#steam prison a new theory

[englishotomegames]

Steam Prison: Beyond the Steam (スチームプリズン -Beyond the Steam-)

Release date (Windows, Steam, Nintendo Switch) Japanese, English and Chinese: November 28th, 2024

"The Heights are a gorgeous utopia. The Depths, a filthy industrial wasteland. Our heroine, raised in the Heights, has nothing but contempt for those below. Now an observation mission requires her to descend into that world, and the gears of fate have begun to turn.

This story takes place two years after the 'Grand Ending' from the original Steam Prison. While riding the 'buggy' invented by the engineer (and information broker) Ulrik, our party arrives in the new land of Cainabel, where they meet a pair of kings. The story unfolds from there.

The stories of Ulrik, Adage, and Fin take place alongside the younger king Jevite in this strange land. Meanwhile Eltcreed, Ines, and Yune clear the way to Cainabel's future with the elder king Jereme. You can enjoy this episode and its endings from two points of view, depending on which party member the heroine travels with.

This release also includes an additional story titled A New Theory.

In A New Theory, our heroine must confront the injustice of her world. She makes contact with the HOUNDS in order to clear her name, and decides to forge a new path for herself..."

This is the fandisc for Steam Prison! You can buy it from MangaGamer here, from Steam here, or for Nintendo Switch here.

[youmadefaileddish]

So I was searching for images of Sachsen Brandenburg because I unapologetically simp for this walking red flag factory hot trash man and I found a body pillow of him and my goodness the artist very considerately depicted his prominent bulge and muscular thighs and now I'm so fucking dead

Image source

[aiysan2]

Tsukkishima x afab reader smut

When Tsukkishima finds out from his bestfriend that his girlfriend is cheating and does something about it

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dirty talk, ass and clit spanking, overstimulation, strangling and restraints. There might be more that I've forgot

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He knew you tried to fuck his best friend. He knew you used your skills of seduction on Yamaguchi. He also knew you tried it with his nemesis Tobio Kageyama, that one pissed him off more than he thought.

He was hurt, very, but couldn't find it within himself to break up with you. It devastated him, the love he held within his chest withheld him from making rational decisions.

He thought to himself what could be the reason? It had to be sex right? what other reason does she have to go for Kageyama as one of her assignments?

He thought that you liked how gentle he was with you, treating you like you were easy to break, too fragile for any rough play, for any force, despite the fact he would've loved to use it.

He could've sworn that women prefer passion, to rough fucking.

It seemed that theory had to be tested.

He entered your home, after sitting in his car for hours contemplating life. He knocked on the door a few times waiting for you to answer, nerves crawled up his body from his toes and seeped into his chest.

What if he broke down when he saw you?

What if he cursed you out and couldn't do what he needed?

All these thoughts clouded his head as he waited in the cold night for you to open your door.

"Sorry, I was in the shower I didn't hear- Oh Tsukki!" You exclaimed. The robe wrapped around your body was small. It covered your stomach but that was about it. The flesh of your thighs tinted pink from the steam of your shower, the bottom of your plump ass peeking through the white fabric, your breast desperately trying to escape the prison of the cotton failing to hide your nipples.

Your surprise showed that you weren't expecting him at all, meaning you were going to whore yourself out to whoever showed up, he knew you were naive but you were smart enough not to come to the door looking like that.

He didn't need to worry about cursing you out anymore. Instead, his attention was on the raging boner that had swelled up in his pants.

" You didn't come to my match today." He stated, keeping his eyes on your face and only your face

"That was today! Sorry, I was busy."

Yeh busy trying to fuck my best friend.

"It's ok, can I come in?" He asked. She opened the door wider allowing him to walk in front of her.

He entered the living room, her following after. He looked around nothing had changed since he was last here, he liked that he didn't want anything to be out of place for the scenario he had just imagined in his head.

"I'm gonna get dressed real quick." You yelled about to go upstairs, getting stopped by your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

"Wait, you don't have to just come here."

You obliged why wouldn't you listen to your handsome boyfriend? You took his command as him trying to initiate sex, Sitting up on the sofa next to him with one arm leaning over his neck.

As usual, he led with a kiss, you had one too many times led and misinterpreted his signals so would wait for him to initiate since you were always ready for sex.

His soft lips pressed against your neck tickling you with smallish pecks that caused your body to grow in arousal at high speeds, you couldn't contain small quiet and sexy moans that wanted to escape from her mouth.

"Can I try something new with you?" Tsukki asked his jaw clenched in what she thought was horniness but he knew as anger.

"Yeah, sure."

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His fingers attacked your abused pussy again, he refused to get his cock out for a hungry whore like you. His slender digits pushed in and out of you in a rushed manner although you relished in the stinging pain, you were a masochist why else did you try to fuck Kageyama.

Your cunt felt red, hot and raw he wasn't going to slow down, you could tell. Looking at the mirror in front of the two of you, you could see a look that would tell anyone that your boyfriend was mad, really mad.

Your clit was red and puffy from the number of times he had slapped you whenever you made those cute little sounds, he hated the fact you were going to let another man hear that. You looked up at him from his lap, looking directly at him scared you, he hadn't had that look on his face before, like a festering beast raging within him.

His large hands held your jaw, forcefully facing you towards the mirror, "Who the fuck told you to look away huh?" His hand tapped the side of your already flushed face, instigating a prolonged moan from you, quickly biting your lip to shut yourself up.

Pulling his fingers out of you he stood up, placing you on the ground he leaned his body against the coach sitting in what looked like a comfortable position. Your arousal dripped onto the floor, the nipples on your naked breasts were erect and your eyes showed you were tired, yet you didn't take your eyes off the man in front of you he looked really angry.

Using his finger, he called you over. You crawled over at a painfully slow pace, you didn't know what he wanted to do next, what you didn't expect was for him to remove his belt and loop it around your neck.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled down his boxers, revealing the aggressively red appendage, dripping in precum. He was as impatient and horny as you were.

He tugged on the belt pulling your head forward, into his dick. "Open your mouth!" The back of his hand prompted your face followed by his cock. Unlike the usual Tsukki you knew who would let you take his length into your mouth at your own time, this Tsukki forcefully pushed your head down.

Your throat made such a pathetic noise you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at you like you were filth and strangely enough, it turned you on. Your fingers made their way to your clit to start rubbing.

The belt around your neck was held tighter choking you, Tsukki didn't seem to care, he was so angry at you that he didn't even mind if he killed you.

"Are you so disgusting that getting suffocated turns you on?" He stood up, rutting his cock into your mouth. Your saliva dripped from your chin onto your chest, he didn't give you time to breathe. It dulled your senses all you could think was 'cock, cock, cock'.

Your hands clawed his hips, to let him know to loosen the belt. Tsukkishima wouldn't admit it but he loved the sound of you choking around him.

He could feel his orgasm coming, his body hunched over as he grabbed your head and pushed it down on his whole length. " Ugh, you better thank me for my cum." He groaned as he came down her throat, finally pulling out of her mouth. You coughed to clear your throat and gasped for air, tears pooled in your eyes, you glared at him.

"What were you trying to do kill me-"

His palm slapped your face, twice. It wasn't hard but it was enough to shut you up.

"That wasn't the instruction I remember giving," his hand held your jaw in place his face leaning closer to yours like he wanted to kiss you. " C'mon babe, don't tell me you're too stupid to remember what I said?"

"To thank you?"

He nodded, something about him today was sacring you, he pulled on the leather of the belt, strangling you slightly, tears spilt from your eyes as your senses dulled to only him.

"T-thank you for your cum." You breathed. He seemed somewhat satisfied, before attacking your lips his teeth making it their mission to peel the skin from your lips, you tried your best to keep up but, he was so aggressive the only thing you could do was whimper.

He pulled away, standing up and pulling the belt so you could follow. You were guided to the couch once again, his hand left the belt and found a place in your hair, you yelped as he pulled you onto your stomach. He pushed your knees under your butt and spread your legs apart. Your arousal was dripping onto the couch in such a slutty way, he wasn't surprised since you were such a whore to all his friends.

