#maze solvers

[stevebattle]

Voyager (1998) by Dave Woodfield, UK. Voyager competed in the 1998 UK Micromouse competition held in Manchester (see video), and the 1999 Micromouse National Finals where it came second with a time of 37.72 seconds.

"This is Voyager. … You can see that at least when it's exploring it turns just by turning one wheel backwards one wheel forwards and it runs on a couple of sort of Sliders that stop the front and back from dragging on the ground too much. You keep hearing this 'magic expression algorithm' which is just a nice technical way of saying this is how we work out how to get to the middle of the maze. … Now this mouse I suspect will not be capable of improving its time ... because its total elapsed time penalties will be added to its score." – Alan Dibley, UK Micromouse 1998.

"Voyager is a very smart looking (and running) micromouse mouse from Dave Woodfield. His first mouse since Enterprise in 1984, Voyager is a traditional wheelchair mouse driven by stepper motors. A Dallas DS5001 processor does the work. This is a 8051 derivative with on-board, battery-backed RAM. Easy to work with and offering a relatively low component count, these are popular processors for micromouse builders. Sensing is by means of an array of top-down, reflective IR sensors. There are a lot of these and they are managed by a Xilinx Programmable Logic Array chip. In the photographs, the entire top board that you can see is dedicated to the sensor system. If you want to be able to run diagonally, with a single row of sensors, you will want a fair number of them. As yet, Voyager does not perform diagonal runs. There is still work to be done on this mouse and, while quick, it will not necessarily beat Enterprise. ... The upper board hold the sensor processing circuitry. The lower one carries the processor and the motor drivers. A total of ten NiCd cells provides plenty of voltage for the stepper motor's chopper drive circuits. Essential for high performance from stepper motors. That big chip there is a PLA, not the processor. It looks after the sensors and the motor sequencing." – Pete Harrison.

[majorlb]

Dead Boy Detectives on a case where they get trapped in a cursed hedgemaze. It makes ghosts solid and feeling for some reason, almost alive. Which is annoying, because it's early January and cold.

They can't phase through the walls, and much to Edwins' dismay, if they lose something, they can't manifest them back. Which means he is now gloveless and cold.

Charles hates the idea of Edwin being cold, he knows the feeling of fingertips freezing in pain before going numb.

So, ever the gentleman and problem solver, he removes one of his gloves, and puts it on Edwin, during protests and vague attempts at getting Charles to stop, because what's the point in both of them having cold hands?

"We won't both be cold, mate, see?" He grins as he takes Edwins ungloved hand in his, threading their fingers together. "We'll keep each other warm"

Edwin doesn't protest, so Charles smiles at him before setting the pace through the maze again, Edwin trailing with him, hands warm and interlocked.

And if the deep rosy tint to either of their cheeks is more than the cold well...

(Charles being smooth without trying 2025)

[casuallyobssessed]

A Simple Favor — John Constantine x GN!Fae!Reader ❥ 1.5k Words

"Oh Cavey my Cavey… i humbly request some fae!reader x Constantine 🤲🧚🏻 If you would be so gracious?"

A/N: Thank you so much for your request @impossibly-moths 🫶🏻 Sorry it took me so long to get this one done for you. Thank you to @opheliainlove42 for proofreading and giving me a title! 🥰

Fic and mood board requests are OPEN!

Warnings: Fae Reader, gender neutral, no use of y/n

Archive of Our Own Link

John Constantine has a problem and you're the only one who can fix it.

You are a problem solver with a solid head on your shoulders. It's why the other fae respect you. You know how to fix things when they go sideways, but you also have a knack for preventing problems to begin with. That is a very valuable skill. Such a skill has drawn the attention of angels, demons, and humans alike. 

Usually, they compensate you handsomely for your time, expertise, and ability to get things done. Whether it's money, trades for services, or particular… special favors, you always get the best end of the deal. 

And then, you met John Constantine. 

John Constantine, professionally known as just Constantine. From the moment he waltzed into your garden smelling like cigarettes and a heavy dousing of Hell, you figured he would be trouble. 

But you were wrong.

Constantine was kind enough to stub out his cigarette and toss the butt onto the sidewalk before stepping into your quiet sanctuary. You appreciated that forethought. Humans are into all kinds of nasty business, and those death sticks were something you despised. The nicotine and tar would ravage your beautiful plants, stunting their growth and damaging their leaves. 

