#ACT II. THE REVENANT

[rockerb0y]

𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝙽-𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚂

when alt cunningham speaks with him prior to her abduction, he doesn't grab her hair. although their conflicts could get physical and he does try to grab her in the alleyway, he chose to remain colder in order to appear more controlled. intensity defined much of their relationship and space was often the remedy for their disagreements ( similar to himself ). he believed that the anger from the argument would fizzle out like previous times and after chasing after her, voiced intent to walk her home. this sequence of events in the flashback grants him a longer audience with alt if he's given control in the final mission, and he's able to apologize in earnest ( " for what happened to you, for what happened to us. "), attaining closure with her and finally letting her go.

during his final conversation with kerry eurodyne, johnny acts aggressive. although the decision to join the militech incursion against arasaka was an undaunted affirmative, the days leading up the assault were riddled with hysteria and hostility. phone calls went unanswered, sleepless nights left him overtired, and extensive substance abuse was relied on to steady his nerves. by the time that the bomb was acquired, in his irritable state, johnny was simply too far gone and had surrendered himself entirely to the operation. the contemptuous response stemmed from his irritable state, his long-standing criticism that kerry disapproved of his extremity and was more willing to concede for appeasement, and a desire to create enough friction to push kerry away in case of death.

regardless of affinity, johnny chooses the heart tattoo for v during his bender. it serves as a reminder that they’re both partners, whether they like it or not. if v chooses to shut him out with blockers or repeatedly refuses to engage with him, the tattoo doubles as a permanent tribute to his existence; it’ll always be visible, even when he’s not, and knowing that is unendingly satisfying when he’s at his most powerless.

if permitted to go on the drive-in date with rogue amendiares, johnny kisses and attempts to sleep with her. as one of the few people who boasted such a close connection to him, rogue is an anchor and is perceived as reliable. rogue was never quite able to quit him during his human existence and the engram is cognizant of that fidelity. not knowing whether it's his last time in v's body or not, she's his preferred partner ( for once ) and she finally receives his undivided attention — albeit over fifty years too late. it is ultimately rooted in a selfish desire for human connection on the final night in control of v’s body ( assumed, until proven differently ).

with low affinity, if given the option to choose during his last conversation with v, he will take the body and go against his promise to them in the pistis sophia. despite multiple attempts to forge a working relationship with v, being shut out and having his whims disregarded only serve to amplify his resentment against them. he loathes his lack of agency and being treated like a subhuman by his jailor. v's owed nothing. as soon as he learns that he's able to take the body for himself, there's no hesitation; finally, he has the chance to be in control and be heard — a second chance at life, and he'll do exactly what he wants.

with high affinity, if given the option to choose during his last conversation with v, he will cross the bridge and join alt. a key theme of his character development is his shift from selfish to selfless, 'letting others die for him' to 'him dying for them'. it presents itself as a direct echo of the same sacrifice that he made for alt in 2023. additionally, alt's chosen poem for johnny is ' sailing to byzantium ' by william butler yeats ( which is notably different from v's ). the poem outlines an internal spiritual journey for the speaker and its eventual lesson: only by delving into their inner self and offering up their soul to eternity, can one transcend their failing outer self. after his reunion with alt, his character arc is finally deemed complete.

[abyssalcleave]

"Skolas.... he lives!" Revenant: Act II

[imtrashraccoon]

I'm kicking myself for not finishing this sooner but I did enjoy doing some research for it. I also got to thinking about future ideas for after this fic is done. If anyone's interested, I will ramble about them.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Horror - Stars

Word Count: 1,296

You sat in silence as Maul ate the food you had brought him, only getting up to briefly add more wood to the fire. The last thing you wanted was for the blaze to go out and leave you in the dark. When you sat down next to him again, you wrapped an arm around his back, slowly rubbing circles into his tunic.

You really weren't the best at comforting people. It was one thing to go through the motions and another to actually help someone feel better. You supposed it would make no difference to the three emotionally constipated skeletons that you lived with though. If they didn't like something you were doing, they were usually pretty quick to let you know.

This mission seemed to have gone from bad to worse. First, you and Reven hadn't found anything in Newridge. Then, you had spoiled any further attempts to investigate further, and now you had just learned that whatever was wrong could influence people's minds. You didn't know what to do next and yet, until the others returned, you were forced to wait. Knowing what happened to Maul could possibly happen to you as well was anxiety inducing. At least you weren't in much of a position to actually hurt anyone, but as you had learned tonight, you were now also more vulnerable to being hurt instead.

Donovan would probably freak out when he learned what had happened. You had already been dreading when you would inevitably tell him about what had happened in the city, but he would be even more concerned that one of his own men had turned on you. However you told him, you would have to be gentle to hopefully keep him from acting too hastily. None of what happened was Reven's or Maul's fault, but your soulmate was quick to anger, especially over perceived threats.

Letting out a sigh, you looked up at the sky, mentally noting that it was clear for the first time in days. Hundreds of stars sprinkled the black veil above, almost like the first flakes of snow to fall, and for a moment, you felt rather small in the world. Those stars had been there for thousands of years before you and would be long after you passed. Did your problems really matter in the grand scheme of things? Despite everything that had happened, you and your friends were still alive, so what more could you want?

Seeing movement from the corner of your eye, you noticed Maul had finished eating and, noticing your gaze, had looked up at the stars as well. You couldn't help but smile at the look of wonder on his face. His "pupil" expanded, much like a cat's, and he let out a soft exhale which you found rather adorable.

You looked up again before he noticed you had been watching him. Donovan was more knowledgeable on constellations and their meanings, but you still recognized a couple, particularly the Warrior and the Great Dog. You still remembered the day your father had pointed them out in the sky and explained the stories behind them. Even if the stories had been made up, you always thought they were interesting and they reminded you of simpler times.

"Hey, Maul?" you asked after a few minutes of silence.

The giant of a skeleton hummed in response, not taking his eyes off of the sea of lights above.

"You mentioned someone named Orien earlier. Can I ask who they are?"

When he didn't answer, you started to wonder if he had even heard your question. You glanced over at him, only to see that his expression had turned grave. His bonebrows were furrowed and his hands were clenched, his claws threatening to tear through his roughspun pants.

"my younger brother," he finally murmured.

You moved your paw to his shoulder, resting it there for a moment. "It sounds like you care a lot about him."

He nodded, dropping his gaze to the fire rather than look at you. "...yes, we were very close."

"What was he like?"

Maul was quiet for a few seconds. "he was kind and always did what he believed was right," he finally said. "he was...braver than me... had big dreams of bein' admired by everyone."

You nodded slowly, "He sounds wonderful."

"he was the best."

"I never had any siblings growing up," you hummed. "My parents were both soldiers, although my mother retired to a non-combat related position to raise me. I wouldn't say I had a bad childhood, but there was definitely the expectation that I follow in their footsteps one day."