Tsukkishima then removed the rest of his clothes, not before removing a condom from his trousers and slipping it on. His body leaned over you, his mouth behind your ear as he whispered,

" I know you fucked Kageyama." before he ingrained himself into you in such a barbaric way.

Your eyes went wide, your face contorted in pleasure and shock, as he rutted his cock into you it felt as if you were being split into two he was so hard.

"Ugh ~ wait Tsukki, let's talk," Your voice wavered, he buried himself with such force your face was forced into the pillows in front of you.

"Talk about what, how much of a whore you are." His speed intensified, his hold on your hips tight, his hand spanking your ass seemed ceaseless, he seemed to enjoy the way you were crying out whenever he pushed into you.

"Talk about how you like getting fucked like a fucking prostitute!" He snaked one of his hands around your body to pinch and tweak your nipples, and then slap them like he was trying to brutalise them.

"Hngh~ please." Your hands were stretched in front of you, everything was a bit too much for you and you kind of felt turned on by the fact he knew.

"You wanna talk so bad use the safe word and I'll stop," His thrusts slowed, still rolling his hips into your spot though. You didn't say anything, all he could hear was your whining.

He chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes, "I knew a slut like you wouldn't want to stop the chance of getting fucked." he thrusted into you in such a cruel way. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his hand finding your hair and pushing your face into the cushions of the sofa.

You could feel his vexed tip trying to push past your cervix, girth pressing into your sobbing pussy, veins throbbing against your walls, he was gonna cum.

He could feel his balls tighten, that pinnacle approaching. Sweat dripped from his chest, his hair sticking to his face, much like your fucked out expression. He pulled you against his chest, wrapping his hand around your neck and the other tightly held your tit. Deepening his thrusts, dragging his dick inside you, biting your ear and groaning, he came.

"Uhh, fuck~." He slowed himself before pulling out causing you to whine. You hadn't came yet and he was just tending to himself all cause you cheated with Kageyeama, mouth stuff isn't cheating.

Tsukkishima pulled the condom off his body, rolling his eyes at you as he could hear you mumbling protests.

"Shit, I can't find another condom!" He whispered looking in his jacket since he hadn't finished yet.

"Just go without." You stated, looking over your shoulder in time to see his bewildered look, followed by a scoff.

"I'd expect that from a whore." He growled. He pulled you up and turned you over so you were on your back, his fat tip pressed against your pussy as he placed himself between your legs, his hand sitting comfortably on your neck once again suppressing your breaths and moans.

He relentlessly rocked his hips into you, he wasn't going to halt, your protesting just spurred him on as his cock seemed to press against your spot deliciously. He could feel your walls spasm around him, he would miss the feeling but he wouldn't miss you. This was a farewell after all.

Still thrusting into you he reached over to the table to pick up your phone. When you noticed your incoherent babbling ceased, your brows creased, watching your man open the phone and tap away.

Imagine your face when he turned the phone to face you and Tsukki had dialled Kageyama's number. You sat up to try to take your phone from him but he quickly flicked your clit. That small motion engaged your body into a heated orgasm.

That being when Kageyam answered the phone, just in time to hear your shrieks of pleasure, your body gushing in sultry pleasure, your hips rocking into the air and your legs shaking in euphoric ecstasy. Tsukkishima's name rolled off your tongue in a chant your head flew back into your pillows and your fluids dripped out of your cunt onto the couch fabric.

Yet you had no chance for recovery, your boyfriend never stopped rutting into you, as if he had been powered by the agitating voice of Kageyama who stopped asking if you could hear him when he heard that all too familiar sound of your moans.

"Tsukki give me a moment!" You protested, shivering every time his cock came in contact with your spot. The squelching noises of your pussy were very embarrassing, and the noise convoluted on your tongue furthered your shame.

Shame you didn't feel while cheating on your boyfriend.

"Hngh~ please," you begged as his pelvis ground into your clit, his balls slapping against her body.

Again he laughed to himself and rolled his eyes, bringing out his own phone to record you.

"Apologise for being so cock-hungry and cumming with another guy then,"

Tears were leaving your eyes now and drool was gathering in your mouth as you lost the capability to swallow it was so much, what was happening was too much for you, too much pleasure too much lust.

You opened your mouth to apologise but all that came out was a moan. You looked into the camera of his phone embarrassed, her face heating up as her mouth gaped open a chorus of mewls leaving it as she could feel herself coming again.

Your body pounding in seductive lust, your hips rocking into the air, and your legs trembling in ecstasy, heat travelling from your head straight to your core, pooling more cum out of your entrance, a silent scream escaping your throat.

His dick scrapped your pussy, fighting against the throbbing muscle that was squeezing him parsimoniously.

"You like it when I fuck your pussy raw don't you baby." He groaned, feeling his orgasm come close. "You're so fucking dirty, such a fucking dirty slut~..."He muttered then chanted 'dirty slut' as he emptied his cum into you, his hard cock twitching within you, he loved it, he loved you, he really did love you, but you hurt him and had to get punished for it.

He pulled gently tapped her half-conscious face and stared at her like filth.

"What do you say?"

"T-thank you for the cum." You whimpered feeling spent.

His dick was hard again, pressing against you once more, your eyes went wide, despite the fact that you had become accustomed to his girth you thought that now he had finished he would stop.

"Babe?" You questioned, your nails pressing into his muscular arms.

"What? I know that you can squirt for me." He pounded himself into you his thumb swiping over your clit relentlessly.

"I can't please babe I can't." You protested, he rolled his hips into you, straight into your spot. Remembering the fact Kageyama was listening to the two of you.

Tsukki's phone had been placed on the table to record the two of you. Your body pushed into a mating press as his cock drilled into you, you were sure your exaggerated moaning was making the boy on the phone uncomfortably hard.

You felt as if you were being split in half you genuinely couldn't take what was happening, you even began contemplating pissing so he would slow down.

"You're yet to say sorry, " He grunted his heavy balls slapping against your ass, "Apologise," his hand reached for your face tappin' your tear-stained cheek "Come on y/n say sorry."

You couldn't say anything your mouth agape you lost the ability to swallow, drool leaving your mouth, it was like he was attempting to fuck you dumb. Due to your lack of communication, he thrusted into that sweet spot of your pussy, causing apologies to roll off your tongue like a chant.

"M'sorry, so-sorry, uh sorry, please I'm so sorry~"

Again and again and again you apologised, and he went harder hearing it. "Go on say sorry for being a dirty bitch, his hand wrapping around your throat.

"Sorry for being a dirt ha~" Your eyes crossed over, that hot feeling spreading through your body as a silent squeal left your lips his vexed tip pressing into your cervix, your brain felt enervated, as once again all you could think of was your boyfriends cock. Your breathing was lethargic, your arms languid, and your legs however seemed to be shaking in ecstacy. Your pussy clenched onto his length like it was your only source of life.

Your orgasm seemed to get Tsukki off too, his engorged dick pulsing within your tight walls as it made embarrassing wet noises. your juices squirted above his navel, his being dumped into your uterus.

As he pulled out he watched his white seed drip out of you the sight was quite erotic, he loved how you looked so fucking deranged, so fucking attractive, he thought he was done, you did squirt after all, but how could he let a pussy like this go.

He kneeled down, gathering saliva in his mouth before spitting it onto your clit. You felt the wet substance and struggled to lift your head to look at your boyfriend, you met his eyes as he latched his mouth onto your clit. It was red puffy and sensitive, so sensitive that you just weren't having this it had become torturous.

"L-lavender." You whimpered as your eyes watered this was way too much for you.

Tsukki took his mouth away from you and stood up, "genuinely thought a whore like you would be able to handle this." He pinched your clit earning a scowl from you.

He picked up the dressing gown from the floor to wipe his body, then dressed himself picking up your phone to see if Kageyama was still there.

He was.

"This bitch is yours man." He stated.

He picked up his phone stopping the recording not before taking a picture of your maniacal state, your half-lidded eyes and red flushed face, your dishevelled hair, the bruises on your thighs, ass and neck, and his favourite was your cum soaked pussy.