-

Your garden is located in an alleyway, squished between two buildings: a bowling alley and a nondescript, half-destroyed, foreclosed set of apartments. The fence around the perimeter is covered in English ivy. As powerful as it is, the ivy does not grow where it isn't wanted. Long ago, you told it where it belonged and it listened. 

Inside the walls, you've created a small hedge maze surrounded by shrubs, trees, and flowers. There are beautifully ornate bird houses and baths scattered around. 

In the middle of the maze rests your home. Your neighbors, a handful of other fae, are spread throughout the maze. But this garden, this is your creation. Your masterpiece. You claimed the center just so you could stand on the balcony of your cottage and watch the sun rise over your paradise every day.

You were drinking your morning tea when you spotted him at the entrance to your garden, disheveled with a scowl on his face. Eager to find out why this human was welcoming himself into your space, you left your cottage behind and fluttered over to where he stood on the dirt path. 

His first words to you were, “You're smaller than I thought you'd be.” You eyed him with a huff and sat down on a branch hanging over and occupying the pathway. You were face to face with him and it felt like an eternity before he spoke again.

He gruffly introduced himself as ‘something like a demon hunter’ and wasted no time in getting straight to the point. Constantine needed your help with a bad case of pissed off brownies. You had to stop yourself from laughing at him.  

He had gone to Papa Midnite who couldn't (or wouldn't) offer any assistance, but slipped him a card with your name and address on it. You were his last hope, and you could tell by the grimace he was sporting that Constantine was not a man who asked for help often. 

“Okay, I'll help you,” You nodded, before looking him up and down, “But you'll owe me a favor.”

“Sure, sure, anything,” He said desperately. 

“Anything, huh?” You raised your eyebrow at him, “I'll remember that.”

-

After preparing yourself, you followed Constantine back to his apartment, which was surprisingly located above the bowling alley right next door. You wondered why you'd never run into him before. 

The scent of nicotine hits you immediately, making you cringe as you enter. You pushed your distaste to the back of your mind as you looked around. His apartment was drab. It seemed that gallons of holy water and wards along the doorway were his idea of decorating. The lights cast a dull, sterile brightness on everything it touched, including Constantine. 

Aside from the lifelessness of his home, Constantine was clearly in over his head. It looked like the brownies he mentioned had destroyed most of his things. All of his clothing had been ripped from hangers and out of drawers. Papers and broken dishes were strewn about his kitchen and bedroom. The fridge was hanging half open with food scattered on the floor in front of it. 

“What on Earth did you do to them?” You ask, trying not to giggle at the sight.

“I don't know! I haven't had a problem with them until a couple days ago,” John leans against the sink and lights a cigarette before continuing, “Came back from an exorcism and I guess I brought home some bad energy.” 

“Bad energy?”

“Well, one of the women there, she gave me a handful of crystals. Insisted they'd protect me and shoved them in my pocket. I forgot I had them, honestly,” He takes a drag from his cigarette, “I tossed ‘em on the counter and the next morning, they were all shattered on the table.” 

“Oh,” You blink at him and turn around, “This is going to be more trouble than it's worth, I think.” 

You are lying through your teeth. This would be easy. Those brownies just want balance restored in their space after he fucked the energy up. You want to see if you could make him beg for it. 

“Does that mean you won't help me?” He asks, desperation sticking to every word.

“John. Brownies are ancient. You have no idea what they're capable of. One wrong move…” You look at him with a shrug, raising your eyebrows and frowning dramatically for effect.

“Oh, come on. Midnite wouldn't have sent me to you if you couldn't do it,” Constantine all but whined at you. 

“You're right,” You sigh, “I’ll still help, but I need you to say the magic word.”

“The magic word?” Constantine tilts his head to the side.

“Yeah. Even children know how to say it, John.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” You cross your arms and flutter your wings.

“...please?” He whispers under his breath, like the word is a foreign language to him. 

“Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you.”

“Please,” He says louder, looking away from you. 

You grin at him and clap your hands, “Great! Now I can get started. Time for you to go.” 

You usher him out and wait until you hear his footsteps trail away before working your magic. All you need to do is find the brownies and talk with them. The best way to resolve this would be to reset the energy and cleanse the space. That's something you could do in your sleep.

-

It's not long before you're finished, so you plop down on one of the pillows on Constantine's bed. It wasn't very comfortable, but nothing else in his home looked to be that way either. 

