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In vain, it was all in vain. The hero was but a puppet, striving to help the imaginary population of a town that was nothing more than a drawing. Strangely, there is still not a word to be heard from the Powers That Be. Perhaps they became bored of it all… or were called back home for supper.

-Daniil Dankovsky in his Journal in Pathologic Classic HD

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they're just people in costumes right?

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Aglaya is easily the most tortured character in Pathologic like I sincerely wish it was possible to rescue her from just. Anything.

The Powers-That-Be say Daniil, Artemy, and Clara are their least favorite playthings, but they absolutely hate Aglaya the most. They hate that she has seen their reality and deduced (or perhaps remembers) their game, they hate that she knows how to solve it, and so everything is designed to fall on her head every single time, and she’s just too many layers of ‘not real’ to do anything but nudge things, and hope it makes things right. but invariably she’s labeled as a manipulating traitor because her hands are too tied to reveal everything she knows. Her truth has to fit in the framework of reality everyone else still believes - which of course makes it a lie. But its a sort of protection too, that she can never really explain. Like. ‘If I told you the terms of our reality, and the way we truly exist, would you even want to keep going?’ And in Daniil’s case, NO!

RAHHHHH PATHOLOGIC IS SO GOOD

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I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE

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oh how i love them

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Was recording all the different twyrine extract recipes today and stumbled upon quite possibly the worst concoction ever created

2 black twyre 2 bloody twyre for anyone wondering

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THIS on the other hand is the sexiest thing I've yet seen from pathologic.

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P1 daniil looks like a 20 something boy genius I-did-premed-when-i-was-14 ass vs P2 daniil who is very much in his 30s trying to delay the onset of twinkdeath by commissioning the cuntiest coat vaguely 1920s russia has ever seen

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misophonia

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Hey dude. I noticed that you seem to be having a lot of symbolic association with the ouroboros icon and I just wanted to know if you were like. ok. or like, that you're experiencing time linearly and not stuck in an eternal loop of the same events.

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YEAH. And I think about how Isidor and Simon co-ordinated the two of them being dead by the time Daniil arrives and trap him in the town to face the outbreak whilst inheriting Simon's bound. It follows that they'd been scouting him as the new Utopian head for a long time, so how much of that friendship was genuine vs. building the necessary trust to reel him in by revealing Simon's lifespan only at that crucial moment? I am often pacing wildly about those fucked up old men playing dollies with their heirs.

You ever think of Isador and Daniil’s friendship? Cause I do. I think about it a lot.

(I’m referring to Patho classic cause so far in my gameplay of Patho 2 it seems that Daniil has a slightly different backstory as to how he got to the town)

But like, they were friends and I feel crazy because no one talks about it. Like they exchanged letters. Daniil tells Yulia that he knows what a Shabnak is because Isador told him. Daniil trusts what Rubin is doing because it’s based on Isador’s notes, and when Artemiy tells Daniil that he has his father’s notes on him Daniil asks to see them.

Like I know when we think of the people who are grieving we think of the town and Artemiy. But like, do you think Daniil grieves his friend? Do you think Daniil feels like he just about missed him? After all he arrives to the town the very night Isador is murdered.

When he’s hunting for the murderer of Simon Kain do you think he was relieved to go see Isador? After having found out his journey was doomed from the start do you think he wanted to talk not just about his task from the Kains, but to his friend? To discuss their lives without the barrier of hundreds of miles and the delivery time of letters?

Do you think that he was not just devastated to find his life work in jeprody again, but also his friend, the man who’s extended a helping hand when he was in need, dead? Murdered? By his own son no less?

Do you think he misses the practicality having his friend would bring? How his wishes for a quarentine get ignored by the towns people, but if Isador was here, if his friend were still alive, the quarantines would work and more people would be saved?

I don’t know man I just keep coming back to it.

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страшно представить что на этот раз присниться..

):|

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ranking the best things I have heard surgeons say mid-surgery:

1. "Five second rule!" while scrubbed, after dropping a sterile scalpel on the floor (no they did NOT pick it up again but I swear everyone's buttholes puckered)

2. (spoken during the closing of a particularly long and difficult case) "Nurse - my tunes." :heavy metal starts blasting:

3. Gently to a fretful patient, pre-anaesthesia: "It's going to be okay. I promise, I've dealt with worse." As soon as the patient is unconscious: "This is literally the worst thing I've ever seen."

4. [okay this one was a med student] "Wowwww, that's so gross!!" Reg: "Please remember that [patient] is awake for this procedure." Student to patient: "Oh my god. I am so sorry, that was really unprofessional - " Patient, cheerfully, also engrossed with what's happening inside them on the screen: "Nah - it's, like, super gross, right?"

5. [another procedure where the patient couldn't be put under GA] Patient: *starts singing country roads midway through the procedure* Surgeon: *shrugs and joins in with surprisingly good harmony*

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🐍🐂💕

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love myself a cockroach of a character. i look at them and go ”how is that fucker not dead? they should be dead. they should be dead ten times over. how are they not?” and 90% of the time the answer is a combo of sheer stubborness and homosexuality

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getting sad about high apathy daniil

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My patho playlist continues with PALC - С каждым

My rough translation of the chorus:

It is here, the stone age And you, of stone are made Under ribs reaches a hand But there's nothing left