He looked over and gave you a small smile when you met his gaze. He held out his hand, giving you an expectant look until you placed your smaller paw in his palm.

"good soldiers follow orders as they say," he hummed, giving your paw a gentle squeeze.

You chuckled, squeezing his hand back. "You too, huh? What rank were you?"

Maul scratched his skull thoughtfully. "lieutenant general...orien reached field marshal..."

You let out a low whistle. "Impressive. I was at best light infantry but I reported directly to the Captain General. Maybe I would have been promoted at some point, but I'm not sure I would have been any good at commanding troops."

"it was for a time," he remarked. "but all good things come to an end..."

You frowned and looked up at him. His bonebrows were knit together and you noticed he had a far away look on his face. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if it's too much, okay?"

He squeezed your paw in response and shook his head. " 's fine, i don't mind sharin' with a friend..."

The realization that he trusted you enough to share something personal like this from his past was rather touching. You gave him a gentle smile and nodded. "Just don't force yourself."

"ever heard of the horrur kingdom?" he asked.

You nodded again. Who hadn't heard of it? When you were a child, the Horrur Kingdom had been a valuable ally of the Klasical Kingdom, until their king was overthrown by a power hungry general of course. Any aid that was offered was refused by the general king and the kingdom was essentially locked down so that no one could leave. Over the years, some citizens managed to get out and word soon spread of the horrific conditions inside.

A severe famine had set in not long after the coup and lasted for years afterwards so that many died of starvation. Those who remained lived in fear of the tyrannical leader and her rules. Executions were commonplace, mostly for those who resisted at first, but soon extended to anyone who broke even insignificant laws. The tyrant queen was eventually killed, but by then, only a few citizens remained and they soon fled to surrounding kingdoms.

"Yeah, I grew up while the Thorn Queen was in power," you confirmed.

Maul nodded and took a shuddering breath. "she was once...a friend, and my brother and i were loyal to her..." He paused before continuing, "when she took over, we were given new positions... she made me the chief executioner."

"Oh...so you saw the worst of it then..." you murmured, covering your muzzle with your other paw.

"i only did what i was told. so did orien, until he couldn't... the queen didn't like that and i tried to save him..." Maul motioned to the large crack in his skull before adding, "it didn't go well..."

"That's awful, I'm so sorry you went through all of that," you murmured, giving his hand another squeeze.

"i... i don't remember what really happened after that..." he muttered. "can't remember much until lord donovan found me actually..."

[mstarcreates]

I wrote some 1k in angsty words the other day but I’m waiting to see what Act II of Revenant brings to the table as it is kind of influenced by it. So I shall keep these words for now but hopefully you might see them in the future.

This snippet is all you will get for the time being:

Cayde found Crow sitting in a chair, his hood pulled up, holding a coffee mug and staring out the large bay window that looked out over the Last City.

“Hey Bright Eyes…” he said softly. “What’s got you out of bed?” There was no response from the male, not even a glance. Something twisted in Cayde’s gut, this wasn’t right… “Crow? Earth to Crow?” He went to reach out for him but before his hand could touch him Glint flitted out from the shadows of Crow’s hood, putting himself between Cayde and his Guardian.

“I wouldn’t touch him.” Glint warned gently. “He might have a violent reaction. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Cayde dropped his hand. “What’s wrong with him?”

Glint looked back at Crow as he spoke. “It happens sometimes…he slips into the past. It has a medical term—catatonia.”

[reds-skull]

Revenant Side Stories

Story II: Graves

[Story 1 - Konchar] [AO3]

Ah yes, the oneshot I promised 4 months ago. I got sidetracked with bloodhunger, and I'm still busy with uni (when am I not...), but I finally found time to write Graves' story! I'll be honest, I kinda procrastinated on this because I wasn't sure I would be able to really capture his voice correctly, but I like how this turned out.

I got a few more characters on the list for side stories, but if you're interested in seeing anyone in particular, you're welcome to suggest them!

“You’re such a piece of shit, Graves!”

Philip smiles as wide as his mouth full of dry MRE cake allows him to, “I know you’re the one that put boot polish inside my shoes two weeks ago, Collins. Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

Collins’ face twists in anger, in a way that is quite satisfying to him, “I was fuckin’ saving that cake for after the op.”

“I know.” Philip swallows, grin finally able to stretch across his face. Collin doesn’t grace him with another reply, instead stomping away while muttering curses under his breath. Serves him right.

He leans back against the armored truck they’ll use for infil, in about half an hour from now. He’s been ready far before that, always the first on the tarmac. He has to, if he wants to be in his superior officers’ good graces, if he wants that promotion.

Being a Corporal is nice and all, but Philip aims higher than that. He thinks – no, knows he wasn’t made to follow orders till the day he dies. No, he’s much better suited to command, to lead, to make the final call.

He just needs to make the higher brass see that as well.

Among the buzzing activity of the final preparations for the upcoming operation, Philip spots Lieutenant Reed inspecting a crate of equipment. The man is build like a shit brick house, all 6’4 inches of pure muscle. That’s not to mention the Lieutenant’s special little revenant status, which makes sure that even if you manage to shoot the giant bastard, he’ll get back up quicker than any human being should. Apparently, healing powers are quite common for soldier revenants, not that it matters when their kind is as rare as it is.

A pang of jealousy shoots through him, at the sheer power the man clearly exudes just by standing there. It goes away quickly enough.

Lieutenant Reed is a great commander, don’t get him wrong, but Philip always thought he was too… caught up by his own moral compass. More concerned with doing what’s just, instead of doing what’s right. Admirable, but dangerous on the field.

A man who puts his and his squad’s life over the mission, is not a man who will go far. A man that puts things like righteousness over the mission…

Philip pities him, really. Reed could’ve been a General by now, if he understood that. But he’s grateful, in a way, that the Lieutenant is the way he is, to teach him this lesson.

The Lieutenant’s eyes meet his, and he motions with his head to move. He ruminated around long enough – time to get to work.

The mission is simple, a milk run, really. When he enlisted, Philip expected to be constantly fighting, to truly feel with each shot how he changes things in the world.

He sure didn’t expect to be loaded up in the back of a truck with five other soldiers, and act as basically a glorified delivery man, transporting gear to an American base in another part of a foreign country.

Those were the fantasies of a younger, stupider Philip. He now knows just how much is required to upkeep a base, both from first-hand experience and from his studies on his time off. After all, being the best doesn’t only come down to his physical abilities, it demands the best mind, the strongest will, the smartest of tactics.

This means he’s got less time to socialize with the soldiers in his unit, but he’s truly not mourning that. They seem like a bunch of idiots anyway. It only motivates him further to get the next promotion, if only to get away from them.

The downside to that, is that Philip barely knows the last names of the people currently in the truck with him. Lieutenant Reed is in a truck ahead of theirs, his rank high enough to grant him the privilege of not being shoved between crates and sweaty recruits.