"I'm so sorry Tsukki." You whispered.

He ignored you leaving your house, suddenly feeling very sad.

[linuxgamenews]

Slay the Princess sends you down a path of choices

Slay the Princess psychological horror game demo tests players on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Plus heartfelt appreciation to the brilliant masterminds Black Tabby Games. Available free on both Steam and GOG. Slay the Princess just released a new demo with a bunch of new features. In the game, you play someone who enters a cabin and has to make choices that affect the outcome of the story. While we can't play the whole game on Linux yet, we can enjoy the new and updated parts of Slay the Princess. This gives us a chance to look at everything closely and come up with theories about what might happen in the full version of the game on Linux. The new Slay the Princess Linux demo has eleven different endings. Each ending depends on the choices you make in the psychological horror game. Let's briefly go over each ending and what you need to do to get there.

The Evidence - Slay the Princess

The Eleven Endings:

The Adversary: You enter the cabin, take the knife, talk to the Princess. But instead of freeing her, you attack and kill her.

The Razor: You enter the cabin, take the knife, and kill the Princess without talking to her. You can choose to doubt if she's really dead or not.

The Good Ending: You enter the cabin, take the knife, and kill the Princess without talking to her. But when the Voice of the Hero tells you to kill yourself in Slay the Princess, you refuse.

The Spectre: Same as The Good Ending, but when the Voice of the Hero tells you to kill yourself, you listen to him.

The Beast: You pretend to save the Princess, but then you attack and kill her. During the fight, you choose to give up.

The Witch: You don't take the knife, but pretend to save the Princess, and then you attack and kill her. During the fight, you either die with her or get locked in the basement.

The Nightmare: You either decide to keep the Princess locked away or flee upstairs and lock her away. Which leads to this Slay the Princess ending.

The Tower: There are a few different ways to get this ending, but it involves attacking and giving up. Or choosing to lock the Princess away and then changing your mind and attacking her instead.

The Stranger: You decide to walk away from the cabin at the beginning of the game and stick to your decision.

The Damsel: You don't take the knife and choose to free the Princess. You warn her and resist the Slay the Princess narrator.

The Prisoner: You take the knife but drop it when the Princess asks. You free the Princess and resist the narrator.

Things to not miss:

If you're playing the Slay the Princess Demo on Linux, there are some things you shouldn't miss. One of them is if you keep asking the Narrator for evidence at the start of the Prisoner loop. Also, every Voice has something unique to say if you interact with the mirror on the second loop or try to leave the cabin. To see all the different endings and achievements in Slay the Princess, it will take you about two hours to play on Linux. But if you really want to see everything, it might take you longer. Once you finish the game, you'll probably have lots of ideas and thoughts about what the story means and what's really going on. Slay the Princess psychological horror game Demo is available free on both Steam and GOG. Along with support for Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Due to release sometime in Q3 2023.

[lifenconcepts]

SONGS I LIKE

because I have banger tunes in my head always. In no order at all!

Living in a Dream - Pseudo Echo

Waiting For the Ghost Train - Madness

People are strange - The Doors

Awake - Electric Guest

Chauffeur - Duran Duran

Elegant Aliens - Blood Culture

Opium Eaters - Madness

Cheek to Cheek - Taco

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

Destination Unknown - Pseudo Echo

Forever - Angels & Agony

Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel

Struck By Lightning - Toto

Listening - Pseudo Echo

Rock You like a Hurricane - Scorpions

When dawn arrives - Madness

Grey Day - Madness

Come Back Down - Trevor Something

Avtomobili - Vesyoliye Rebyata

Mime’s song - VITAS

Romantica Megapolisa - Bioconstructor

Spam - Daiitye Tank

Zero - Kofe

Moi Adress sovetskii soyuz

Stranger In Me - Pseudo Echo

Voice - Ultravox

Daydream - Narvent

Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles (both of and strings only version)

First Woe - Ofdream

Devil’s Train - The Lab Rats

How Soon Is Now

King of lullaby - Eiffel 65

Come along now - Cosmo Sheldrake

Blue Monday - New Order

Orby - Cosmo Sheldrake

Oxygen - OSVISS

Stranger in town - Toto

Sub-Culture - New Order

Svet Ogneii - KODIZC

The Son of Flynn - Daft punk - Ki Theory

19 2000 - GORILLAZ

Dare - GORILLAZ

2000 miil’ - Chernobyl

Castor - Daft Punk

Acid Rain - Lorn

Counting Sheep - SAFIA

Crow - Forest Swords

Devil - Moon Walker

Lose Yourself - Eminem

My Ordinary Life

Love and Pain - Creeper

Donaukinder - Rammstein

HEAVEN SAYS - chart

Kletka - Molchat DomA

Krisha - bishkek

Vsyo Slozhno - Egorbez

Natural - Imagine dragons

Warriors - Imagine Dragons

People Eater - sodikken

Vladimirsky Central Prison - Chernikovskaya hata

London Goodbye - Car-man

Bez konkretiki - Byespokoinik

Chabged The Way You Kiss Me - Example

Freed from desire - GALA

Timezone - Sander van Doorn

Destination Calabria - Alex Gaudino

Everybody wants to rule the world - Tears for Fears

Be My Lover - La Bouche

Livin la Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

Mr Vain - Culture Beats

Sunny - Boney M

Moves like Jagger - Maroon 5

We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool DCUP

Blind Spots - C418

Dry Hands - C418

Far - C418

Moog City - C418

Droopy likes your face - C418

Taswell - C418

Dombummel- spongebob music

stadium rave - spongebob

Waltzing flutes - same as above

Aloha oe -same

Chill out -same

Faraway - Eiffel 65

Happy Nation - Ace of Base

I’m OK - Little Big

High Hopes - Pink Floyd

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

Who is She - I monster

I ran so far away - a flock of seagulls

Alarm call - The Correspondents

Around the world - ATC

Stayin alive - Bee Gees

Don’t fear the reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Body Company - And One

Come as you are - Nirvana

Brother - Stuck in the Sound

Get Lucky - Daft Punk

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Dont stop me now - Queen

I DJ with the fire - Eiffel 65

My Generation - GORKY PARK

American Interior - Gruff Rhys

Hall of fame - the script

Chlorine - 21 pilots

I wanna rock - Twisted Sister

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

bulletproof - La Roux

Lenningradskiy Blues

Animals - Martin Garrix

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Little Dark Age - MGMT

Counting Stars - OneRepublic

People of Tomorrow - Eiffel 65

Control - House of Harm

Ally or Enemy - T.P. And the Indians

Angel of Snow - PLAZMA

Brass Goggles - Steam powered giraffes

California Dreamin- The mamas and the papas

Cigarettes out the window - TV girl

Fish in a birdcage

Glasshouse - Germinator

Lovers rock - TV girl

We re not gonna take it - Twisted sister

Stressed out - 21 pilots

Keep your eyes peeled - ULTRA SUNN

Young Foxes - ULTRA SUNN

Tonight - The Correspondents

Tardigrade - Cosmo Sheldrake

Stupid MF - Mindless self indulgence

Sugar Pills - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Sadness is rebellion - Lebanon Hanover

Lonely - PLAZMA

Piece of your heart - MEDUZA, goodboys

Pink Elephants on parade

Wplf in sheep’s clothing - ft. William Beckett

White Room - Cream

Sol Seppy - Move

SNAP! - Rythm is a dancer

Bangarang - Skrillex

Shut me up - MSI

Test & Recognise - Seekae

Big Hoops - RVZZER, JANFRY

Rubber ring - The Smiths

Prescription - MSI

Pork Soda - Glass Animals

Embryo - Pink Floyd

achilles come down - gang of youth

Blue Canary

Strawberry fields forever - The Beatles

Shoplifters of the world unite - The Smiths

Show me the meaning of being lonely - Backstreet boys

West end girls - backstreet boys

Green Machine - Lightnin Harry Dee

Le silence - Hante

Heart of glass - Blondie

Cadillac - Buster Band

Crying just a little - Billy DeCole & Derriere

Errol - Australian Crawl

Dont go - Pseudo Echo

Heart of stone - David Lewis

Shadows of love - Jeff Hurd and the differents

The Miracle - Queen

Sneg - Aigel

AND THERES MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!