You must have fallen asleep because you're suddenly startled awake by a loud knock on the door and Constantine opening the front door. 

“You done in here, yet?” He calls out.

“You know, they're attracted to all of the… occult items here. They like your trinkets,” You shout to him from the bed as he walks back into the apartment.

“I'm not surprised,” Constantine finds you on his bed and runs a hand through his hair while looking at you quizzically.

“I had to promise them you’d leave out tiny scones every Thursday for the rest of your miserable life, by the way.”

“...Do I actually have to do that?”

“Only if you want to keep your teeth,” You say matter of factly. 

You stretch out on his pillow like you belong there, one leg dangling off the edge, your wings fanned lazily behind you. His eyes linger, just a second too long.

“It's time to pay up, Constantine,” You sit up, crossing your arms and looking at him sternly, “I've held up my end of the deal. Now it's your turn.”

“Alright, fine,” He grumbles and sits on the other end of the bed, "How much are we talkin’? Gold? Blood? Fae taxes?”

“No, no, no. None of that.” 

“Then what?”

“I want you to do whatever I ask for one night.” 

“This is the favor you had in mind when you said you'd help me?” John looked at you in disbelief. 

“Well… not really. At first, I was just going to make you run a few errands for me,” You smirk, “But now, I think I'd prefer to have some fun with you.” 

John huffs out a laugh, rubbing a hand across his mouth like it might hide the way his lips twitch.

“You really are a menace,” he mutters.

You crawl across the mattress toward him, movements slow and predatory. Your wings catch the light as you shift, casting shadows over the bed. You stop when you're kneeling just in front of him.

“You agreed to this, remember?” 

“I was desperate.”

“And I loved it,” you say sweetly.

[nitewrighter]

I read that post on luthor refusing the riddler legion membership because his riddling clues always get solved by batman, who lex is 90% sure solves crimes as a hobby (technically lex is right, bruce is very dedicated to his hobby, and very good at it, but it is technically a hobby), while the justice league has a dozen geniuses on its roster.

And that got me thinking, what if nygma left Gotham for a time, stating he’s “taking a break from the bat”, and using the other so called “league geniuses” as mental exercise?

Could the question indeed solve his riddles in his sleep?

Which heroes would solve their challenges easily? (Mr terrific does crossword puzzles in pen remember)

Which ones would be like- i’m good with tech/chemistry/quantum physics, I don’t know anything about 18th century french literature?

And what if the “comic relief” heroes (plastic man, beast boy, booster gold et al) got involved?

If they did solve a riddle/puzzle/game/challenge, would it be due to dumb luck? That they’re smarter than people give them credit for? Or because they make jokes do often, they’re familiar with puns and word play?

In beast boy’s case, is it because he’s an avid gamer, and one of his old favorites is riddle of the minotaur?

I mean I hate defaulting to my faves for these questions, but Mister Miracle getting through one of the Riddler's wacky Riddle-Death-Traps/Mazes because he is literally The Greatest Superhero Escape Artist is thoroughly hilarious to me.

Barda: *watching Scott self-narrate and trial-and-error his way through some Riddler bullshit*

Spoiler: ...I don't get it. You can smash right through this entire setup. Why don't you do that?

Barda: Arguably, Scott could probably Motherbox his way out of it as well, but this is enrichment for him. Also his thinky-face is cute.

Mister Miracle, offscreen: Barda! Barda, he's got a Stab-o-tron! Barda, are you seeing this!?

Barda: Yes, Scott, it's a very nice death trap.

My other option for facing off with the Riddler is of course Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy's a problem solver, but he's also got so many heavy hitters either ready to fight for him at the drop of a hat, or completely sick of his ass because he is Superman's Pal. I also love Plot Armor Jimmy flummoxing villains through sheer idiot luck.

Jimmy: Batman! Boy, am I glad to see you! You're not going to believe it! I was--

Batman: *pinching the bridge of his nose* You were tracking down the source of a mysterious augmented reality game that was using deepfake footage of pop stars and prompting teenagers across the nation to commit mischief and sow chaos at strategic locations, allowing for several high-stakes, high-black-market-value robberies to occur. And now you're in a pop music-themed death trap.

Jimmy: Wow! Yeah! But don't worry, Scoops has been recording every--

Batman: For the record, you only ended up further along in this mystery than me because I can't immediately recognize pop music references.