Philip keeps half of his attention on the low conversation between the soldiers next to him, scanning the empty, dry grasslands surrounding the road.

“Heard the fellas up north have been attacked, last time a convoy went through.” a soldier he thinks might be Johnson murmurs.

Collins answers from the other side of the truck, “yup, I got a friend there. Two from his unit died.”

Maybe-Johnson shakes his head with a huff, “fuckin’ gangs man… The US might as well fund them, with the amount of supplies they drive right to their doorstep…”

“Think we’ll meet them today?” another soldier joins (Gonzalez? Fuck if he knows).

“If we do, I’m going to wipe ‘em out.” Collins grins, and Philip has to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. He couldn’t wipe out his grandma, let alone several trained gang members. “‘Sides” he continues, “we got the LT on our side.”

Gonzalez (???) laughs, “damn right we do! Can’t kill a man twice, can ya?”

Philip internally groans, jaw tightening. They think Reed is some sort of immortal, just because he died once and survived. A fucking bullet to the head would kill him all the same. The only thing the Lieutenant is truly invincible from is infection and diseases - what originally killed him. If any of these bastards ever bothered to pick up a book, they’d know that.

He apparently didn’t manage to school his features well enough, since Collins turns to address him, “what’s with the face, Graves?”

Philip does roll his eyes this time, “just because Reed is a revenant doesn’t mean y’all can just sit back and relax, he’s just one person.”

The road they’re on cuts through a hill, casting long shadows over them.

“Yeah, a person that heals from a stab wound in half an hour!”

“Those are just rumors.” Philip spits, “have any of you ever looked at the actual reports??”

A few soldiers groan as Collins answers, “not all of us are fuckin’ suckups, bro.”

Philip watches the lot of them laugh, a sharp smile slowly spreading on his lips, “not all of us are going to become Sergeants, bro.”

The laughter dies, Collins’ face twists in anger familiarly, “you’ve always been a piece of shit-”

The world becomes bright white for a moment, screams Philip later registers as his own rip out of his chest as the truck swerves and crashes.

His ears ring, limbs refusing to listen to his orders. “Hrgh… shit…” he forces his eyes open, as his hearing returns.

Gunshots flash between the wreckage and the top of the hills, soldiers taking cover behind the upturned truck. It seems like he was the only one blown away this far.

The fuckin’ gang must’ve hit him directly. Just his damn luck.

Philip tries to crawl forward, not particularly keen on staying alone with no cover, but even that small movement shoots intense pain through his body, his vision darkening for a few seconds. He winces, carefully turning to look at his torso and legs.

He swallows down the bile rising to his mouth, blinking down at the deep craters at his right hip. That… can’t be his own body, right? He thinks he sees bone.

Another RPG whistles through the air, missing the truck by only a few feet. His squad turns around, shooting down the gang members attempting to corner them from their flank.

He needs to get to them. They should have enough knowledge of first aid to at least stop the bleeding, or give him a stim shot, fuckin’ anything!

Philip starts screaming, “HELP!!! I’M STILL ALIVE!!!!!” he grits his teeth, desperation starting to crack his voice as he realizes he might actually die here, “COLLINS!!! GONZALEZ!!! HELP!!!!!”

Hope bubbles within him when he sees Collins turn his head to his direction, searching for the source of the shouts in the shadows. Philip raises his arm as far as he can, waving it to catch Collins’ attention.

He thinks it might be the first time he ever felt actual happiness to see Collins’ stupid green eyes lock onto his.

“I CAN’T MOVE, YOU GOTTA FUCKIN’ HELP ME!” he yells, pointing to his right leg.

Collins’ eyes trail down, to the puddle of blood coloring the grass under Philip red. He lifts a hand to his comms, mouth moving too fast for him to read.

He must’ve reported his condition to Reed. Collins is not completely useless, Philip muses.

Collins nods in response to whatever Reed told him, and Philip’s heart drops when he turns away from him, and points to the forest.

They… they’re not gonna run, are they? They’re not gonna leave him here, bathing in his own damn blood, right?!

Yet, that’s exactly what they do. The five soldiers, his own teammates, wait for an opening in the relentless shooting from the hostiles, and run. Without him.

Philip shouts again, anger now booming through his throat, “COLLINS! YOU FUCKING COWARD, COME BACK!!! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE, I’LL DIE!!!!! WE’RE ON THE SAME SIDE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT, HELP- HELP ME!!!”

Collins doesn’t even look back once, and Philip watches the figures of his squad disappear between the trees. He screams in frustration, hands shaking in fury.

His mind returns to the moment Collins nodded. Lieutenant Reed… he must’ve told them to disengage. Ordered them to leave him behind to bleed out.

A hysterical laugh shakes his shoulders. So much for ‘no man left behind’, eh, Lieutenant? Fucking hypocrite. Philip hopes that wherever revenants go after they die, Reed will suffer for the rest of his existence.

His laugh devolves into choked sobs when the reality of his situation sinks in. He’s gonna die. He’s going to die because his own team abandoned him.

Philip always knew they were useless, but he expected them to at least not fuckin’ betray him, y’know? 

As his vision fades for the last time, Philip smiles. Not because he accepts his fate, no.

But it’s nice to know he was right, the whole damn time.

“Philip Graves”

“Graves”

“Graves��

Philip’s eyes snap open, and he inhales sharply. It takes him a few moments to comprehend he’s not in that damn valley he was abandoned in. He’s… not anywhere on Earth… is he?

His own reflection stares at him, multiplied over countless times, like a hall of mirrors in a carnival. He raises a hand to his right side, pressing tentatively at first, and digging into the muscles when he realizes his wounds have been healed.

…What is this place?

“This is my Realm”

“Realm”

“Realm”

Several voices echo around him, and Philip looks around only to see his own wide blue eyes.

“W-where are you?!” he snarls, fear beating at his heart.

“Up”

“Up”

“Up”

He cranes his head up, mouth opening in shock at the creature above him.

A writhing mass of limbs coils onto itself, arms and legs and faces, creating the vague shape of a person. Its face is blank, nothing but a maw. 

“You’re… a Reaper…” Philip mutters dumbly.

“The Reaper of Many”

“Many”

“Many”

The Reaper leans closer, Philip’s body shaking at the sheer scale of it, “so I did d-die.”

He doesn’t know how, but he gets the feeling the Reaper grins at the words.

“YES” “YES” “YES” a terrifying chorus of voices confirms. The twitching limbs seem to move quicker in excitement, “TELL ME, PHILIP GRAVES, WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

Philip covers his ears at the screeching Reaper, eyes squeezed shut in agony. In the back of his mind, he remembers the transcript from interviews of revenants, of this very question they all had to respond to.

Of the identical answer they all give.

“I just- I JUST WANT TO LIVE!!!”

Philip’s quick breaths slow down, when the Reaper doesn’t scream again.