[blackjackkent]

The building the fisherman sent us to is a large warehouse sitting right on the edge of the water.

Hm.

This oil-vs-blood thing is very strange. I'm still sticking with my theory that there's some fucked up Steel Watcher going around murdering people, but I don't think it's actually correct.

The warehouse is called Flymm Cargo, and its door is locked. Unlocking it reveals a bunch of dead goblins and some very, very angry worgs.

Not pictured, a number of local refugees who panicked when the fight started, which is super reasonable, and ran straight INTO the building and disappeared, which is not.

Not a terribly difficult fight. The worgs were named Gristle, Snarrrl, Rrrripper, Snapp, and Cuddleface(!), and stayed mostly grouped up so Minsc's AOE throw with Nyrulna did a lot of work. Also tried having him throw Boo into the fray for the first time; I'm not positive it had any tactical benefit but it was quite satisfying to see Boo squeaking his way through the air and slamming into an enemy.

Minsc also shouted "Buttkicking for goodness!" which brought my heart a lot of joy.

The combination of Hector, Karlach, and Minsc really makes for a juggernaut team comp (with Jaheira often alongside as a panther bc I am being a disappointment to Zen's guidance and making her go murder kitty all the time even though it's not optimal). XD

The warehouse seems to be otherwise abandoned except for the aforementioned dead goblins, who I assume owned the worgs. Hector was able to perceive a trapdoor under some cargo containers which seems to be the only likely path forward.

This at first led to what seemed like a fairly nondescript basement until I realized that it is lined with what appear to be prison cells. O.o Not sure what Flymm Cargo is hauling but it seems maybe a smidge concerning.

Thankfully there don't seem to be any people in any of the cells. (Or anything for that matter, except for one propaganda pamphlet about Gortash's new regime.) One small mystery solved, though - I now know where that "A Greasy, Smelly Climb Up..." area transition in the sewers would have led to:

Lovely. Thankfully we don't have to go that way; there's one other main door out of this area.

Hm. Machines that leak oil that looks like blood, perhaps?

Inside Machine Parts Storage we find:

Thieves' tools

Infernal iron (is there any point to carting this around anymore?)

Something called "G-Cube Lube"

Gross. Please tell me that's not what all the grease down in the sewers was.

Further on... I think we might have hit the jackpot.

...Is that a submarine? O.O

The area has one guard and is full of steaming pipes and cranking gears and seems very industrial compared to much of the city. There's a journal sitting on a desk in one corner:

Hm. First of all - Clockwork Escape Kayak is my new rock band name. Second - I'm assuming the "Cap" is the submarine, and I'm guessing to that it has something to do with the attack on Holli. What else around here would have made the sort of big wake that the fisherman was describing?

The journal is labeled "Redhammer's Journal" and the man by the sub is named "Redhammer the Deviser" so I'm guessing he's the man in charge.

"Oi, what's this? You ain't supposed to be down here, mate!"

Narrator: You spot a curious metal contraption - a submersible.

Hector has a few more intimidating/conflict-oriented dialogues here, but to start with he's just going to sate his own curiosity until the man tries to throw him out physically. "That submersible - why is it here? What is this place?"

"The only port in this whole bleedin' city that matters," the dwarf answers, unhelpfully. "Now why are you here? Did Gortash send you?"

As usual, Hector has no interest in lying, nor would he be much good at it. "You killed one of those servants of Umberlee," he says matter-of-factly. "Now they want you dead."

The dwarf raises an eyebrow - wary, but not afraid. "Oh yeah? And are you here to make good on that?"

Hector hesitates. Is he? Certainly he needs more information to know if he wants to kill this man in cold blood - his only true goals here are to impede Gortash's operation and to prevent any more innocent Umberlants from getting killed out in the water.

"I just want to know what happens in this port," he says firmly.

"Nothing without Lord Gortash's go-ahead," Redhammer says impatiently. "I transport whoever he needs taken to the Iron Throne. It's an underwater prison - most secure in the Realms. Lord Gortash keeps some Gondians there. Collateral to keep those working in the Steel Watch Foundry under control."

Hector's eyes widen. Oh, shit...

His brain starts working rapidly, parsing together a number of different facts all at once.

The Iron Throne - he knows from his own historical reading - is a name that goes back more than a century. Originally it belonged to a so-called merchant organization which orchestrated the iron crisis in Nashkel, a plan which was co-opted by the Bhaalspawn Sarevok in his attempted takeover of Baldur's Gate. How long has there been a prison named for it? Is it an official one, or a new one constructed under Gortash's leadership? Was the name a dark joke on Gortash's part? Or perhaps on Orin's?

And the Gondians...

He feels a flash of brutal vindication. He was right, and Wulbren was wrong. The Gondians are being coerced - their compatriots, or perhaps loved ones, being held imprisoned to secure their loyalty. To destroy the foundry wholesale would have been to kill trapped innocents.

And though he came here with the vague thought of assisting the Umberlants in their revenge, that thought has been replaced by another, far more important plan. Those prisoners need to be set free.

Not just because it is the right thing to do (though it is), but by doing so, they would destroy Gortash's leverage over the Gondians, and destroy the Foundry's support system. Having done that - it follows, theoretically at least - the Steel Watch will crumble, or at least be significantly weakened.

Hector feels a pulse of excitement starting to thud under his jaw - though his control holds, and none of it shows in his face. "You're going to take me to the Iron Throne," he says coolly. ""m getting the prisoners out."

The dwarf examines his impassive expression for a moment in silence, then shrugs. "I'll take you in," he agrees. Whether he is afraid of Hector's threat or simply doesn't give a shit is unclear; Hector supposes he'd take either. "But look-- there's some bad shit going down in there. You don't want to get involved. Neither did I, but it was them or me."

Hector opens his mouth to ask for clarification, but Redhammer turns away, shrugging him off. "I'll get Cap warmed up. Get in when you're ready."

-----

They all eye the little submersible rather warily as it starts to hum with power in the water.

"We are to go beneath the waves?" Minsc asks, some of his usual jovial humor missing from the question. "It is not that Minsc is afraid, you understand, but Boo does so very much dislike being wet..."

Hector smiles slightly. "I can't say I blame him, Minsc. On the bright side... this man is clearly as self-interested as they come, and therefore would likely not trust his own hide to that machine if it were not safe."

"The only true constant in the world," Jaheira murmurs dryly.

"Cheer up, Minsc," Karlach says with a grin from Hector's other side. She has been visibly excited to get a chance to talk to their new ranger companion whenever the opportunity presents, and this is no different; he can see the way her eyes are glowing with energy. "You heard what the dwarf said. It's an evil prison, and that means evil guards. You know what that means!"

Minsc brightens up at once and Boo, on his shoulder, gives a loud squeak. "You are right, my fiery friend! That is ever so many evil butts we may kick with both boots!"

[solivar]

The Last Waffle House In Albuquerque

From Into the Red Zone: A Guide To the Weird by Paranormal New Mexico:

The Last Waffle House In Albuquerque

Location: Somewhere inside the Albuquerque Military Exclusion Area.

Everyone has heard the stories: about that one time an unsuspecting A/C repair technician found someone living on a Waffle House roof, a fact totally unnoticed by the staff; that one time an armed robber tried to knock over a Waffle House just after the breakfast rush and ended up being subdued by the customers, many of whom were off-duty police; the drunken sexual escapades in parking lots and bathrooms; the Federal government creating an entire post-disaster community recovery metric based on whether or not the local Waffle House was open. And those are just the verifiably real ones, leaving out the esoterica like exterior security cameras catching blurry glimpses of Bigfoot raiding the dumpsters in Colorado or UFOs buzzing the parking lots in Texas, a creature that locals insist is the Squonk scurrying by to pick up sandwiches left out for it in Pennsylvania and the Jersey Devil loping out of the Pine Barrens to menace late-night diners, the theories that the geometrically perfect nature of the food on offer created the precisely necessary conditions for extradimensional weirdness of all kinds.