Jimmy: I-- I don't really see what that has to do with anything but--

Riddler, from some overhead speakers: Is that... jealousy I hear, Batman?

Batman: It's not jealousy, I just wouldn't expect you to hide yourself with inanity.

Riddler: Maybe you should listen to more pop music! It might help you articulate all those dark sludgy feelings gunking up what should be a genius intellect! Or has the great Batman lost all touch with the masses?!

Batman: Nygma, leave the reporter out of this. We both know your fight is with me.

Riddler: mmm... I don't know. He did get further along than you...I mean, not everything has to be about you, Batman--

Batman: NYGMA--!

Jimmy: Should I--d-do you guys want me to turn off Scoops so you can talk about this, or--?

[remember-digimon]

Prodigious!

Izzy is the reason all these kids are still alive btw just wanted to make sure we all know that

So Izzy is smart. He brings a laptop and cellphone to summer camp and uses big words. But thankfully he does not fall into the trap of 'smart kids' of western media; overly nerdy, completely socially inept, you get the idea. No, Izzy is more than that. His intelligence has a basis in something besides a trope; namely, computer science and engineering.

(Don't even get me started on Matt being the one to go into engineering when IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IZZY)

From the moment the kids land in the Digital World, Izzy is curious about it. His crest is knowledge but I really think it should've been curiosity. He gets Tentomon to evolve by hacking his code. He comes up with some aliens conspiracy to explain why they're there and why there's things like phone booths on the beach.

Izzy is the problem solver of the group. In fact, without him, the other kids are just... Kinda lost. Izzy has the answers, and if he doesn't he'll at least know how to find them.

Even though he's younger than the others, being 10 when they're 11, they treat him as an equal. This is opposed to the other kid that's 10, Mimi, who is kind of coddled, and the two youngest, TK and Kari, who are literally the hope and light of the group.

Izzy is basically Tai's second-in-command, deferring to Tai's leadership while Tai takes his input very seriously. However, Izzy isn't much of a leader on his own.

He gets distracted by details. When Mimi finds him in the temple, he's so busy on his laptop that she gets upset and runs off into a maze. I would attribute this to him being younger, and as he gets older he does get better at applying his intelligence to a leadership role.

Most of the kids have an interesting family dynamic and Izzy is no different. It's revealed that he's adopted, that his birth parents died shortly after he was born and his adoptive parents were friends that took him in.

What I like about this reveal is that, of course, Izzy found this out on his own due to his curiosity. He overheard his parents discussing whether or not they should tell him, deciding not to because he's too young.

During the Odaiba raid, when the kids have a moment, Izzy gets to finally have the conversation. They admit that he's adopted and tell him what happened, and he says he already knows. He didn't want to bring it up himself because he thought he could just pretend like things were normal, like before he knew. But obviously it couldn't. This shows the price he pays for his curiosity, that sometimes knowing things isn't all fun times and computer jargon. It isn't helpful for Izzy to pretend to not know, to ignore what he knows. Instead it's better for him to apply what he knows to react appropriately, instead of hiding behind the easier mode of willful ignorance.

This also comes into play, though in a different way, during Izzy's confrontation with Vademon. Izzy gives away his curiosity (under extreme duress but still) and is basically empty of all character after that. He does a weird alphabet yoga meditation and willingly gives up his crest and tag, when earlier in the episode his curiosity was at a boiling point over it.

This causes Tentomon to de-digivolve to the baby stage; the only other partner Digimon to go back to this stage is Patamon. With the loss of his curiosity, Izzy has lost the core of his being and is no longer able to maintain Tentomon's existence.

Of course, he gets it back and everything is fine afterwords. This episode is very interesting when looking at how things work for the kids and their Digimon, why the crests are important, etc. But that's a post for another time.

Izzy is incredibly important to the team. Without him, I highly doubt they would've made it very far at all. He's able to look up Digimon on his laptop, kind of like a Digimon version of a Pokedex, when none of the currently present Digimon can give an explanation about who they're up against. But aside from his usefulness as the Smart Kid, it's noteworthy that he uses his intelligence to be helpful instead of lording it over everyone. And he is still a kid, albeit with an impressive vocabulary, so sometimes his curiosity gets him into trouble.

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

(Murder Drones Episode 7 spoilers!)