“I just want to live…” he repeats, opening his eyes and lowering his arms. After a few moments of nothing, he finds the courage to look up.

The Reaper’s hand is hovering above him, finger uncurled and pointing to him.

“Give me your soul, Philip Graves, and I’ll let you live” 

“live” 

“LIVE”

Philip nods shakily, “It’s yours, Reaper.”

Giggling bounces between the mirrors surrounding him, gleeful and horrendous. The finger moves closer, Philip leaning back on instinct alone. It feels like his blood is boiling over, brain liquifying into mush, yet he physically can’t open his mouth to scream.

“From this day on, until the day you die, Philip Graves, you are mine.”

“Mine”

“MINE”

The Reaper touches his forehead, his vision flashing with bright colors he doesn’t have a name to.

“My revenant, Revenant of Many”

“Many”

“MANY”

“MANY”

“MA-”

Someone is shaking his arm. Philip pushes away, scrambling back. He opens his eyes.

Something decidedly not human greets him.

“The fuck-” Philip curses.

“The fuck-” the creature answers. It doesn’t have a mouth, or any defining features. Barely a dark shape, like someone cut out the silhouette of a person out of the fabric of reality.

Philip feels an odd presence in his mind, like dozens of eyes looking up at him, awaiting command.

The valley is quiet. He looks up at the hills, finding more shapes lingering, all looking at him. Philip looks back at the one that touched him.

“What are you?”

The shape answers by echoing his voice, “-you?”

Philip breathes out a small laugh, hand carding into his hair in amazement.

His admiration of his new powers is cut short by the sound of an engine. Philip jumps to his feet, body still feeling a phantom pain of sorts, and orders his shapes, “disappear.”

In a blink, the shapes melt away into the shadows. He runs to the woods, taking cover behind a thick tree trunk when the vehicle rolls around the bend into the valley.

Philip’s eyes narrow when he sees that the vehicle is none other than the US military’s. He averts his eyes, scrutinizing the setting sun. It has been at least several hours since Collins and his group of dickheads left him to die.

The vehicle stops near the wreckage, the fire burning the truck long extinguished. Lieutenant Reed out of all people climbs out, instantly ordering his men to clear the area of hostiles. Burning rage ignites within Philip at the sight.

Without his will, the shadows around him materialize, blank faces all staring at him.

He gets an idea. It’s stupid, and frankly will probably put him in a lot more trouble than it’s worth, but honestly Philip literally died a few hours ago and so did his fucks to give.

“Seize them.” he tells his shapes, his Shadows.

The dozen or so Shadows instantly start running, tackling the squad of soldiers. Philip barely contains a laugh at their terrified screams. One of them manages a shot on a Shadow, but the creature simply ignores the gaping hole in his thigh, and wrestles the man down.

Lieutenant Reed needs two Shadows to force him to kneel, but soon enough they all stay down, lined up on the dirt road.

“If this is how it feels to be a revenant, I would be a cocky bastard too”, Philip thinks to himself while looking at Reed.

“Lieutenant, what the fuck are these- these things?!” one soldier asks frantically.

Reed growls, fruitlessly attempting to shake off the Shadow restraining him, “revenant powers. But I’ve never seen something like this-”

Philip chooses this moment to reveal himself, “impressive, aren’t they? I’d say they’re a fair trade to dying, wouldn’t you, Lieutenant?”

Lieutenant Reed’s face slackens in shock, “...Corporal Graves?”

He smiles unkindly, “the one and only. Tell me…” he crouches in front of Reed, “when you ordered Collins and his group of bumbling idiots to abandon me and run away, did you even feel a speck of remorse? If not for me, at least for my poor mother, that would’ve had to live with the fact the men that were supposed to be on his side left him to die?”

The Lieutenant at least seemed to pretend to be horrified, “I- it was the Commander, not me, Graves. I didn’t make the call to leave you behind, kid-”

Philip cuts him off with a few slow claps, “wow, Lieutenant. I’ve already gathered you’re a fuckin’ hypocrite, but a liar as well? You should’ve been an actor instead of a soldier, sir. You’ve got a natural talent right there.”

His digging remarks only seem to make Reed more guilty, “...I may have not made that order, but I take responsibility over my soldiers. You didn’t deserve to die, Graves. I’m sorry.”

Philip falters at the genuinely heartfelt apology. He didn’t expect Reed to actually be sorry about it. It only twists something in his gut further.

Philip’s voice loses the mocking tone it had before, “you have nothing to apologize for, sir. Without you, I would’ve never received such power.” he spreads his arms, motioning to his Shadows.

Reed’s brows curve upwards, regret painting his features, “really, I should thank you, Lieutenant.”

Philip grins as wide as his mouth allows him, not a lick of joy within it, “thank you, for letting me die alone.”

He knew he’ll get in trouble once he arrives back to base, but he didn’t expect Major Shepherd to be the one disciplining him.

Philip knows to dread the punishment the moment the Major opens the door, his face severe as ever as he dismissed the other officers in the room.

He rises to his feet, saluting the Major, before the man waves him off.

Shepherd takes the sit in front of him, staring him down for a few tense moments before speaking, “Corporal Philip Graves. Do you know how much shit you’ve put yourself into, with that little ‘prank’ you did to Lieutenant Reed and his squad?”

Philip doesn’t shy away from the Major’s burning gaze, “yes sir.”

Shepherd doesn’t look impressed, “the Lieutenant told me about your powers. Which Reaper got you?”

“Reaper of Many, sir.”

“Reaper of Many… can’t say I’ve met a revenant from it.” the Major drawls, “most of your kind belongs to the Reaper of Flesh.”

The one in charge of healing… Reed’s Reaper.

“Your powers are exceptionally strong, Graves.” Shepherd smiles, oddly enough.

Philip blinks, taken off guard by the praise, “... thank you, sir?”

The Major leans back, his demeanor less serious, “no need for formalities right now, Graves. I’d like to speak to you as an equal at the moment.”

…What is the Major’s angle here? He doesn’t seem angry at him anymore.

“About what?”

Shepherd smirks, something about it raising the hairs on Philip’s arms, “What do you see yourself doing, four, five years down the line?”

“...What?”

“Your aspirations, Graves. Aiming for Lieutenant? Captain?”

Philip frowns in confusion, “Commander, sir.”

“Commander, huh?” Shepherd hums, “I have a… proposition for you, Graves.”

Proposition? “I’m listening.”

“What do you think about PMCs?”

The rapid change in topic leaves Philip unsteady in his answers, “they’re… I think they’re necessary, but I’d rather stay with the US military. I want to fight for my country.”

Shepherd looks… disappointed? “Listen, son. I think you’re a great soldier, and you have been given great power to control. People like you… the military will just hold you back.”

Philip inhales deeply. Is Shepherd saying what he thinks he’s saying?

