#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

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S6E07: Junkyard Dawgs

Storylines

The Homeboys are frozen out of the tits trade; Stanley Bukowski crime flashback; Stanley starts dealing weed brownies out of the cafeteria; Stanley its steamed to death in the boiler room; the Homeboys go back into telemarketing to steal credit card numbers

Stella gets her lumpectomy; Pablo shanks an Aryan and gets send to the Hole; all is well with Stella; the TV crowd makes fun of Busmalis; Norma is late to the wedding but shows up in the end;

Idzik is impatient for Omar to kill him; McManus doesn’t believe Omar; Idzik describes his existential crisis; Idzik kills Omar when he refuses to kill Idzik;

Robson has HIV;

Ryan is in denial about Cyril not being in the clear yet; Gloria ???; Ryan wants to work at the hospital; Seamus O’Reily crime flashback;

Schillinger auditions for the play; Beecher gets MacDuff; Beecher confronts Schillinger and Keller in the library; Keller tells Schillinger he’ll kill Beecher; Keller tells Beecher he’s playing Schillinger;

McManus asks Ruiz to see Miguel; Miguel visits with Cathy Jo again; Schillinger pressures Miguel about signing the papers

Alonzo Torquemada crime flashback; he arrives at Oz with plans to take things over;

Yood warns Glynn to drop the Loewen investigation; Eleanor and Glynn romance is discovered by Tim;

Correctional Officer’s association; McManus goes to retrieve Glynn who is nowhere to be found; Glynn has already been stabbed, dying in the gym;

Sister: You think no one’s going to notice? …You think no one’s going to notice? …You think no one’s going to notice? …You think no one’s going to notice?

Me: Why is he still here?! Sister: What do they stay so late for?

Sister: When has [Omar] ever schemed? Why would he be scheming right now? No, he does things spur of the moment.

Sister: Does he have some kind of life insurance policy out where he can’t kill himself and needs someone else to do it? Me: I have a new theory that his family died or his wife left him and took the kids or something, because he said he had a family. Which means something must have happened to them. Sister: Yeah, and he wants to leave them the life insurance money to make up for being a loser.

Sister: How he treats his special projects, haha.

Sister: They’re still doing this damn play? What, is the season finale gonna be the doing this play? And someone gets shot?

Sister: She came alone? Me: Yeah, you’d expect her to show up with guards. Sister: Yeah, especially because there was the whole realization with McManus. It seemed like they were all going to come running, but it's just her.

Sister: Why are they still introducing new characters?! Aren’t they supposed to be ending the show?

Sister: …Why would Miguel be the man to know? He’s not even in the drug trade. Me: I ask this myself.

Sister: He has a backdoor? In his bathroom?

Sister: The turn out for this party is not great.

Stray Thoughts

Bukowski getting arrested while shoveling weed brownies in his mouth is so fucking funny

What was McManus’s 40th bday party that they (according to Murphy) were wearing tuxedos?

Torquemada in the background of the episode before he's even arrived:

They must've filmed his bits first because Bukowski's still alive in the background of his arrival, too.

Sister’s Final Thoughts

“Why did they have a back door into the bathroom of the warden’s office?”

“They didn’t need to add the weed guy. They could’ve just foiled them a different way.”

Sister thought Miguel looking around the visiting room and hearing the baby crying was supposed to be spooky and signaled that he would back away from Cathy Jo

New Predictions by Sister

Someone will die during the play

O’Reily’s dad will either die or get incapacitated

Stella will come back next episode to finish her story with Bob

They’re not going to find Leo’s killer (the investigators will be as incompetent as he is)

Nobody else is getting out of prison

Something will happen to Cathy Jo, depending on how much the writers want him to go with Chico… (Me: The writers don’t want that… That’s just me). Oh, okay, then she’ll live and the baby crying wasn’t an evil omen but an angelic chord of inspiration. So Miguel will get with that lady and become the new leader of the Aryan Brotherhood. And that will be how the Latinos win. (Me: Be serious…)

Maybe the new gay guy will take over Em City like he wanted to and that’s how the Gays will end up winning.