THEY CHANGED THE INTRO V IS OFFICIALLY DEAD FUNERAL'S ON THURSDAY

Cult. It's a cult. This is definitely a cult. They probably don't even realize it but it is undeniably some kind of cult.

Nori what are you doing. Nori why are you like this.

The cross is a USB??

They're keeping the Drones themselves in the lockers??

Of course the unpaid intern whose opinion doesn't matter is the only one with any sympathy for them.

Pink Solver core?? SOLVER LIZZY?!?

Ah great, the Envy shippers are gonna be using this as "proof" that he's still in love with V.

HE IMMEDIATELY APOLOGIZED HE LOVES HER SO MUCH

Tessa. Stop. I was willing to give you the benefit of a doubt but you're not doing yourself any favours.

And now she's being racist. Way to go.

"The power of a black hole in the palm of my hand."

SEE TESSA ALL YOU DID WAS MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE

THEY'RE BACK THAD AND LIZZY ARE FINALLY RELEVANT AGAIN

Did they change Thad's VA? He sounds different.

Was that V? Is she already back?

N BABY NO DON'T SAY THAT YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS

Eldritch V??

I can't wait for people to meme about his perfectly cut scream there.

Not going near the corpse. Smart move.

Cyn stop. Cyn stop. CYN STOP PLEASE I'M BEGGING I WANT YOU TO BE SYMPATHETIC

She hugged him. That's probably a good thing, right? That's probably proof that the real Cyn is still in there somewhere, right? THAT PROBABLY MEANS SHE MISSES HIM AND IS GENUINELY SORRY RIGHT

Nothin' like a good old-fashioned Robot Uprising Apocalypse, eh? In other news, Skynet is suing the Solver for copyright infringement.

Those admin privileges comin' in handy. Unfortunately they don't do much in the physical world.

Uzi has absolutely no reason to be crawling and scuttling around like a creature right now except for the simple fact that she wants to. Never change, little gremlin.

Oh I don't think you should watch that. N was right, y'know, there's probably stuff down here you don't wanna see.

Why does this remind me of the garbage maze in FNaF Security Breach?

Okay so it's not some kind of disembodied Solver Lizzy core. Don't blame me, the lights looked pink before and the cat ears headphones reminded me of Lizzy's bow.

Familiar?? Nori??? DID N ACTUALLY KILL YOU AND WHY AREN'T YOU BRITISH/MOMMY LONG LEGS

Khan? A hunk? In the words of Professor Membrane, NOT SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE!!!

"How do you know my daughter?" "Well y'see, it all started when we tried to kill each other..."

Oh it was J. Is it bad to say I'm kind of relieved?

Are we getting the cool edgy Khan from the concept art??? Bro why are you so nonchalant about it being the end of the world.

INB4 people go frame-by-frame through the list looking for the most Russian-sounding name and say "THERE, THAT'S DOLL'S DAD"

Tessa was that really necessary? You're giving really bad vibes right now.

Patch? So the Solver can be removed? And she knows? Again, major bad vibes.

*FNaF 2 Foxy jumpscare*

I'm starting to suspect Yeva either can't or chooses not to talk.

Is she saying the Solver wiped her memory of the labs? I guess that would explain a few things.

N being so polite and cute as always.

What do you mean, "found its way back?" Where did it go? Is the timeline completely wrong? Did it start on Copper-9 then go to Earth then return to Copper-9? I'm so confused.

Nori why are you so casual about the prospect of your own daughter being a planet-eating eldritch abomination. This is exactly why I'm worried about the fandom giving you the Rose Quartz treatment.

I told you not to watch it, Uzi.

Welp, so much for Doll. Consider this karma for killing V. But "fight back?" Does that mean it can be resisted?

So now we know where Uzi gets it from.

Tessa no. Tessa stop. Tessa STOP. TESSA STOP YOU'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO PRETEND TO HELP ANYMORE

YEAH N SAVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND

Whoa, didn't see that coming. No face reveal?? Does that mean she really is a Drone???

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY

Imagine meeting your daughter for the first time and she's currently being possessed by an eldritch abomination masquerading as her boyfriend's dead sister.

Every time I think this episode's about to end on a cliffhanger it doesn't.

EVEN WHEN SHE'S BEING POSSESSED BY AN ELDRITCH ABOMINATION MASQUERADING AS HIS DEAD SISTER HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN LET HER BE HURT AND IT WAS ENOUGH TO SNAP HER OUT OF IT FOR LIKE HALF A SECOND HOW COULD ANYBODY SAY THEY'RE NOT IN LOVE

Oh no, now people are gonna write fics about Nori being vored by her own daughter.