The Major continues, “I think you’ll do much better outside the red tape, Philip.” he pulls out a contract, a frankly absurdly high stack of papers, “I’d like you to work for me. Not as my subordinate, but as a collaborator.”

Philip stares at the papers, “you… you want me to leave the army?”

“Exactly. I want you to become your own PMC. I believe, with your amount of strength, other soldiers will just get in your way.” Shepherd adds, almost like an afterthought, “and you won’t need to worry about any sort of punishment about your actions today, your death will be completely redacted, and the Lieutenant ordered to keep his mouth shut.”

He looks back at the Major’s eyes, deep gratitude welling inside him. Shepherd offers his hand to him, right above the contract that will finally grant him what he worked years for, as easily as writing his own name.

Graves takes the offering, and shakes the Major’s hand.

“My Shadows will be at your service, Shepherd.”

Shepherd smiles, satisfied, “already prepared for your first mission, Commander Graves?”

Commander Graves. He thought it would take years until he was granted the name.

Graves flashes a grin, “was reborn ready, Major.”

[baede-6]

Act II of Revenant be like "Dismantle Scorn,YeEEEeees?"

[theguardiananatak]

Revanant Livestream Recap

——Revenant——

Seasonal weapons NOT craftable, but are focus farmable similar to BRAVE weapons

Onslaught Salvation: revamp with different enemy types, 3 new maps (widows court is one; mothyards getting update for combat flow), new upgrades (player turret from D1 combined arms, air strike)

Episode exotic weapon: Stasis primary ammo GL

New Scorn enemy, Revenant Baron, respawn mechanic similar to lucent hive guardian

Masterworked double perk versions of seasonal weapons drop from higher rounds (30/40/50) of onslaught

Seasonal weapons

2x fire GL - “Envious Arsenals” perk - damaging with other weapons reloads the weapon, for damage rotations

Handcannon - “Rime Stealer” perk - shattering gives you frost armor

Arc Smg - new perk with jolt interaction

Artifact - stasis focus

GL perks, overload, weaken

Col 1 champs, 2/3/4 equivalent, 5 are pinnacle mods

Returning revamped strike - Inverted Spire

More enemies, mechanics, death lasers, etc

Act II - Hinted at return of a fan fav activity (probably not SRL for Christmas but a Guardian can dream)

New earnable skimmer, Nine themed Xûrfboard, 97 strange coins

Vespers Host - new dungeon

Hooded jacket & bracelet

Top 3 get embroidered jacket with gtag

Icebreaker - dungeon exotic - assists and final blows from other weapons generate Icebreaker ammo, possible interaction with breaking stasis crystals?

Festival of the Lost:

Hunter evil wizard

Warlock evil wizard

Titan good wizard

——Frontiers——

Medium sized expansions, 2 “tentpole” moments to move story forward

Comparable to Rise of Iron size (D1)

Compelling stories with unique experience & post-campaign

APOLLO

metroidvania inspired destination

Nonlinear campaign - choose region and path to explore

25-30 story threads

Narrative: plot pacing is faster, more focused stories

Shaking up storytelling loop with Revenant, then very different in Apollo

Keep the player out in the world & exploring

Frontier Concept Art

location & people we haven’t met yet

Cavernous world to explore, find powerful abilities to uncover secrets at own pace

Creative theme:

1960s music thematic inspiration, early prog, king crimson, slaughterhouse five

“Scavengers reign” tv show inspiration for scifi worldbuilding aspect

“Imagine going to mansion, going to parlor, told there’s a secret door, check the book/statue, suddenly a dead end turns into a new entryway. That’s what we want to build”

New gear chase:

making the players WANT to swap to new tiered armor/weapons

Next Generation Armor: value and easy to understand, play into build crafting identities, fewer stats per armor piece, fewer dump stats (like a low resil roll)

beyond 100stat roll armor, 100-200 str range has chance to grant activate second double melee charges, set bonuses (2-4 pieces for bonuses, can mix and match)

Ex: Tex mechanic set buffs hipfire (cammycakes lol go nuts)

Next Generation Weapons

How to create aspirational weapon chase

Reprised weapons in addition to new weapons

Reprised: getting a new updated version of your fav weapons (chroma rush mentioned), like BRAVE arsenal rollout

Customizable difficulty/modifiers

Create a NEED to chase and craft perfect gear sets to take on max difficulty activities

[askseriousrainbow]

Here are numbers 60 to 51! Ten more games for you to check out.

60. The Plutonia Experiment Previous Rank: 49 (Available on: Steam, GOG) Oh, Plutonia, what with your many Arch-Viles, multiple Cyberdemons on multiple maps, including the infamous Go 2 It, which is a bastardized version of DOOM II's MAP01: Entryway, so many Revenants and Chaingunners. If you play Plutonia on Ultra-Violence, you know its difficulty.

59. The Sims 2 Previous Rank: 55 (Available on: Steam, EA) The Sims 2 has not been beat in the life simulator genre for a long time. It's my favorite of the series, and I think a lot of people prefer it to Sims 4. It's just amazing how much detail the game goes into, and it's a great play.

58. Shantae: Half-Genie Hero Previous Rank: 87 (Available on: Steam, GOG) I do like Half-Genie Hero more now than I do Pirate's Curse, but really, the entire series is great. Half-Genie Hero was the first to use the “high-res” style that's also used in Seven Sirens. This one is more linear, but to me, that makes it easier to get into.

57. Theme Hospital Previous Rank: 58 (Available on: GOG, EA) What can I say about Theme Hospital that I haven't yet? I love Theme Hospital, it's one of Bullfrog's greatest games. Especially if you set up your hospitals properly in a way that makes sense. You gotta keep your staff and patients happy. The diseases are humorous enough and it's a good challenge in the later levels.

56. Leisure Suit Larry 7: Love For Sail! Previous Rank: 67 (Available on: GOG) I do like Love For Sail! a little more than Shape Up or Slip Out! but that's because of the cleverer easter eggs, and the cruise ship theme. There's also a fun “Where's Waldo” type minigame, shown in the screenshot (and yes, it's called exactly what you think it is). It has the same VAs for Larry and the Narrator as LSL6, and they're just as hilarious.

55. Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Links New Entry (Available on: Steam) Yes. Seriously. It's not a bad game. I'm playing the version on Steam, of course, and they really captured the heart of the cards as well as having a good game with a coating of really awesome voice acting from the VAs of all the anime series. Just a fun time, really glad @asklittlepip recommended it to me.

54. Two Point Hospital Previous Rank: 57 (Available on: Steam, GOG) Two Point Hospital jumped up a little more than Theme Hospital, but it's the better of the two. The diseases are hilarious and it does a good job of keeping its difficulty curve accessible.

53. Two Point Campus Previous Rank: 56 (Available on: Steam) Campus takes the formula of Hospital and makes it better. You can make custom buildings, the classes are hilarious, and it makes you care about your students.