Do they have a spinoff show? Because if they do, they're going to introduce like five more characters.

[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.

[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!

[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.

[minaliluma]

Steam Prison: Beyond the Steam - Small Review

Haaah, I'm really disappointed of the game. I was looking forward to new Fin content and to be able to date Sachsen (I liked the first game and Fin is one of my favourite LIs of all time). Sadly this game didn't deliver..

First of all the game is really short in general. All the routes in the cainibal story and the new theory story felt more like prologues than anything else, only to leave you hanging when it finally gets interesting. There is hardly any romance as well (mostly because of the way cyrius is written as a character). The little bonus content is pretty boring as well and I freaking hated the mini game petite prison (how can a minigame be this hard?!) No seriously, I didn't manage to find all the mistakes so I gave up (after hours of trying). Screw the final cg 😡 Annd the story "a new theory" was a huge let down. No romance at all between Sachsen and Cyrius and the Fin route was hardly satisfying as well. Come on, I wanted to date a broken Fin (as obsessed as he was in the first game)(pls don't question my taste 🤣) but his route was just sad..

Positive things: The localisation is well done, the cgs are pretty and the general artwork, voice actors and music were fine. I also enjoyed some of the moments I got with my husbando 🙃

Anyway the game gets 4/10 points from me. Wait for a sale if you wanna get it. This is still only my opinion so do what you want I guess 😂

[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!"

[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

[swordduels]

Her eyes narrowed as Regalia kept smirking without any sense of fear despite the obvious threat. Circe found it strange how calm she was compared with the earlier panic as their love making had been abruptly interrupted. It didn’t make sense that mortals instilled more fear than someone like Circe who could turn anyone into an animal. Unless all of it had been a ploy to gain sympathy. Though it seemed unlikely with how enthusiastic Regalia had been to pound her into five or ten more orgasms. Maybe this was her way to keep her pride intact and hold her power over Circe. That made more sense. Though a part of her began to wonder how much had been planned out from the start. Some of these happenings seemed too well put together to be accidental. The dead bodies being found around her living quarter, the already existing OnlyFans and her sob story about being homeless. Circe’s nose wrinkled as she looked at the shaking knife before facing Regalia. It wasn’t her own hand trembling but the knife itself. This was not even her own doing since she didn’t actively performing any spells. 

How much of this had been planned out from the start? 

“I always do and you know it, darling.” Her voice was calm but serious before she looked at the knife as it slowly cracked and turned into pure dust before disappearing without a trace. Oh Gods. Regalia had already regained her dangerous abilities thanks to Circe’s aid and the sexual recordings spreading like wildfire. This process was much faster now with social media compared to how wife collections had been like in the olden days. During those times she had used far more violence to force people into subjects. Right now the focus was to squeeze out energy from Circe while tapping into lusting followers. Then what? With Regalia’s thirst for power she wouldn’t be satisfied with sharing an apartment and having a simpler lifestyle.  No. She would likely expand this business and maybe fish for more women  and maybe some men to join in. Circe met her gaze with a sweet smile. “I guess we don’t have to post more videos or sleep together now that you are able to pulverize your enemies again.” She spoke with a sugary voice while her eyes kept storming with emotions as Regalia not so secretly threatened her in turn. It was impossible to stop the followers from flocking or spreading videos but she could in theory step away from it all and let her be. In theory. Regalia would never leave any loose ends and she had always been obsessed with keeping her wives unless they became a nuisance or lost value for any reason.  “It’s called putting up boundaries and I believe it’s time we discuss some ground rules if this is going to work. For starters, is there anything else you’ve done that I need to know regarding crimes that could put me in prison?”

The silence between them was heavy with Circe waiting for a response of some sort. Be it an apology, explanation or agreement to keep some boundaries between them.  Circe crossed her arms while facing her with a stern gaze. The way Regalia touched her own blood before tasting it made her wrinkle her nose. Toying around with blood was something she had not seen before.and seemed uncharacteristic for someone like Regalia.