"Hang out" is code for "date." "Hang out" is code for "boyfriend and girlfriend." "Hang out" is code for "madly in love with each other." "HANG OUT" IS CODE FOR "WE MAKE SWEET AND PASSIONATE LOVE TOGETHER EVERY SINGLE NIGHT WE'RE ALREADY PLANNING THE WEDDING AND I'M GONNA WEAR THE DRESS AND WE'RE GONNA NAME OUR KIDS GLOCK AND BAYONET"

Literally smacked the sense back into her.

Imagine meeting your mom for the first time and you don't know who she is and she's a gross little fleshy crab-spider-thing similar to what your boyfriend's jerk boss turned into so you punt her into a bottomless pit and she makes a dodgeball noise.

LOOK AT HER REACTION SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT "HANG OUT" IS CODE FOR SHE JUST DIDN'T REALIZE HE THOUGHT OF IT THAT WAY TOO

My last two brain cells while watching this episode. Now would be a really good time for you two to kiss.

Oh good gosh she's not dead. Okay it wasn't at all necessary to put your head on backwards.

CYN IS HUMAN NOW??? OR IS SHE WEARING TESSA'S BODY LIKE ENNARD DID WITH MICHAEL

NO JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE ALREADY

Sorry J but you're still not plot relevant yet, you're not allowed to participate.

J: *sees the railgun* *has war flashbacks*

UZI YOU CAN'T SACRIFICE YOURSELF RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AND TELL HIM TO "DIE MAD" AS YOUR LAST WORDS THAT IS LITERALLY NOT OKAY

*Uzi falls* *screen fades to white* *UNDERTALE*

The Void???

Glitch I beg of you please don't make us wait another half a year for the next episode. And Liam please don't let it end after one season.

[mystic-rox]

Arden Morvant

Behavioral Analysis Unit

Confidential Psychological Profile

Subject: Arden Morvant

Prepared by: Dr. Spencer Reid

Date: [REDACTED]

Classification: Former Peripheral Offender / Probationary BAU Profiler

OVERVIEW:

Arden Morvant is an anomalous profile in the BAU, an outlier in both origin and trajectory. He possesses the rare duality of someone capable of immense psychological harm yet drawn magnetically toward healing. He is not a sadist. He is not devoid of empathy. But he is someone who understands violence, too well, too intuitively; that understanding was once misused. Often unknowingly, sometimes deliberately.

Morvant didn’t kill. He didn’t mutilate. He didn’t even touch the bodies. But he set the stage, sometimes literally. He gave monsters their scripts. And when they acted, he watched.

He helped unsubs the way a composer writes music for someone else’s ballet. He never performed it. But he knew exactly how it would look.

EARLY DEVELOPMENT:

Morvant’s formative years are defined by neglect, both emotional and structural. There is no evidence of overt abuse, but neglect, particularly chronic emotional neglect, is a form of trauma that often yields either one of two outcomes: internalized shame and dissociation, or externalized control-seeking behavior. Morvant developed both.

He learned early to make himself invisible when necessary, charming when required, and useful above all else. This led to his long pattern of involvement with predators who recognized his genius and lack of boundaries, and exploited both. He wasn’t coerced. He wasn’t entirely complicit either. He drifted, and then he directed.

PERSONALITY STRUCTURE:

Morvant is a paradox. He is both self-aware and self-obscured. He knows what he is. But he doesn’t always know why. He is governed by a deep need for structure, but has a volatile emotional core beneath it that manifests in ritualistic behaviors:

• Mirror shards: Morvant keeps them on his desk—not for vanity, but to “reflect his thoughts.” It is likely a compulsive grounding tool—fractured reflections mirroring a fractured identity. There’s symbolism in it. The man who helped unsubs see themselves never really saw himself clearly.

• Violin playing: Much like my own use of chess or quantum algorithms to process complex emotion, Morvant uses the violin to regulate his affective state. He plays not to perform but to process. I’ve observed him use vibrato patterns to calm himself and harmonic tension as a substitute for verbal communication. It’s not music. It’s Morse code with strings.

He lives almost entirely inside his own mind—a dangerous thing for someone whose mind once built mazes for killers. But within the BAU, structure is externally imposed, and for the first time, Morvant wants that.

