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[nickolashx]

Eastern Mind: The Lost Souls of Tong Nou (1994)

Eastern Mind: The Lost Souls of Tong Nou is an unnerving 1994 point-and-click adventure game by Japanese artist Osamu Sato.

Rin wakes up to find that his soul has been stolen by a living island known as Tong-Nou. In his quest to restore his soul, he reincarnates as several different creatures, fulfilling their respective lives.

[pigswithwings]

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[mendely]

father crashout

[nellasbookplanet]

I've been thinking about Mollymauk, as I'm periodically wont to do, and the fandom discussion about him as a moral compass. Because the interesting thing here is, Molly wasn’t a very moral character. He was an unrepentant scammer. He had no respect for interpersonal boundaries and would deliberately push and break them. Generally, he was an asshole. As far as actually having a strong moral stance I would say Fjord was the standout of early m9, and to some extent Beau.

But here’s the thing: almost all of early m9 thought of themselves as horrible people. Fjord had been bullied so bad growing up that he still dealt with self-hate from it, and now suffered from survivor's guilt to boot. Caleb had killed his own parents. Beau, while she hated her dad, also had internalized self-hate and on some level thought she’d been such a shitty daughter she deserved his treatment. Nott was stuck in a body she considered monstrous. Yasha had survivor's guilt and knew she’d done bad things in her blank spots. Even when they did good, they didn’t think of themselves as good. Most of them were suspicious and asocial and faced the world with the same kind of distrust they expected to be (and were experienced in being) met with. (Jester was an exception, an agent of neither good nor bad but of amoral chaos)

But Molly was different. He was outspoken about loving life and people. He wanted to spread joy, even to people he didnt know or had even met: he slipped coin into people's pockets, hid a silver in a tree just so some stranger would one day be happy to find it. He openly cared for the party early on; was one of the first to step in and help Caleb when he went catatonic in battle. Above all, Molly had rules: where everyone else would agonize over what was the right or wrong or smart thing to do, Molly loudly proclaimed we don't leave people behind, and we leave every place better than we found it.

But the thing about Molly’s rules was, they were largely a cover. While the rest of the m9 thought they were bad even as they did good, Molly thought of himself as good even as he did bad. He scammed people, but made it a good and memorable experience, therefore thinking he gave more than he took. He charmed Nott and Fjord without consent, and when confronted would claim it was to help them. Out of the group, Beau saw through this, not because she was a better person but because she was a cynic. She saw that he caused harm, just as she did, and was personally affronted that he still thought of himself as good and tried to leave people happy, whereas she deliberately left every place worse than she found it.

I see Molly as a moral compass of the group not because he was actually any more moral than them, but because they made him their template. He was joy and brightness and he died trying to save them because it was the right thing to do, and they all chose to honor him by emulating his rules more than Molly himself ever did, because to them it was more than just a cover, backed up by genuine moral thought and discussion rather than small gestures. He taught them that it was possible to be kind of a shit person and still be good, to still love yourself and others. The idealized Molly they created never existed, and finally died for good when they resurrected him in the end and were met with a stranger, who they welcomed with the same love and care they would've expected Molly to show them.

[ezlo-x]

Every single time I see those twitter accounts that go “wind waker/twilight princess for the switch!!” This image i made a while back pops in my head once in a while

[ansleof]

Jam on!

[lion-buddy]

did some screenshot edits for fun :]

ogs r under the cut ^^

[sweetestflow3rs]

since you called her cute 🫶💞

[pendulouspuppyudders]

i will say, having modded switch games myself on a somewhat underpowered laptop i definitely believe the switch 2 can eventually be emulated with decently low overhead. nintendo is still skimping on its specs and the structure of their os and consoles hasn't changed much since the gamecube so the people who work on emulation have a lot to work with. if you have even a decent computer and are willing to wait it will definitely be cheaper to wait for emulation cuz it's really not such a pipe dream. not everyone is in that position tho so please remember this is just a valid option not the Only Moral Option Forever

[soupy-sez]

Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus - Muggshot guards

[al-mayriti]

man remember when games were 40€

[electricpurrs]

my plan is in motion

[dearhartselfships]

shoutout to spriter's resource for the sprite references i used and @strawbeaniie for putting this event on!!