“Lovely.” She huffed and shook her head while resisting the urge to punch away that wide smirk. “I’m on a sex strike until further notice and you can sleep on the floor.” Most of her anger was on the lower side as she began to prepare plates and utensils. After filling both plates she placed them in different places. One onto the kitchen table for herself. However Regalia would find a steaming plate by the floor in front of her. Circe kept quiet while devouring every piece of egg and bacon while listening to the news report. It was tempting to drop her phone into a glass of water but then she would need to buy a new one. @fallesto

The smirk didn’t falter but her eyes searched Circe’s. The blade was cold against her throat and she felt the slight tremble of the knife as Circe held it steady. The tension in the room was palpable and she knew she had crossed a line. 

She took a step back and leaned away from the counter. “You think you’ve got all the power here, Circe. But you’re wrong. You’re playing with fire.”

And then with a glance at the blade, Circe felt the weight of the knife in her hand and the tremble grew stronger. The blade would become heaver and begin to rust, break, shatter, decay as it shattered not even into shards, nor dust, it was as if it had merely vanished from the world itself as her golden eyes blinked several times.

Her eyes then locked on Circe’s, a hint of something unreadable flickering in their depths. Then, with a casual grace that seemed to mock the gravity of the situation, she touched the crimson line on her throat. Her fingertip came away stained with blood, which she brought to her lips and licked off with a smirk. 

“You’re getting feisty. It’s been a while since someone’s had the nerve to challenge me like this.”

Holding the crimson droplet between her thumb and forefinger, she raised it in the light. The blood looked almost black in the dim kitchen, a stark contrast to the pristine whiteness of her skin. Her eyes grew darker as she contemplated the power she had at her fingertips. This one drop of her blood could be the spark to ignite a firestorm of destruction that would consume the city. It was a power she used, a trump card she kept hidden from everyone, including Circe. That with her blood, she can destroy an entire nation, just one droplet would be enough to slaughter not thousands, but millions with no one able to stop her.

But as she held the droplet there, watching it quiver with every beat of her heart, she felt a strange thrill. The idea of reducing the world to ashes was tempting, but it was a thrill she had always kept in check. Her love for chaos had boundaries, even if they were as elastic as the moral lines she danced around. The room was silent except for the sizzling of the bacon and the distant hum of the city outside. She knew Circe was waiting for a response, expecting her to back down or perhaps even apologize.

“Only because I love you.”

Her smirk grew wider, a silent dare to Circe’s unspoken challenge. She hopped onto the counter with an agility that belied the weight of her decision. The news played on the phone, a mundane backdrop to the tension between them. She licked the blood from her finger with a dramatic flourish, savoring the metallic taste, watching the amusing reactions play across Circe’s face. The news anchor’s voice grew louder as the headline of a missing people cases caught her attention. Something that was of course, linked to her, stealing hearts, murdering and erasing people from existence, her trademarks, besides.

It was a game she enjoyed, just how much Circe tolerates her antics.

[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? 

[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.

[not-that-dillinger]

Act I Scene 3

Daybreak came, and Ed had no idea what to expect from his new situation. The only thing he knew was he was a political prisoner, and he still feared that Duke Bradley would take Eos away.

Eventually, he heard a knock on the other door, and the creak of its hinges as it opened. A soprano voice called out from the other side of the door, "breakfast, Your Highness." For a moment, Ed continued to lay curled around Eos's sun warmed metal shell, but eventually hunger won out, and he hesitantly stepped into the other chamber.

Whoever had brought the food was gone, but a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal topped with fresh peaches sat on the small table with a wooden spoon, and an equally hot mug of tea.

Ed couldn't remember the last time he had a warm meal.

Ed drank the tea, and ate little, though he barely made a dent in what was ultimately a small meal. He'd gone back to his room, and cautiously curled around Eos again. He'd been there for less than an hour when someone else knocked on his door. "Your highness?" a tenor voice called. A young man dressed in Bradly's colors--one of the servants that ran the castle opened the door. He carried a basket on one arm "Come on, your highness, I am taking you to the baths."

Ed glanced at the guard behind the servant, and cautiously got up. They herded him through the castle toward a small room for bathing.