52. Two Point Museum New Entry (Available on: Steam) OKAY YES I LIKE THE TWO POINT GAMES A LOT YOU GET THE POINT! They're great management games and they have the expertise of former Bullfrog employees so they're very well made.

51. Arzette: The Jewel of Faramore New Entry (Available on: Steam) This loving tribute to the Zelda CD-i games is actually a great time, and you can tell a lot of heart went into it. If you're even mildly curious about the game, I say get it. It's very well done.

Next part tomorrow!

Link to part 1. Link to part 2. Link to part 3. Link to part 4. Link to part 6. Link to part 7. Link to part 8. Link to part 9. Link to part 10.

[pendarharap]

In the hush of night, echoes of self softly alight.

Act I—Introduction

I am Aslan Nightrowan. Most people call me Aslan, though Night works just as well. He/They is what I go by, and I’m of legal age. I was born under the restless fire of early days, and somewhere between the stars and the stillness of night, I found a home within myself.

I’m an INFP-T, driven by ideals and deep emotions. I live more in my mind than I do in the world around me, but that’s where my peace is found. I cherish the quiet moments, but I’m also always learning, exploring, and evolving.

Act II—My Soundtrack

Music has always been my safehouse. The place I go when my thoughts get too loud. I drift through the echoes of My Chemical Romance, Bon Jovi, Bon Iver, Pierce The Veil, The Last Dinner Party, Queen, M2M, Wave to Earth, Jannabi, CAS, Reality Club, Jeff Satur, Nerd Connection, DAY6, GOT7, WOODZ, The Boyz, Enhypen, and LYKN. I also find pieces of my past and future in local tunes like Sheila On 7, Noah, Hindia, .Feast, Lomba Sihir, Chrisye, and Nike Ardilla.

Act III—Cinematic Escape

Movies and series are my escape. I lose myself in twisted mysteries, heartbreaking romances, and stories that leave me breathless—like: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star, Partner For Justice, The First Responders, The Guest, Revenant, Spare Me Your Mercy, Triage in my mind long after the screen goes black. When I crave something softer, I turn to Even If This Love Disappears, Viva La Vida, My Love, and ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat. Besides that, I like to review movies or series that I usually watch on my Letterboxd account.

Act IV—Books

My reading journey isn’t dictated by genre, but by what calls to me in the moment. Books like Ways To Live Forever, The Next Person You Meet in Heaven, The God Son, The Newcomer, and Salt to the Sea have left their mark on me, each one speaking to different parts of my soul.

Act V—The Things I Love

Outside of stories and songs, I find peace in simple things: brewing coffee, savoring matcha, cooking meals that warm more than just the stomach. I’m a huge fan of Formula 1, Formula 2, and MotoGP—taking the lead in my heart with a deep admiration for Marc Marquez, whose journey I’ve cherished since childhood. When I need chaos and fun, I turn to Plato, MLBB, and Monoposto.

Act VI—Content Warning

Please use TW or CW for posts or QRTs containing snakes, trypophobia-inducing images, and content related to the deep sea (thalassophobia). I truly appreciate your kindness in respecting these boundaries.

⚠️ Do not follow if you are a 02 voter, supporter of Jokowi, zionist, racist, LGBTQ+ phobic, misogynist, someone who disrespects privacy or personal boundaries. If you can’t respect my interests and the things that matter to me, we’re probably not a good fit.

[rockerb0y]

𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝． 𝙴𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼

johnny's field of view as an engram is limited to what v themselves sees. his perspective is comparable to a braindance editor in which he's acutely aware of v's surroundings and is able to focus/highlight points of interest as appropriate, regardless of v's position. johnny can materialize near a target even if v isn't directly looking at it anymore, utilizing the full capacity of their senses / peripherals and environmental awareness. he cannot independently see behind v or directly observe their facial expressions (unless v looks into a mirror) which makes him reliant on vocal cues and physiological responses. the exception to this is when he's in mikoshi, letting him see and interact with v in a conventional manner.

he can touch, push, or grab v and it'll feel as real as anyone else. ' props ' such as his cigarettes, lighter, or the dog tags on his person have no added weight or collision. he is able to interact with or move surrounding items but depending on the situation, it's either an illusion (with the item being in its original position upon his disappearance) or it's v themselves unknowingly performing the action on his behalf (as they're more prone to his direct control during relic malfunctions).

as an engram after the relic's integration, johnny's height adjusts to best suit v's field of vision; this may mean appearing shorter or taller than he actually is, in order to facilitate his interactions with v. johnny's true height of 6'2 can only observed when in mikoshi.

although johnny and v's ' conversations ' occur mentally and are typically unspoken, he isn't privy to v's private thoughts and v isn't privy to his. they rely on discussion to gather input on each other's opinions, similar or disparate as they might be. for all extents and purposes, johnny doesn't know how v will act prior to a choice being made and it's that ambiguity/uncertainty which guides his behaviour to any given situation.

johnny is still ' active ' while v is asleep and if they dream, he is able to share in its experience. similarly, if v concentrates on a particular memory or has a strong reaction to an inner reminiscence, johnny can experience the memory as well; it's shared almost instantaneously (down to the millisecond) and from v's perspective, it'll seem as if his attention never diverged from them at all.

johnny often vacillates between his sense of self as a construct (acknowledging that the original johnny is dead) and that of a human (talking about johnny's memories and achievements as if they were his own). although v's input does affect the frequency in which one perception is favoured over the other, he will ultimately come to the conclusion that his identity cannot be binarily defined as one or the other. he is a separate entity entirely and he thinks for himself, independent of his source code or the exact characterization of the original johnny silverhand. this realization is the foundation for his decision at the end of the game and what fate he wants for v.

johnny doesn't regret how his bender played out. when v allows him to take over for the first time, it's considered to be his first and last instance in full control (regardless of whether it is or not). physical sensations are finally felt proper and the privilege is celebrated with excessive drinking, drug use, sexual encounters, and a forearm tattoo as a souvenir. although that night can be interpreted as him infringing upon v's consent (since v believed his involvement to be strictly with rogue), he doesn't view the circumstances as any different than what he himself experiences when v's in control. typically, v doesn't inquire about his consent or permission regarding how they choose to use their body and he tends to act casual about it despite the implications (" can't believe you're makin' me fuck a cop "); to him, it's simply the nature of the situation and he usually doesn't hold it against v. the same logic is applied during the bender when he's the one in control: an expectation that v's consent applies to the entire duration of his temporary authority, regardless of how he chooses to leverage it.