And then there’s the Last Waffle House In Albuquerque. Before the Crisis, Albuquerque was the home of two Waffle House locations -- one at the old Albuquerque International Sunport, the city’s main air travel hub, and another in the city’s eastern exurbs. It was generally assumed that both locations were thoroughly demolished, given that one was below the Red Line and one exactly on it on the day the rest of the city was blown into low Earth orbit.

This does not appear to have been the case.

Intrepid urban explorers, risking their safety and significant Federal prison time, were among the first people to make their way into the Albuquerque Military Exclusion Area after the end of the Crisis. Some were hired by former residents of the city to retrieve personal possessions that might have survived the destruction. Some were hired to provide independently confirmed evidence that the devastation was as complete as the government claimed. Some were just curious. The results of their investigations can be found in the annals of legal proceedings and on any number of websites. Easily one of the most bizarre: the apparent continued existence of a fully staffed, supplied, and functioning Waffle House, somewhere inside the ruins of the city.

Exactly where this Waffle House is located cannot be determined by any of the available sources describing its existence but all of the accounts share certain characteristic elements: those who have found it have all done so just after sundown, after they have become completely lost and unable to find their way back to whichever clandestine entrance they used to access the Exclusion Area. The Waffle House seems to appear out of nowhere, surrounded on all sides by wreckage, some of it still steaming and in several statements verifiably hot to the touch. The interior lights are on and shining, warm and welcoming, and the chain’s distinctive yellow and black exterior signage brilliantly lit and likely visible for some distance. Inside, the restaurant is perfectly clean and undisturbed by the destruction visible outside, warm in the winter and autumn, cool in the summer and spring, music from the franchise’s own record label playing softly in the background.

Accounts differ in specifics beyond that. In some cases, the explorer is the lone customer, waited on by an attentive staff member whose face or name they cannot remember once they’ve departed. In others, the restaurant is packed with locals and travelers, an apparently full and inexhaustible staff buzzing among the tables, though again the explorer can never quite recall the faces or names of anyone they meet. The food is always delicious, perfectly prepared and filling, the drinks never run dry, and even if you’ve cleaned your plate, you’re handed a full carry-out bag along with the check. No explorer has ever remembered how they’ve gone about paying but several have displayed pictures of receipts containing nonsensical strings of non-alphanumeric symbols in place of regular checkout information. Some explorers have asked for information about how to get back to where they entered and recall strangely specific conversations that seem to acknowledge the reality outside the restaurant’s doors and, when followed, lead them exactly where they need to go. Others report being shooed out the door and finding themselves back at their entrance. In all cases, once the door of the Waffle House closes at their backs, the restaurant vanishes completely, as if it never was, the only evidence the leftovers in the chain branded takeout bags and the nonsensical receipts.

There is some debate among the urban explorers who have penetrated the Albuquerque Military Exclusion Area if the Waffle House can be deliberately sought and found or if it can only be found if one is not actually looking for it. Opinions vary widely. We cannot, for legal reasons, recommend attempting to follow in their footsteps as the Exclusion Area is a potentially hazardous location heavily patrolled by the United States military and, if caught, carries with it severe penalties, including fines and jail time.

[springfallendeer]

Emergency S.I.M.P (Crackfic)

Question: What if Eclipse came crawling out of the Arcade Machine only to be confronted by a horny SIMP?

Answer? Read on

There came an ominous flicker of the arcade lights.

A flicker and a sound.

A painful, uncomfortable sound.

A horrible mix of analog screeching and the screams of the damned. The unholy abomination of mechanical wailing broke through the silence of the space.

This was the battle cry of a twisted and corrupted entity.

It was a signal.

A promise of the arrival of horrors untold.

A warning that the great metal beast was due to make its appearance.

Animatronic and Endoskeleton alike trembled in response to this horrific sound.

Those who were able retreated into the shadows to make themselves scarce. Those who were lucky were able to seclude themselves in hard to reach places, did so.

The scene itself was silent and still.

Nothing dared approach the entity as it emerged.

A fiery, nearly corrosive heat erupted from the Arcade machine as the abomination made its debut.

Long, metallic limbs emerged from within the glass. They passed through with the ease of a predator emerging from the water.

Large, clawed hands squeezed the sides of the machine. The metal buckled and creaked in response to the raw power behind the grip.

Viscous black fluid seeped through the distorted arcade screen. The fluid bubbled away into a foul smelling steam as the hellish entity continued to force its way through the cramped space.

The small window acting as the gateway proved to be insufficient as an entrance. As such the screen began to bend and distort as the massive creature forced its way into the mortal realm.

Finally the head of the abomination emerged.

A pool of black ichor spilled from within the game machine as it birthed the metal eldritch.

Clouds of smoke rolled from the gnashing jaws of the entity.

A frill composed of sharp metallic mechanisms burst from its head. This mechanical frill burst to life with a fiery glow.

Black eyes burst to life with an ominous red light, signaling the awakening of this hellish, mechanical nightmare.

There came another cloud of steam as a peculiar noise bellowed from the entity's mouth.

When the steam settled, everything was still. Painfully, eerily still.

The abomination lay motionless, its body only half freed from the confines of its digital prison. Its eyes were fixated upon the one entity foolish enough to have dared bare witness to its approach.

Despite the horrific implications of this metallic abomination, this foolish onlooker showed no signs of fear.

That was what first caught the unwavering attention of the beast.

Or it would have been, had it not been for this visitor's state of dress.

This onlooker; a lone woman of a short stature; stood just beyond the reach of the fiery heat spilling from the arcade. She had nothing to protect her but the clothes on her back and the weapon in her hand.

In theory, her arrogance would have seemed at least somewhat bold. Or it would have if not for the fact that her clothes were lingerie and her weapon was a riding crop.

The eldritch had paused purely as a result of having been startled by what it found standing in its presence.

By all accounts, this woman should have been terrified.

By all accounts, this entity should have perceived her as easy prey. It should have observed her and come to the conclusion that she was just a new toy waiting to be broken.

Yet she stood before it completely unfazed, her body virtually naked, and her weapon a complicated stick. The sheer unabashed confidence of her stance had caught the abomination off guard.

When she took her riding crop and slammed it against the ground to release a loud, thunderous crack, the eldritch was somehow left unnerved.

Wide eyed and confused, the entity stared at this scantily clad woman. However, when the initial shock of the scene wore off, it began to resume its attempts at crawling into the physical world.

The woman struck the ground with her riding crop again, startling the beast. She should have been the one afraid, but somehow it was the other way around.

She boldly stepped forward, entirely unintimidated by the terror that lay before her. Her confidence proved enough to momentarily convince the entity to retreat. Its large, metallic body slipped ever so slightly back into the digital prison that it had emerged from.

However, it soon responded to her approach with an attempt at domination. It opened its jaws wide. Fire and smoke spilled from its maw as it released another hellish roar. The analog screeches of the damned.

The woman remained unflinching even as the heat danced across her virtually bare skin.

She silenced the beast with one simple motion. The riding crop was lifted and brought to the entity’s mouth.

She quickly and easily forced the creature to close its jaws. Not by sheer physical power, but by the power of her unwavering confidence. The beast closed its maw due to having been shocked by her complete and utter lack of fear.

What followed was a tense, uncertain silence. The woman kept the leather tongue of the crop under the entity’s chin as she maintained unblinking eye contact.

A coy smirk tugged at her lips.

“Alright, Eclipse. Two options. Get back in your box, or get out here and make yourself at home in mine~” The woman uttered, her voice laced with honey. This only further caught the entity off guard.

It stared at her, absolutely dumbfounded, as she took another step closer. She proceeded to drag the tongue of her riding crop down the creature’s neck.

It trembled faintly.

Be it from anticipation or from fear, she did not know. She did not care.

She had a point to make.

That point being that the beast wasn’t quite ready to set foot in this world.

It came expecting fear, only to be greeted by blatant, sexual advances. She knowingly walked into the range of deadly jaws and piercing claws. Small, weak, and exposed.

Yet somehow she emerged as the victor.