Inside is a shallow pool with steam gently rising from it. The entire room smelled strongly of sulfur. If Ed remembered his geography of the region correctly, the water was supplied from one of the numerous geothermal pools in the region.

In theory, Ed knew if the Duke wanted him dead, there would have been plenty of opportunity the past two days, but all he could think about was the possibility that they were going to drown him.

The servant stripped him from his clothes, removed his glasses, then firmly prodded him into the pool and with a firm hand to his shoulder, then managed to get him to sit on the ledge.

The warm water was nice. It helped soothe aches from a month of travel and then remaining still for so long.

"Alright, close your eyes, your highness." The servant said. "I'm gonna get you nice and wet, and then start with your hair." He retrieved a small bucket, filled it with water from the pool, and tipped it over Ed's head.

He then ran a bar of shampoo through Ed's hair, gently swatting away Ed's hands when he tried to take the soap to bathe himself. "Name's Wiglaf," the servant said quietly. "I'm mostly a bathing attendant, but I also assist Fatima, the house physician. You'll probably meet her at some point.'" Wiglaf said.

He continued to talk while he worked. He told Ed about the baths. Baths, because there were no less than four within the castle walls. One for the Duke and his family--including the young king, one for guests, a third for the staff that lived within the castle, and a fourth attached to the barracks. He confirmed that they were drew water from a geothermal lake just outside the city, just like the public baths in the city. Soon enough, Wiglaf finished, hauled Ed out of the pool, and wrapped him in a warm towel. From what Ed could tell, the magic used to warm it woven into the fabric itself. It was sell made.

Once dried off, Wiglaf dressed Ed in a different set of clothes that were in the basket than the ones Ed had walked to the baths in. They didn't quite fit Ed correctly, slightly too long and loose on his thin frame, but they were soft and warm. Finally, Wiglaf collected Ed's clothes, and put them in the basket. "Come, Johannes should be done resetting your quarters."

Wiglaf and Ed's guard for the day escorted him back to his room, and Wiglaf handed the basket to another servant--Johannes--who exited Ed's rooms with a larger basket containing bed linens.

"The Duke will be by shortly with Diarmaid," Johannes told him, then left with the laundry.

Ed hesitantly entered his rooms. Johannes had set Eos in one of the chairs at the table in the main room. Ed picked his creation up, carried him back to the bedroom, and lay the warforged back in his bed.

He probably could have guessed that Johannes had changed the linens on his bed from the contents of the basket, but... Others had access to his rooms. To Eos. They could just decide at any point to take Eos from him, and Ed wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Ed paced the two rooms, shoulders tight and stomach aching from stress. He froze when there was a knock at his door, and stared at it like a startled deer. Duke Bradley stepped into the room, followed by a man old enough to have been Ed's grandfather, wearing a silk cloak and a a woman in her early twenties pushing a cart filled with bolts of cloth. Tron trailed in after them, then shut the door, and stood in front off it with his arms crossed.

"Good morning, Prince Edward," the Duke greeted him. "This is Diarmait," he introduced when Ed didn't respond. "He is the tailor hired on staff here, and one of the best in the kingdom. He's here to take your measurements and draft up designs for some outfits for you. He brought a selection of fabrics for you to choose from. The lovely young lady with him is his apprentice, Enara."

Ed nodded tensely. The bath had been a little overwhelming, and the thought of having another person handle him made his skin crawl, and yet. Ed didn't dare object, even if he cold voice his objections. Diarmait produced a cloth measuring tape, and stepped toward Ed.

Ed didn't mean to react, but he must have done something, because Diarmait stopped and glanced at the Duke. "Perhaps it would be better if we started by drafting some designs?" the tailor suggested.

The Duke nodded.

"Have a look through the cart while I sketch up some basic designs, your highness," Diarmait said. "If my memory serves me well, you're getting a whole wardrobe, so any fabric you think you might like, pull it out, give it to Enara."

The tailor and his apprentice stepped out of the way, and let Ed approach the cart. The fabrics were stunning and rich, not what Ed would have expected for a prisoner.