ATTACHMENT & RELATIONAL DYNAMICS:

Morvant has latched onto Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner with a fervent emotional fixation. It is gravitational. Hotch is a constant, a walking anchor, and Morvant orbits him like a lost satellite hoping not to burn up.

Possibly past relationship.

He mirrors Hotch’s posture. Matches his cadence. Defers in a way that borders on childlike loyalty. It’s a classic anxious-preoccupied attachment with clear roots in early deprivation.

His dynamic with me is different. I think he sees me less as an anchor and more as a lighthouse. He shows me his worst thoughts. His weirdest ones. He trusts that I won’t flinch. That I understand—because in many ways, I do.

CLINICAL CONCERNS:

Risk Indicators:

• Prone to obsessive fixation (cases, people, ideas)

• Tends toward dissociation under emotional stress

• Struggles to define a consistent moral compass—especially when someone he cares about is in danger

• Will manipulate for security, not out of malice, but survival instinct

Protective Traits:

• Deep remorse, even when expressed obliquely

• Profound loyalty to those he deems safe

• Highly creative, non-linear problem solver

• Appears to thrive under authority when it’s paired with emotional consistency

MORALITY & MOTIVATION:

Morvant is not evil. He’s untethered. Or rather—was. Now, he’s trying to rebuild a moral foundation that was never given to him. It’s slow. Messy. Painful. But it’s real. He wants to be useful again. But now for the right reasons.

He clings to symbols: mirrors, music, outlines of order, because they keep the chaos at bay. And if you asked him directly, I don’t think he could tell you what scares him more:

Being who he was.

Or being someone no one understands.

FINAL SUMMARY:

He’s dangerous. But not to us.

He’s unpredictable. But never maliciously so.

He’s brilliant. But he knows that already.

What he doesn’t know yet, is that he’s redeemable.

And I think, with time, and trust, he’ll prove that to the rest of the world too.

He already has to me.

—Dr. Spencer Reid

[theimaginethinker]

Beyond the Walls (Gally x Female! Reader)

Masterlist

Chapter Warings: Language, Violence, Death, Use of Y/N

Chapter 1: Introduction

I stood at the gates of the maze with Harriet and Sonya waiting for the walls to open.

“To tell you both the truth, I’m ready to get out of this icy hell.”  I told the girls with a little laugh. Looking around the spring, seeing girls get up to get ready to go to work.

“Us too.” Harriet said back to me, rubbing her hands together.

“Well, look at this way we do get another girl today.” Sonya interjected with her joyful glee she always seems to have.

 “Well, a newbie for Ximena to welcome into our lovely Spring.” I said sarcastically and tightened my laces. The gates start to open, and I turn to the girls standing next to me. “I’ll see y’all later.”

“Stay safe” They yell at me as I take off down the corridor.

(7 hours)

“Hey, let me go” I yelled as men dressed in all black clothing carried me away. I had just found a way out and when they came out of nowhere to grab me. They put me in an all-white room, reminding me of when it snows in the Spring.

“Hello Y/N. Do you know who I am?” A woman much older than me in all white asked me. She was a little taller than me with blonde hair and a few wrinkles in her face. Her skin is fair with some color in her cheeks. Her hair was pulled back tight making her round face pull back with it.

“Should I?” I asked.

“No, you should not. But you found a way out faster than we planned.” She sat down in a chair across from me. “And we can’t have you go back in. So, we are going to put you through another test while we wait.” she told you with a smile. A smile I didn’t like, one that told me that the ‘test’ wasn’t going to be one that I’ll like.

“What is tha-” I started before I felt a prick in the side of my neck, and everything went black. When I awoke, I was in the hottest place I ever remember being in. Looking around all I see is sand, blue sky with a hot sun, and what looked like a building in the distance. “Well, this is different.” I said to myself, I put my hands in my pockets to find a piece of paper. ‘Survive. Find Safe Haven.’ is all that is written on it. Great.

Time skip (A week)

“Come on this way.” A man told me leading me down a tunnel underground. I had been in what these people have been calling the Scorch for about a week before these men found me. And decided that I was worth keeping after I was able to steal from them without them noticing, and that I was from WCKD.

“Lawrence, we found this WCKD Immune walking around the scorch. What should we do with her?” The man said, not mentioning I easily steal from them. Another man stood next to a plant that held flowers. The man turned to me showing that he didn’t have part of his nose. He stared me up and down, thinking.