[ftwrthtx]

Enter the Tomb of Elders in Act II of Destiny 2: Revenant, Launching Tomorrow

Act II of Destiny 2: Revenant launches tomorrow, November 19, bringing in new content including the new Tomb of Elders mode, new weapons and Artifact perks, the Street Fighter™ 6 partnership, and more. Continue reading Enter the Tomb of Elders in Act II of Destiny 2: Revenant, Launching Tomorrow

[worthplaying]

'Destiny 2' Revenant Act II Update Launches Next Week, Adds New Mode, Weapons And More

http://dlvr.it/TG8vm7

[imtrashraccoon]

Normally I would write the characters in some sort of competition or playing a board game for a prompt like this, but not this time.

TW: Implied/Referenced Alcoholism

First & Next Day

@owl-bones

Bad Sansuary II: Dust - Show Off

Word Count: 1,781

Night had fallen hours ago and you had headed out with Reven to look for any suspicious activity, splitting up to cover more ground and to avoid the patrols. Unfortunately, there were a lot of guards, so much so, that you weren't able to do much investigating. As a result, you ended up studying the guards instead and noticed something odd.

All of them had a large symbol of a purple eye painted on their helmets. You hadn't thought this was that unusual earlier, but now you noticed that the symbols varied in design. Some were larger, others more sloppily painted, and yet they all had the same distinct outline of an open eye. It was a rather crude symbol, too simple for a military standard, and seemed to have nothing to do with the city itself nor the kingdoms nearby.

Hearing footsteps, you abruptly reached for your dagger, only to make eye contact with Reven. He paused and eyed you warily for a moment, moving closer when you relaxed again. You waited until he joined you leaning against the wall before saying anything.

"Did you notice the amount of guards in the streets?" you whispered. "Certainly seems like overkill to me..."

Reven nodded in a thoughtful sort of way. "yeah, it was annoying," he grumbled.

"Have you ever seen a symbol like the one on their armour?"

"nah, but there's a weird temple with the same symbol plastered all over." He held up a dark bottle you hadn't noticed earlier and chuckled. "someone in this damn city has good taste in offerings though."

"What?" you hissed, turning to look at him fully. "Why would you steal from a shrine?!"

He raised a bonebrow at your outburst but otherwise seemed unfazed. You could only stare at him in shock, hardly believing he had actually just stolen from a holy place. Apparently, he was more insane than you had first thought.

"it was going to waste." He shrugged and popped the cork before adding, "why should i care about a god i've never heard of?" You watched silently as he took a swig from the bottle of spirits. "why did i have to get picked for this? i'd rather be anywhere else but this stupid city..."

With a sigh, you motioned for the bottle. "Yeah, but it could be worse. We could be trekking through a desert and be dealing with sand or heat."

Reven nodded solemnly and passed the bottle over.

You took a swig and nearly coughed, finding the spirits much stronger than you had been expecting, but managing to swallow it down. You weren't a lightweight by any means, but you had a feeling you wouldn't be able to drink much of the alcohol without suffering the consequences.

"What's really bothering you?" you asked while passing the bottle back.

He grunted and took another drink. Apparently he wasn't interested in talking and his brooding act was starting to get on your nerves. So, you tried a different approach.

"I never took you as the religious type," you hummed softly, motioning at the Rytos amulet he was still wearing.

His mismatched eyelights flared up for split second and you had to bite your tongue in an effort to keep a straight face. Judging by his reaction, you had a feeling you were on the right track. Now you just had to coax the answer out somehow.

"If you just tell me what's wrong, I promise I won't bother you about it for the rest of the mission."

He stared at you for a moment, his red eyelights glimmering with irritation and another emotion you couldn't place your paw on.

"tell you what," he started to say, his voice low and dangerous. "if you think you can hold your liquor and beat me in a drinking contest, i'll tell you."

You glanced at the bottle, watching the way the dark liquid seemed to leap with every subtle movement of his arm. You should put a stop to this foolish plan right away. Both of you needed to keep a level head and the last thing you wanted was to get charged with public intoxication. Still, you really wanted to get to the root of the problem.

"Fine," you sighed. "What are the terms?"

Reven thought for a moment. "we take turns, taking a drink and asking a question. if either of us don't want to answer, we take two drinks." He grinned maniacally at you and held out the bottle. "sound fair? or are you too chicken?"

You rolled your brown eyes. "Please, I eat chickens for dinner," you muttered and took a swig from the bottle. The liquor burned going down, but you were determined to drink the spellsword under the proverbial table. "Did the amulet belong to someone?" you asked.

He frowned and shook his head. "it was always mine," he huffed. You watched as he took another drink, mentally noting that this might be a sore topic for him.

"how did it feel to kill someone for the first time?"

You felt a chill run down your spine at his cold tone of voice. He wasn't looking directly at you, but in the dark of the alley, the red of his eyelights seemed to glow brighter than usual. You hadn't even considered what questions he would ask and now you were wondering if this game had been a mistake.

"It was...exhilarating," you murmured. "We were told it was all part of the job and not to let it get in the way of our duties, but no matter what I do, nothing compares to that first taste of EXP."

Reven grunted in response and passed you the bottle.

You took a deep breath and chased it with another drink, wiping your muzzle on your hide bracer. "When did you leave the Order of Rytos?"

"nine years, five months, and twelve days."

You didn't expect him to be so straightforward, staring at him for a moment before realizing he was waiting for you to pass the bottle back.

He swirled the contents around for a moment, staring down at the cobblestone in thought before tipping it back once more. "would you ever want to see your family again?" he asked quietly.

Family. The word felt bitter on your tongue and sat like a pit in your gut. You didn't have many back in your old kingdom, but they would have been informed of your death. As far as they knew, you had died a warrior's death during the failed attack on the Dark Fortress. If you were to see them again, that image of your legacy would be shattered and there would be questions. Questions that you didn't want to consider answering. Of course you missed them, but you also couldn't bear the thought of disappointing them.

Wordlessly, you took the bottle and downed two gulps of the powerful liquid. Your body shuddered at the harsh taste, but other than your eyes beginning to water, you maintained your dignity.

"i figured as much," Reven commented and took back the bottle. Without hesitation, he drained the last of the contents and set it down on the cobblestone.

You gave him a confused look. "I didn't even ask you anything..."

He shrugged, still not making eye contact. "you were going to."

You huffed and looked up at the night sky. He must have cottoned on to your line of questioning and now you weren't sure what to do next. You could already feel the buzz from the alcohol and if you weren't careful, you had a feeling you would be a complete mess in the morning.

The fur on the back of your neck prickled and you got the distinct sense of being watched. Half turning around, you caught Reven staring and for a moment, you said nothing, only staring back to see if he'd realize and get the hint.

As the unofficial staring contest stretched on, his permanent grin sharpened with an odd sense of glee. "you have a higher tolerance than i thought for someone so small," he commented with a dry laugh.

"Excuse me? I'm only a little bit shorter than you." You crossed your arms, feeling your fur bristle and the tip of your tail twitch with irritation. "Look, I just... I have plenty of experience."