Unless...

Duke Bradley expected Ed to be his puppet. An object to be paraded around, but otherwise expected to behave as directed.

Ed was back in the same situation he had fled from.

He pulled out a bolt of ruby red and emerald green silks, another of a black damask. A lavender and silver brocade fabric caught his eye, and it felt cool and soft in his hand when he ran it through it. Something like that costed a fortune, and it was typically used for dresses, not for men's clothing. He left it in the cart, electing more fabrics in jewel tones.

When he finished going through the fabric, Diarmait showed him several basic designs, and asked him simple yes or no questions to alter the designs until Ed was comfortable with them. It felt like hours later that they finished with the designs, and by that point, Ed was exhausted.

"Last thing I need are measurements," Diarmait said. Ed tensely nodded, and grit his teeth while Diarmait took his measurements and relayed them to Enara, who wrote them down. Just as soon as the process started, it was over, and then Diarmait and his apprentice were gone.

And then so were the Duke and his warforged.

Ed returned to his room to curl up with Eos. Before Ed had the time to realize it, he found himself lulled into a doze, the late morning sunshine forming a pool of warmth over his bed. He awoke some time later when someone else knocked on his door. "Your mid-day meal is served, your highness," another servant called.

Ed remained in bed until hunger won out, and crept back into the other room, to find that his breakfast had been replaced with a light meal of bread, cheese, fruit, and cured meat. Ed... still wasn't very hungry, and he felt nauseous from the stress of his situation. He ate little, then returned to Eos, and paced the room. As exhausted as he still was, he felt restless after doing little else but sitting and laying down for over a week. He itched for something to do with his hands. A loom and thread, if not to restore Eos, then to make a tapestry or a blanket or... anything, really.

Ed turned in his pacing, caught sight of his chest of drawers, and froze. Someone had left a lantern. Ed was certain it hadn't been there that morning before he'd been escorted out. ...Had... someone left it for him? Ed couldn't guess who.

He spent the rest of the day watching the city out the window, until someone brought him dinner, and his room fell into darkness.

The week passed in a similar pattern, except that Ed's clothes were returned to him washed, dried, and folded the second day, and his new clothes were delivered to his room in the days following.

Ed spent most of his time watching the city out the window, partly in hopes of spotting the cloaked figure again, partly because it was the only thing that even remotely eased his anxiety. There wasn't much else to do, other than pace, or eat, or sleep.

Ed ate little.

He slept less.

He'd been at Duke Bradley's castle for about a week when that pattern finally changed. The day started with a surprise. He'd thought he'd received the last of his the clothes they had ordered, except when he walked into the other room for breakfast, there was a package wrapped in paper. Inside he was a long cloak, made from a lightweight, midnight blue wool twill, and lined with the lavender and sliver brocade.

It was lighter than it should have been, and the fabric was softer than most wool fabrics he'd encountered. When he put it on, it radiated a mild warmth, and yet Ed couldn't sense any magic on it. Any magic that had gone into it's construction was well concealed.

In the evening, one of the servants knocked, and entered, as usual. Ed expected them to announce the evening meal and leave, as had been the pattern over the past six days. Except there was a second knock on his bedroom door.

It wasn't one of the castle's staff, but one of the guards who opened the door. "Prince Edward, Duke Bradley requests your presence at dinner tonight. I am to escort you there."

Ed nodded tensely, and allowed himself to be herded out of the room and off toward dinner... and whatever else that might entail.

/* ...So... Ed's fantasy AU has consumed my brain the past... week? Less? Something like that. So... Have... A Thing. IDK what it is but it sure is words. Presenting... */

What's Past Is Prologue

Or: A prelude to Ed's Fantasy AU

Act I Scene 1

Ed curled around Eos's cold, dormant form in a bed that was barely big enough for the both of them. Pale moonlight glinted off his warforged companion's body, and Ed could almost pretend it was the glow of the Spark that gave his creation life. He lay awake, back to the wall the tiny bed was pushed against, watching the door opposite him in the dark. Eos would have told him to sleep, but fear of an attack in his sleep--from his father's forces whom he'd fled from, or from those of the Alan Bradley, Duke of Torvaldia, whose hospitality he was at the mercy of--and the unfamiliarity of his surroundings made rest difficult, despite the exhaustion. He hadn't slept much in over a month, and Ed feared what would happen when exhaustion finally won out and forced him to sleep.