Eclipse proved so startled by her bold advances that he retreated.

She maintained eye contact with the abomination as it slinked back into the depths of whatever digital hell it tried to escape from. Until all that remained was a puddle of black ichor that spilled all over the machine.

A coy smile tugged at her lips as she turned away, her job now done. She clicked her tongue quietly, staring into the darkness of the daycare.

“I can’t believe that worked.” She uttered to herself, her dominating persona effectively gone.

The events that had just transpired were effectively just one dangerous game of chicken. A crazy attempt at keeping an eldritch at bay for a while longer while she worked towards completing some greater goal.

She had just managed to intimidate what was effectively a mechanical demon. An animatronic devil.

She had managed to do so by acting like she fully intended on fucking it.

What a strange world this was.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Doctor Sleep

SCP#: ADV

Code Name: The Boy with a Hundred Ghosts Agent Ghost/ The Shine

Object Class: Apollyon

Object Class for SCP-ADV-Warden: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: When a human is born with SCP-ADV they are to be tagged by the Foundation population observation staff on the moon. Should they realize that they have SCP-ADV they are to be found and escorted to a Foundation owned Nexus point so that they can be trained and grow in a proper environment. This is to be done as fast as possible before other Groups of Interest can get their hands on these people.

The first course of action is to offer then a job or better life within the Nexus point they will be escorted to. If they refuse this offer, they and their family are to be drugged and forced to the new Nexus point. They and others who were forced there are to watch a Foundation orientation video showing why they must stay and can't leave. Any person with SCP-ADV found trying to escape are to be captured and contained in one of the lower levels of Site-AF. Afterwards they are to be declared missing and Foundation staff are to fabricate a search and rescue mission for one month, afterwards they will be declared dead.

SCP-ADV-Warden has been contained within a 3x3 meter room within Site-AF. He has been given furniture, games, books, toys, and other accommodations to make him more comfortable. SCP-ADV-Warden regularly sees Dr. Rover for therapy sessions. It is with hope that once SCP-ADV comes of age he will be able to be processed into the Anomalous Employment Division and use his anomalous abilities to assist the Foundation.

Update 1993 - SCP-ADV-Warden is 21 years old and has been processed by the AED and is employed as both a Foundation Therapist within the Fire Suppression Department and a member of Mobile Task Force Mu-13 "Ghostbusters". He has been given a new containment room that now acts as a house for him like most anomalies contained at Site-AM.

Description: SCP-ADV is an abnormal but seemingly natural phenomenon referred to as the Shine. Random people around the world will be born with SCP-ADV every so often though it has been known to be hereditary so over time the population can grow. Because random people all over the world can randomly be born with or gain SCP-ADV the phenomenon won't become extinct in any way, only rare. All of this unfortunately makes SCP-ADV impossible to completely contain or get rid of. That and the fact that SCP-ADV manifests all over the world is why it is labeled object class Apollyon.

Humans possessing SCP-ADV have the anomalous ability to read each other's minds and can see things on different planes of existence no one can. It is even possible for them to control the actions of people who do not have SCP-ADV and read their minds with various degrees of success. Most peculiarly SCP-ADV allows its host to see premonitions of impending danger. Most if not all of them have the ability to create psychic mansions for themselves to manage their memories or personality. They can even create psychic prisons and utilize other common psychic abilities. On very rare occasions its possible for one SCP-ADV host to drain the "steam" from another to extend their own life span and even become stronger because of it.

"Steam" for those that don't know is a recently discovered metaphysical energy partials that are supposedly the essence of the soul. It is theorized to be what tethers the soul to the body and is what is left behind when the soul leaves for the afterlife. It is believed this "steam" is the "lifeforce" that the ghosts originally within SCP-ADO devoured on within the hotel. It is also quite possibly the same "lifeforce" that so many other anomalies feed on or what draws them to feeding on humans. However, even after countless tests this has not been confirmed as anything beyond a theory.

SCP-ADV was discovered in 1970 the same time as SCP-ADO, in fact it was thanks to SCP-ADO and its anomalous nature before its eventual neutralization that we know SCP-ADV exists at all. In fact, its neutralization back in 1980 was by the hands of someone who had SCP-ADV who is labeled as SCP-ADV-Warden. SCP-ADV-Warden, at the time of writing is a young boy that has an extremely powerful form of SCP-ADV. Because of it the ghosts within SCP-ADO were especially hungry around him and tried to eat him. Even after he and his mother escaped the hotel the ghosts followed them leading to the neutralization of SCP-ADO. Thankfully SCP-ADV-Warden learned how to imprison them within psychic coffins. It is for this reason that SCP-ADV has earned the label of Warden.

SCP-ADV-Warden had developed trauma from the event and so has his mother. As such both have been brought to Foundation custody and Dr. Rover was left in charge of SCP-ADV-Warden's recovery of his mental state. His mother who also survived the incident has been left alive and given housing within Site-AF and is allowed to visit him every so often. She works as a Level 1 Clearance Staff janitor at Site-AF.

The O5 Council has ordered that she be implanted with cancer and will die by 1988 after SCP-ADV-Warden has turned 16. This has been done so that SCP-ADV-Warden will have no more attachments to the outside world and have the Foundation as his sole home and family.

Update 1993 - SCP-ADV-Warden has turned 21 and has been processed by the Anomalous Employment Division. He has been confirmed to be doing well mentally wise and is loyal to the Foundation. As such he is now recognized as an Agent and Doctor and is to be referred to by his real name Danny Torrance. Along with his various Code Names being "Agent Ghost", "Doctor Sleep", and "The Warden".

.

SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[galaxyofhair]

The Matrix: Resurrections is a perfect failure

Yeah, we’re doing this today: My steaming hot take today is that the Matrix 4 is so bad that it’s actually kind of genius.

On the surface, it’s because Ressurrections is both a souless cashgrab reboot that is also a commentary on soulless cash-grab reboots--which is an incredible way to do commentary on the corporate greed that creates soulless cash-grab reboots (It’s just sad that we had to sacrifice The Matrix on the alter of art-making).

And honesty, I love it--Lana didn’t want to make that movie, nobody really wanted that movie except the dickbags at Warner Bros--so making the film be just, so so bad, and the film losing millions at the box office while also pointing at literally itself saying “Hey, uh... this is why you shouldn’t do this you knuckleheaded assholes” Genius--terrible, quasi-intentional, train-wrecking genius.

The second reason I think “Uhm, actually it’s good” but also no it isn’t good: Resurrections does a pretty good job of modernization the “prison of the mind” concept to include many of the complexities of our current dystopia--the weaponization of ideas, the brazenness of the control being used against Neo, the mixture of real history and fantasy in an awful, fake news conspiracy theory style slurry of gas-lighting and crazy-making is actually really interesting--

But the films style--the super fast cuts, the hurried/frantic dialogue--contains many of the conventons and tropes of modern filmmaking, and it’s kind of awful all over again. The disconnect we’re feeling in the film’s style, and it’s general terrible-ness is enough to take the audience /out/ of the plot entirely--which is important because the moment you’re taken out of the plot you’re reminded that the real Matrix, the one being described by the film’s extended complex metaphor, is the one we’re plugged into now.

Resurrection’s worst and best sin is that it’s actually an incredibly intelligently thought out message delivered straight into the cornea of the viewer with all the grace of an actual Dr. Baby. You can’t remove any of the awfulness of the film without compromising the message of the film itself--the message being that reboots are soulless and bad, and companies like Warner Bros weaponize the struggles and stories of oppressed groups for money.

If the film was too good, too much of the audience would be so engrossed in the actual plot of the film to truly act on it’s real world application--and the message would never have landed.

But the message did land. This movie is awful--beautifully, terribly, genuisly awful and it’s a soulless cash-grab reboot and it failed because of it.