He nodded, letting out another bitter sounding chuckle. "yeah... some demons can never be defeated." He clutched at the amulet and sighed. "acting as paladin again has brought up...a lot of dark memories that i prefer to keep buried. it doesn't help that perez has been...angrier than usual."

"Who's Perez?"

Reven's skull whipped around as if he had been slapped. His eyelights had shrunk down to little pinpricks of angry crimson and he clenched his fists at his sides. You stumbled back, but before you could make a run for it, he opened his mouth to speak.

"perez is my brother," he said in a now deathly calm tone of voice.

The cool night air seemed to turn frigid and you inadvertently shivered. Your fur stood on end and your breath came in short gasps as your heart threatened to explode in your chest. In that moment, you felt compelled to look around, to search for a presence that wasn't there, and yet, you couldn't shake the eerie feeling in your gut.

"W-why...is he angry...?" you whispered, your nerves finally getting the better of you.

"because i killed him."

Your mouth dropped open in shock at his admission, but before you could even begin to process it, his expression darkened and he clapped a hand over his mouth.

"no...i didn't! i love him... i wouldn't-!"

He suddenly dropped to his knees, clawing at his skull, barely registering the resulting harsh sounds of his steel gauntlets scraping against the bone. He kept muttering variations of denial over and over as his voice grew rougher by the second. Purple tears pooled at the corners of his eye sockets before cascading down his cheekbones and to the cobblestone below.

For a moment, you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Your partner had just admitted to familicide and then denied it in the same breath. How were you supposed to react? Should you say something? The longer you hesitated, the more you began to feel bad for him. He was clearly having a mental breakdown and you wanted to run away? No, you couldn't leave him alone in a place like this.

Moving carefully so as to not startle him, you knelt down in front of him and took his hands in your own. "It's okay, I'm here if you need me, Reven."

[kaikaykoa]

if Level-5 isn’t gonna give her personality, I will + sleeby lesbians

[tainted-well]

Warframe Story, Introduction

About a half a year ago I found this most useful post on r/Warframe: https://old.reddit.com/r/Warframe/comments/w14e47/warframe_story_campaign_guide_for_beginners_and/ Unfortunately after the Reddit blackout this post is not available anymore, so I decided to copy all the info (praise Unum it was saved in web.archive) and make some additions for players, who (like me) have already done some non-replayable quests. Quest names are highlighted in bold, my commentaries are marked with TW and highlighted in italic. Screenshots are also mine, from my early Warframe days.

Also I strongly advise you (if you are doing replays) to open your settings menu - social - creator mode. This mode hides some minor spoilers, unfortunately it can’t return some zones to their previous state.

Please note if you are replaying quests, sometimes initial and final quest messages aren’t send to your mail, so I suggest you look for them in warframe wiki quest transcripts.

--- (original post starts here)

With Veilbreaker and Duviri on the way I thought it would be good to give the new players (and old ones that missed the stuff) a guide for story campaign. This guide focuses on making a cohesive story to go through on your way to The New War, as after that it’s much more cohesive by itself.

This isn't a story guide on the history of events but trying to make sense of what's in the game at with the state it's in as much as possible. There are some bad omissions in game atm, most of which concern Alad V and other events, and since other early game stuff was mostly in events, a lot of context and motivation is missing early game, which is another big hurdle for the beginner experience.

I will supplement missing info with videos or other stuff to make it more or less understandable. Some of these are made by me to supplement some other stuff. Huge thanks to Orokin Archives and people that recorded the intros for events in the videos.

DISCLAIMER: This guide is focusing primarily on story and not about getting loot. In fact, some of the guide pretty much is against getting some loot till the time needed (biggest notable thing is Deadlock Protocol being delayed a lot). The idea is to create a sense of progression and logic in the story. Feel free to do side objectives and farming at your leisure.

Several activities should be done only after “unlocking” it with the perquisite quest (Infested invasions, Nightmare missions, Grineer vs Corpus invasions, Void Fissure missions, Vey Hek assassinate, The Index).

Quests that are not affected by this list: Howl of the Kubrow (but recommended to do after Phobos once you can go to the Void), A Man of Few Words (just do it when you unlock Uranus), Hidden Messages, The Limbo Theorem, Sands of Inaros, The Silver Grove and Octavia's Anthem (but imo both should be done directly after the Second Dream), Mask of the Revenant, The Waverider (can be done after Heart of Deimos to make sense), The Jordas Precept (pretty much should be done about the time you unlock Eris).

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UPD. I’ve just got the permission of the post owner, u/DarthGiorgi, to repost its contents in my tumblr blog.

Links to all posts:

Warframe Story, Introduction

Warframe Story, Act I: Awakening

Warframe Story, Act II: Escalation

Warframe Story, Act III: Turmoil

Warframe Story, Act IV: Prelude to War

[rockerb0y]

     ALTHOUGH DEEMED  to be a material improvement over the v's former tenancy, the corpo plaza apartment failed to elicit plaudits from its additional occupant. relocation to such sterile accommodations painted a predictable portrait of banal urbanity, wholly befitting of his host's pedigree and partiality for grandeur. although cognizant of the null impact associated with his vote, the loft apartment in the heart of heywood boasted his bias over their current dwellings.

     through the glass was the arasaka memorial surveyed from above, its scaled-down structure scrutinized secondhand alongside the mercenary. the tribute to the original towers' ruination educed entangled sentiments and ire. not even the widespread devastation could unfetter the city from the megacorporation's influence and over fifty years later, all that remained of the fateful night was a glorified grave at the base of its architectural successor. although voiced as a passing observation, the drought of meaningful consequence in relation to his own ambitions still compelled his counterpart to outline her precise point of dissension and contest his perspective forthright; the disputation yielded little surprise.

@xitmusic: " i’ve seen inside you. not much there as you think. "

     ❝ seen inside you too. hate to break it to ya, but you've got the depth of a goddamn kiddie pool with none of the whimsical charm. ❞

     behind scarlet lens did focus veer from the memorial below to his corporeal benefactor, narrowed and whetted by the fomentation of irreverence. their incongruous creeds were liable to rouse contention over the course of their antipathetic coalition and the present was no exception, regardless of their change in residence; if nothing else, the constancy could be appreciated at face value.

     ❝ know your type like the back of my dick, v. a corpo thoroughbred who's worshipped their collar from birth, pads their resumé with bullshit skills in hopes of proving something to someone, and wears their daddy issues on their sleeve like jinguji's spring-summer collection — you're a dime a dozen. ❞

     words were imparted with cool cadence, a blunt assessment crafted from a small sample of memories and initial impressions. their cerebral coalescence had necessitated an analysis of her character not long after their first encounter; given her prolonged exposure to his own experiences, the initiative was considered equitable.

     ❝ consider yourself lucky that you got a wake-up call. 'saka saw your true worth and netted it out for you: a big fat zero for your bottom line. just a cryin' shame that they beat me to the punch. ❞

BLADE RUNNER 2049 PROMPTS