His new quarters were... nice, all things considered. They were small; much smaller than what he had grown up with, smaller than the Duke's, or the young king and Duke's ward's, but he had sleeping quarters connected to another chamber for receiving guests. The sheets on his bed weren't quite as warm or soft as what he'd had before, but getting that sort of quality was difficult, even for a master weaver. He had a nearly empty set of drawers to store the single change of clothes and few possessions he came with, and a window with a view of the city. He could tell the window was magically reinforced from the slight distortion of the view. It would take the force of a heavy siege cannon to break the it. Still, his current accommodations were oddly comfortable, given his situation, and Ed couldn't be picky. It certainly beat the dungeon cell he'd been confined to the past week, or napping on the ground wherever he could find decent cover like he had for the month prior. Ed wasn't sure if his current situation was better than his previous one or not.

It was still a prison, gilded in gold, just like the one he'd fled from over a month ago.

He curled tighter around the dull metal shell that had been his friend and constant companion the past five years, and the reason he'd fled the comfort of his own home. He wouldn't mind captivity so much, or the humiliation of begging his father's enemy for asylum, only to be thrown in the dungeon, if Eos was still active and safe. Ed could, of course, revive his creation, if only he had his loom.

Except he had destroyed it before he fled, and he doubted the Duke would allow him to build a new one.

That the Duke allowed him to keep his Eos's dormant shell might have been a small kindness, but it felt like a cruel taunt. All he had was a hollow metal shell, and the fear that his warden would take that away as well.

Eventually, restlessness forced Ed out of his bed. He paced the length of the room several times, then cautiously perched on the window sill, and stared out across the city. Somewhere, out beyond the city wall, were the ruins of a tower on a small island in the middle of a lake. "A few hours' ride," the Duke had said, "though it will take a few months to make it a suitable living space."

A suitable prison to contain an artificer, Ed had no doubt.

The city was silent, only a few guards on patrol out in the streets.

...And a lone cloaked figure, hidden in the shadows of a nearby alley. Ed leaned in, intrigued. What were they up to? They were facing the mouth of the alley, face tilted up, as though watching the sky.

Not the sky, he realized, his eyes meeting the mysterious figure's. Him.

Ed threw himself backward away from the window, his heartbeat drumming rapidly in his throat. He yelped as he stumbled backward into the bed, and fell over Eos. The metallic sound of his creation's empty shell echoed through the room like that of a gong.

The door opened, and light flooded the room.

"Prince Edward?"

Ed tensed, then turned over quickly and wrapped his arms around his creation.

"Is everything alright?" Ed hesitantly looked up and squinted in the blinding light at the guard hovering over him, the hand not holding the lantern at the hilt of his sword.

Gawain, if Ed remembered correctly. He glanced back toward the window.

Gawain dimmed the light on his lantern, and furrowed his brow in confusion. "Did you see something out the window?" He hesitantly stepped toward the window to check it out. "I don't see anything out there, your highness," he said after a minute.

Ed rolled off of Eos, off of the bed and onto his feet. He hesitantly approached the window, attempting to keep his distance between himself and Gawain.

The alley where the cloaked figure had been was empty.

Ed stared out the window, frantic to find where they had went, but he couldn't find them.

"Get some rest, your highness," Gawain said. "You are perfectly safe here." He moved toward the bed, toward Eos, and Ed dived for the dormant warforged, wrapping his arms around his creation, desperate to not let anyone take Eos away from him again. Gawain froze and stared at him with a look of confusion. "Very well, Prince Edward. Sleep well." He slipped back out of the room and shut the door behind him, leaving Ed once more in darkness.

Ed climbed in bed, and curled around Eos.

Sleep, however, did not come.

[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.

[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.