[fridayyy-13th]

rude anons have inspired me to spread good in the world (tumblr)

HI!! i love you're writing your jmart is so soft and incredible. you are wonderful (completely unrelated: magnus protocol theories mayhaps?) and i hope you have a nide day/night !

live laugh love taylor swift

hi Red!! thank you so much! jmart has my whole heart, so that’s really nice to hear. i have a lot more tma WIPs (in… varying stages of completeness), and some of them i’m really excited to post once they’re done. i’ve made it a rule w/myself to completely finish a WIP before posting if it has multiple chapters, so that i don’t wind up losing steam halfway through (learned that the hard way), so idk when i’ll start posting some of the longer works i’m writing, but they’ll be out there someday! hopefully soon.

as for tmagp theories… hmm, i’ve been wondering about the difference between this new magnus institute and tma’s magnus institute, since the new one is manchester-based and was destroyed in ‘99. i’ve seen people theorizing about why it was destroyed, but i want to know why it moved to manchester instead of london. like, london had millbank prison/the panopticon, and admittedly i’m american so i don’t know much about manchester other than the fact it exists, but i want to know why jonah moved the institute there instead. tma’s institute was originally located in edinburgh before it was moved to london; did tmagp’s institute originate there too? many questions. i realize this isn’t really a theory but it is something i’m very very curious about.

oh yeah! i was thinking about how this is probably most definitely an alternate universe from tma, and i had the idea that the fears might be categorized differently as a result. not super different, just slightly to the left. like, maybe the fear of puppets/dolls is in the same category as the fear of manipulation, instead of belonging to the stranger and the web respectively. smirke’s fourteen was already stated to be a flawed organization system, and i think it’d be fun to shake things up a bit. plus, there was that whole thing from jonny and alex about “things we think we know;” i think maybe our existing perceptions of the entities might make us misunderstand what’s going on until we get slapped in the face with Facts. heck, if tmagp does somehow feature tma’s tapes, maybe alice and sam themselves will misunderstand, too!

and then a stupid theory: alice’s last name will be newall, bc jonny finally wore alex down into a compromise. i really don’t think this one will happen but it’d be funny as hell

i hope you have a nice day/night too!

[strawberriesmochi]

"I can't do this anymore I am forever trapped in this horrid timeloop, cursed to die over and over again, is this the price I pay just so I could avenge your pitiful and unjustified death?"

I scream under the cut

WOOO ANOTHER OC, OKAY INFO DUMPLINGS TIME,

Okay so! Me and my friends have this rp on fansasia on Roblox right? And we all LOVE clue it's how we met, and so this roleplay is briefly based off clue and this is my Hostess Mademoiselle Noir {Fake name}

And she blackmails everyone, invites them to dinner and positively RIPS THEM TO SHREDS by using their blackmail (It helps me blow off steam and everyone loves it.... Or they're scared of it)

Anyways she gives them 'gifts' that are actually weapons (Gun, knife, stick, etc etc) or something that ties into their blackmail and pasts (Broken radio, engagement ring, picture of deceased victim etc) or both (Gun that one oc used to kill someone and with it the photo of their dead child that they killed, the mask of an OCs dead sister that he had killed with lions etc etc)

And then the lights go out and she's dead, so far she's been (in roleplay)

Strangled, pushed off the balcony, stabbed, stabbed in the neck with a broken radio, stabbed in several places and then posed elegantly against the stairs, head trauma, and then some of these repeatedly

And every time she has to wait as a ghost until 4 am when everything resets and the time loop starts again with a different group of people she's black mailing, repeatedly.

Now what got her into blackmailing people? Well to put it in short her brother died due to his radio being messed with (thanks to my friends OC I think?) And she went bent on revenge to kill whoever did it, and ended up picking up on injustices of other people ("Mrs so-so abused her young child, that child.... Is resting with the Lord now." "Oh... That Priest, yeah he's in the Mafia and has scammed thousands and has killed thousands more." "OH him? Yeah he's not even a real blond! " "She just treats us horribly ma'am, one of the girls, she was beheaded by her!")

And so she took them for their money's worth, and if they ran dry? She exposed them secretly, after all they couldn't pay their way out of prison anymore.

However with all things she flew a tad bit too close to the sun, the lines between revenge for her brother and greed began blurring, after all she wasn't planning on living long after everything had been settled,

But then that damn dinner party, an array of guests who she calmly exposed, her butler behind her with the paperwork and all.

But something went horribly wrong, she died, but then it happened again, the dinner party but almost everyone was different, but it ended the same, with her death, her body thrown, beaten, spat on, kicked, dead.

As a result she lost her calm demeanor, taking on a more unhinged one instead, where had her butler gone? Who knows, she had heaps of blackmail and pure insanity from dying, she was bored, they'd all act the same, maybe she'd get lucky with a new reaction from someone, revenge thrown out the window, She has an ongoing theory that if she survives even once she may escape the loop, but she hasn't been successful yet, maybe one day she'll escape but until then the cycle will repeat itself, over and over and over again.

[diilchasp]

Life on Mars

Tracy K. Smith

1.

Tina says what if dark matter is like the space between people

When what holds them together isn’t exactly love, and I think

That sounds right—how strong the pull can be, as if something

That knows better won’t let you drift apart so easily, and how

Small and heavy you feel, stuck there spinning in place.

Anita feels it now as a tug toward the phone, though she knows

The ear at the other end isn’t there anymore. She’ll beat her head

Against the rungs of her room till it splits, and the static that seeps out

Will lull her to sleep, where she’ll dream of him walking just ahead

Beside a woman whose mouth spills O after O of operatic laughter.

But Tina isn’t talking about men and women, what starts in our bodies

And then pushes out toward anywhere once the joy of it disappears.

She means families. How two sisters, say, can stop knowing one another,

Stop hearing the same language, scalding themselves on something

Every time they try to touch. What lives beside us passing for air?

2.

Last year, there was a father in the news who kept his daughter

Locked in a cell for decades. She lived right under his feet,

Cooking food, watching TV. The same pipes threading through his life

Led in and out of hers. Every year the footsteps downstairs multiplied.

Babies wailing through the night. Kids screaming to be let outside.

Every day, the man crept down into that room, bringing food,

Lying down with the daughter, who had no choice. Like a god

Moving through a world where every face looked furtively into his,

Then turned away. They cursed him to his back. He didn’t hear.

They begged him for air, and all he saw were bodies on their knees.

How close that room. What heat. And his wife upstairs, hearing

Their clamor underfoot, thinking the house must just be

Settling into itself with age.

3.

Tina says dark matter is just a theory. Something

We know is there, but can’t completely prove.

We move through it, bound, sensing it snatch up

What we mean to say and turn it over in its hands

Like glass sifted from the sea. It walks the shore,

Watching that refracted light dance back and forth

Before tossing whatever it was back to the surf.

4.

How else could we get things so wrong,

Like a story hacked to bits and told in reverse?—

5.

He grabbed my blouse at the neck.

All I thought was This is my very best

And he will ruin it. Wind, dirt, his hands

Hard on me. I heard the others

Jostling to watch as they waited

For their turns.

They were not glad to do it,

But they were eager.

They all wanted to, and fought

About who would go first.

We went to the cart

Where others sat waiting.

They laughed and it sounded

Like the black clouds that explode

Over the desert at night.

I knew which direction to go

From the stench of what still burned.

It was funny to see my house

Like that—as if the roof

Had been lifted up and carried off

By someone playing at dolls.

6.

Who understands the world, and when

Will he make it make sense? Or she?

Maybe there is a pair of them, and they sit

Watching the cream disperse into their coffee

Like the A-bomb. This equals that, one says,

Arranging a swarm of coordinates

On a giant grid. They exchange smiles.

It’s so simple, they’ll be done by lunchtime,

Will have the whole afternoon to spend naming

The spaces between spaces, which their eyes

Have been trained to distinguish. Nothing

Eludes them. And when the nothing that is

Something creeps toward them, wanting

To be felt, they feel it. Then they jot down

Equation after equation, smiling to one another

Lips sealed tight.

7.

Some of the prisoners were strung like beef

From the ceilings of their cells. “Gus”

Was led around on a leash. I mean dragged.

Others were ridden like mules. The guards

Were under a tremendous amount of pleasure.

I mean pressure. Pretty disgusting. Not

What you’d expect from Americans.

Just kidding. I’m only talking about people

Having a good time, blowing off steam.

