played, and no it wasnât my intention.Â
+I wish yara and lev had gotten more screen time. the game was so focused on the abby vs ellie thing and shoving it down your throat that most the side characters got washed out, these two included. Their story was interesting and it would had been nice to see more of them instead of whatever the weird love triangle abby had going on with her two friends I couldnât care less about. (i stg chances were given, but as i previously stated they felt more like husks of characters then fully rounded ones.)
+getting hunted by tommy was actually a pretty cool highlight of the game for me. and even for a narrative i didnât personally like it was a good idea to do! it reminded me of the sniper section (but holy hell tommys a better shot lol) and davidâs hide and seek section in the first game which i thought was very well done.Â
+this is when i went âoh maybe i was wrong, tommys gonna die. i give him a 20% chance of survival now that abby saw his face
-THEATER TIME
+why in the all out hell would you ever think it would be a good idea to tell the player to go after ellie? no matter what narrative? lmao. I died here the most literally for the soul fact i was scared there might be some kind of choice so i wouldnât mash QTEs as fast as i normally would. and when i found out no, you just gotta power through it i literally found myself going through this 10 minute segment going âbut i donât want to do thisâ, âi really dont want to do thisâ, âdo i have to do this?â âwhy do i gotta do this?â and yes i still understood your narrative but it doesnât matter. it was just awkward.Â
+This is where personally I would have put the cali segment if I really wanted to go with a narrative I still say didnât need to happen because we already went through it in the first game, and then the happy farm bit at the end.Â
-FARM
+i felt the game was going on too long and i was literally screaming at my screen to just end my suffering when i realized there was more after seattle. adding the extra PTSD scene just felt like an added fuck you towards the fans. I said it once, Iâll say it 1000x that scene with joel was seared into my brain already. I didnât need that literal jumpscare. I already knew what ellie was going through dammit I was going through it with her! Let the girl and me for that matter have a bit of happiness after what you put us through!
+holy hell tommy fucking lived. he fucking lived. that mother fucker. hes the new telltales kenny.Â
-SANTA BARBARA
+I said previously this section should have some how been merged into the seattle ending. I couldnât tell you how honestly, but keeping it dragging like they did was so emotionally draining. it didnât give me any feeling but more sadness and torment for a favorite character that didnât deserve this kind of treatment. ellie looked so skinny and sad here. and i feel like it was what the creators were going for? because abby ended up looking just as sad looking. The ending fight was so sad and pathetic. I felt bad for both of them and that is what the creators wanted right? but at what cost? most of your fans, if they even managed to play this far, so emotionally drained and tired that they end up hating the game or not wanting to play it again?Â
-ENDING
+so how do i feel now that i finished it? overall there were more cons than pros for me. as i said numerous times before this narrative is not new, this narrative was not needed. this narrative definitely shouldnât have been lied about through trailers. this narrative was basically done better in the first game anyways. the ending did not give me âsad but hopefulâ. it just left me empty and depressed. I donât see myself playing this game ever again.Â
+If anyone was able to enjoy it Iâm truly happy you were able to and these were all just my personal thoughts and opinions while playing the game. I donât hate anyone that liked it, I donât even hate abby. I just personally hate they wrote a narrative that felt so forced down your throat in all the wrong ways. I hate that I wasnât ready for that joel scene because it still hurts to think about. I hate thinking about how sad ellie looked and how they were both treated. It just wasnât healthy for me tbh is the best way I can put it.Â
#the last of us#tlou#tlou spoilers#the last of us spoilers#holy shit this is long i'm sorry#not that anyone will read it lol#but its just nice to write sht down sometimes#anti tlou2
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