[poisonheartfrog]

I made Jay Ferin in this dress up game from 2008 (Style Savvy)

[keiitopop]

despite being a nintendo fan LET IT BE KNOW that i pirate their games. it's just me and my homebrewed wii against the world.............

[hd-cookie]

You ever think about Father Gascoigne and how he’s a summon for the Cleric Beast.

(A cut because whoops I wrote more than intended)

You’re a fresh faced hunter that either fought or ran for their life from the mob in the initial first area.

Catching your breath by the fountain, surrounded by empty carts and debris in the town square. Save for a couple pesky birds, it seems safe enough (as safe this godforsaken city can be, anyway). It’s the creak of an iron wrought gate, that makes you jump out of your skin. Suddenly there’s a shadow hovering over you. There, an obscenely tall priest stands behind you with as the gate beyond shuts closed tightly (you see a small shadowy figure retreat, but it could be your eyes tricking you).

The priest chuffs at your bewilderment, maybe pokes fun on how you seem a hair trigger away from swinging at you. It’s only when he registers your outlandish garb, the scent of medicine mixed with blood, that you’re a hunter newly made.

So maybe he takes you under his wing for awhile once you mention your goal to resching the Cathedral Bridge - he has places to be, but he knows what its like to be a new blood on the first night of the hunt.

You follow the old hunters lead, letting him take the vanguard while you learn the rhythm of the hunt. Its a wonder how Gascoigne descends upon the prey, primal and decisive with the cleave of his axe. While Gascoigne overwhelms your foes, you learn to fire your pistol at the right time to bring down your foes to their knees. Who knows, maybe you manage to get the Good Hunter out of hairy situations once or twice - but not as much Father Gascoigne does for you.

You finally pass that giant on the bridge, coming up to the Cathedral Bridge Gilbert had mentioned before. It seems your errand is complete, and it’s time to part ways. Until an unholy screech rips through the air, and the ground trembles beneath your feet as antlers rise beyond the bridge walls. Your heart hammers in your ears, having only taken on hunting hounds and men, but feel a firm hand at your shoulder. “Steady, and eyes up.” Father Gascoigne instructs evenly, his nostrils flaring as he exhales gruffly. You wonder if those words were for him as much as they were for you. You think he’s excited to take on the fight, as you both grip your weapons for what is to come.

When the dust settles, and the discovery of that the way is blocked, you stand at the foot of the gate, exhausted and dismayed. Maybe Gilbert would have further insight, or even your newfound ally. Yet Father Gascoigne seems…distracted, as he heaves his axe away from the wretched flesh of the Cleric Beast with a wet sound. Getting closer to him, you hear his breath heave as he draws the axe away, gaze trained on the red stain. It’s only from several calls, that he seems to heed you. The trance that hung over him brushed aside, Gascoigne grins toothily, slapping you on the back that knocks the air out of you. “You’ll survive this night just yet.”

The both of you divulge your plans - you, are to tread back to look for an alternative way into the Cathedral Ward. While Father Gascoigne gives you a vague direction where he plans to continue his hunt. Your task set before you, you part and wish one another luck for the night. You hope, that the both of you survive to see the end of it.

You carve your way through Yharnam. Killing quickly becomes second nature for the sake of survival, you’re no longer queasy from the sprays of blood and hacking into meat. Crossing the bridge and slaying a mob, your stride is confident as you are set on your destination - through the aquaduct and into the Cathedral Ward.

The mists of the graveyard curl around you, obscuring your vision as the night grows darker. Yet, the glint of an handaxe in the moonlight and the black garb is undeniably familiar. Yet.

Something is wrong.

Enough to turn your blood cold as Father Gascoigne turns to you, axe brandished and breath heaving as it did with the cleric beast.

Your comradery, will not be found in this hunter as it had before.