8.

The earth beneath us. The earth

Around and above. The earth

Pushing up against our houses,

Complicit with gravity. The earth

Ageless watching us rise and curl.

Our spades, our oxen, the jagged lines

We carve into dirt. The earth

Nicked and sliced into territory.

Hacked and hollowed. Stoppered tight.

Tripwire. The earth ticking with mines,

Patient, biding its time. The earth

Floating in darkness, suspended in spin.

The earth gunning it around the sun.

The earth we ride in disbelief.

The earth we plunder like thieves.

The earth caked to mud in the belly

Of a village with no food. Burying us.

The earth coming off on our shoes.

9.

Tina says we do it to one another, every day,

Knowing and not knowing. When it is love,

What happens feels like dumb luck. When it’s not,

We’re riddled with bullets, shot through like ducks.

Every day. To ourselves and one another. And what

If what it is, and what sends it, has nothing to do

With what we can’t see? Nothing whatsoever

To do with a power other than muscle, will, sheer fright? 

[linuxgamenews]

Steel Defier offers fast-paced action with a story

Steel Defier arcade action game launches to test you on both Linux and Windows PC. Which is the result of the creative minds behind developer Viridino Studios. Available on Steam with a discount. Brazil Indie developer, Viridino Studios, is delighted to launch Steel Defier. Due to the focus on fast-paced gameplay. While offering a story where you play as the sole survivor of a disastrous malfunction in the defense system. Taking place in a giant spaceship that works as a prison for all sorts of lawbreakers. So, it appears everyone has been killed aboard, except you! The main objective of Steel Defier is to locate the landing site. So the player can steal a smaller spaceship and escape from prison. However, the big spaceship is quite a maze with many rooms and a full defence system. One that continues to hunt you down with different traps. So it’s key for you to locate suit upgrades and increase your survival rate.

Steel Defier - Trailer (Linux, Windows PC)

The spaceship in Steel Defier has exactly 40 rooms. Each one of them has a different blend of traps. In some rooms the traps are faster or slower. While in other rooms there might be a power outage that limits the player's field of view. In very special cases, you might stumble upon a suit upgrade that will grant a new and unique skill. Like the ability of slowing down time for a short amount of time. In theory the suit upgrades are also optional. But searching for and collecting them will make the player’s journey much easier. Exploring, finding, searching, and seeking out is a fun experience. Doing so as you work through the Steel Defier setting that will test you.

Features:

Every single room has a different combination of traps. There are various speed multipliers and even setting conditions. Like the power outage that limits the player’s field of view. Due to produces an intense alarm sound.

Each trap moves at a different speed. It also covers a different amount of walkable area and sometimes even follows the player or explodes after a short delay. To counter them, you have to collect as many suit upgrades as possible. Like the ability to slow down time, dash through traps, and even double jump.

Every item in the game will grant a different ability to the player. Allowing you to enhance the dodging functions in unique ways. Some suit upgrades even have “secret” usages. For example: the dash ability is mainly used to traverse the setting faster. But you can also use it to go through traps without being harmed.

The player isn’t able to directly fight the spaceship’s defence system, as he’s not equipped with a gun. However, Steel Defier is full of action, since the player will always have great and more intense traps. Also, every suit upgrade the player gains will become more powerful and help defeat any challenge.

The Steel Defier difficulty increases as the player gets further from their prison cell. Along with more and more traps showing up after each visited room. With a clever design, so spaceship exploring never becomes boring or a linear path. Yet a rewarding and pleasing style of gameplay. Steel Defier arcade action game launches to test players on Linux and Windows PC. Which is available on Steam. Priced at $3.99 USD / £3.99 / 3,99€, including the 20% discount.

[phantasmagcrical]

✂︎ ━━    OH , he'd definitely thought wrong about the thorny exterior ; she had that written all over herself as a means of protection, no amount of joking around would slit the thorns from the stem, even if his entire being was meant to enact a cocky sense of humor. His actions that day had been nothing short of infuriating, a reminder of why heroes were both needlessly tiring and overwhelmingly fair -- although maybe he should apologize for breaking into her room and causing her to destroy it. Whoops.

     His posture doesn't change ; he feels in his bones that if she'd wanted him gone, the sorceress would have cast him away by force until he ran out of steam and was forced to retreat before she could swiftly put an end to him (that wouldn't deter him either, but he'd rather not test his luck by hex). Maybe his bias extended beyond what he knew, but he'd declare sweetly in his mind that her desires to steal that amulet were proof to him that somethin inside her wanted to do good -- wanted to prove she wasn't all bad in some manner. Projecting might be a nasty habit of his, but when she'd turned her back on Madame Rouge, her idol, and then denied stealing with the rest of her team, Kid Flash felt that it had proven his theory...

     ❝ Not all heroes start off as good people, ❞ he'd contest her. There were plenty that had actions that counteracted their days spent now ; so many were willing to cast aside their previous morals to gain new ones -- second chances and a change of heart some might say. She had a good heart beneath it all, he was certain of it, even if she'd deny it wholeheartedly until the day one of them died, but he refused to give up on her. ❝ If you're still bad, why haven't you attacked me? Oil and water doesn't mix well, but here we are -- a villain and a hero talking to each other like it's a casual day -- no fighting, no pain, no arrests... ❞

     A step forward, cautiously, eyebrow beneath mask cocking at her ; it's to prove a point, a parallel to their encounter at the museum, to showcase he, once again, was placing his trust in her. ❝ I know you're better than that life, Jinx ; you can try to deny it, but, if you'd really wanted to, you could have killed me instead to prove that point to her. ❞ Any other villain could have and maybe would have, or they'd have taken him back to containment away from her, called in reinforcements to keep their prisoner, but she...let him leave (and she didn't destroy the rose he left her). ❝ -- more that, I know you want to be respected. ❞

     ❝ What’s it to you? ❞ Kid Flash was incredibly frustrating. She didn’t know why he insisted that there was something more to her than the life she already led. Goodness was something that was unfathomable for the sorceress, considering the life that she had been brought up in, and the capabilities of her powers. Bad was written all over her.

     ❝ Well, you thought wrong. ❞ At least that was what she wanted to believe; that he hadn’t tempted her with a way out of the life that she led. Because frankly, she was tiring of it. Tired of having to worry about when the next meal was going to be, having to feel the fear of escaping after a failed heist. Even stealing was becoming a rather stale endeavor, despite the fun that it initially had. It was a job with no respect, and even the things Jinx obtained offered a fleeting satiation to the hollowness that she felt. ❝ Don’t get used to it, Kid Flash. That was to prove a point to Madame Rouge; that I’m no one’s little pawn. ❞

     Maybe she had considered it. Perhaps there had been a part of her that had dreamed that something like this would happen. That someone would offer her a way out of the hell she was living, to bring her into the light and show her that there was more to life than she thought. An exasperated sigh escaped past her lips, pink cat-like eyes watching him with a scrutinizing gaze. ❝ Why do you keep insisting? Haven’t you seen the kind of stuff that I’ve done? I’m not a good person, Kid Flash. ❞

     And she probably was never going to be. She was too wrapped up in the life of crime. This city was not going to offer her a second chance, so why should he?

[ask-ozai]

Iroh got rice and apples in prison, kinda unfair of Zuko to only give you soup.

That is why the vendetta theory is beginning to lose steam. Unless anyone can tell me if Azula is being fed only carrots. Which I highly doubt, or the news of her death would have been impossible to hide. Azula would rather starve than eat that. She once set her mother's hair on fire when Ursa tried to give her mashed carrots.

No, I am almost convinced that the country is in recession and there is no money for food. The new Economy Minister (Koph? The weird daughter of the Lord of Gaoling. I have never seen a child more dirty. Don't they take showers in Gaoling?) has no experience at all. The guards talk about her economic policies from time to time and I listen to them. Apparently Koph Beingfond is lowering taxes, putting ecologic regulations on industries and promoting development in rural areas with state funds.

In theory it sounds good. In practice, I bet my clothes (my only possession) that the soups will turn into glasses of water in less than a year.