“We could sell her back to WCKD. Bet they pay good money for an immune.” The man told the man who found me. No. I’m not going back to those people ever, if I go back terrible thing will happen.

“Or I can help you. I used to do the maze and I was also a medic in my maze. I’m one hell of a problem solver and a great negotiator. I can do anything you give me and help any way I can. Plus, I stole from your man without them noticing” I said quickly to not be sold back the WCKD. “Something this guy forgot to mention, probably to save his humility.” Both heads quickly turn to me then they look at each other. 

“Why were you in the Scorch by yourself?” The man asked me as he waved to me to come closer with his hand.

“I found my way out of the maze quicker than WCKD intended. They didn’t know what to do with me, so they stuck me in the middle of that waist land and told me to find a way. That was it. I wanted to go back for my friends, but they grabbed me before I could do so. Guessing so I couldn’t go and get the rest of them out, ruining whatever plans they have.” I explain to them.

“We keep her. Train her. She is going to become a great aspect to our cause.” He said, giving me a small smile. “She is not afraid to stand up and talk. We can use that to make alliances. She may also be able to help us with WCKD compounds.” He went back to his roses. “Jasper, get her a place to rest and new clothes.” the man nodded at me to follow him. “What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked me.

“Y/N.” I stopped and turned to him.

“Welcome to our world Y/N. You can call me Lawerence.”

“Thank you.” I gave Lawrence a nod before going back to following the man named Jasper.

Time Skip (4 months)

“Okay, this should be Maze Trial A. An all-boys group, from what we have gathered, they escaped just a few days ago. So, the compound should be abandoned.” I told my group as we got out of our vehicles. “What we are here for is information we can use, and any weapons left behind. But stay sharp. We don't know if WCKD has put any hidden sensors or anything like that.” We open the door with our guns ready. Walking in I see two bodies on the ground. The first one I came to was a boy no older than 14 years old, curly hair and a round face. God why does it have to be the younger ones. I pulled my mask off after feeling his pulse looking at the gunshot wound in his chest. His skin was cold and the was no pulse, not even a shallow one. “He's gone.” I told them moving to the older blonde headed looking boy, who looked to be my age. I hear a few curses from the men towards WCKD as I walk over to the other boy. He had a spear in his chest. Checking his pulse, I could feel a very light pulse. “He’s not thought. I need help over here, we got a live one.” I yelled out.

“Y/N he’s not going to make it.” The other medic of the group tells me.

“We need to save him, if he's immune. He’s worth saving.” I told him. “I need everyone else to spread out and search the compound. We move out in 30.” I yell out to everyone else as we get to work on the boy. Slowly getting him back stable and the spear out of him. That's when I notice his vines and start searching, seeing a needle looking thing next to me. “Hey, he’s been stung. I need the antidote.” I yell out, and he starts to shake. He gains some sort of consciousness back as he opens his eyes up some, looking at the other medic before looking at me. We lock eyes I give him a small smile. “Don’t worry we got you.” I told him as his eyes closed.

Time Skip (A few days)

I sat in my living area, being of a higher rank gives me a better space. Being a good friend to Lawrence gives me an even better space. I’m going over the files that were collected from our Maze A mission. Information left behind was more than we expected as WCKD usually wipe everything. I guess they didn’t have time to wipe everything, just the info on the test subjects that were being held and tested in the maze. I was focused on the task at hand when I hear a cough coming from my sleeping space. As I was the one that wanted to save the boy, I had to be the one to take care of him. One of the rules made by Lawrence. Getting up I walk over to see him already sitting up in my makeshift bed.

“How are you feeling stick?” I asked. The boy immediately jumped up and looked at me. Getting into a fighting like stance.

“Who are you, where am I, and how did I get here?” he questioned. I put my hand up to stop him.

“My name is Y/N. You're in my apartment, in a safe compound just outside the last city. We saved you from WCKD compound Maze A, a few days ago and brought you here to heal. And just so you know we are not WCKD nor selling you back.” I told him, walking farther into the room.

“How can I trust you?” He asked angrily standing up, walking towards me and towering over me. Something I didn’t take too kindly to, but it was kind of hot. Well, I can emit that the boy is a little cute.

“Because WCKD decided that they were going to take me. A female who spent the time of her life that she could remember in a frozen hell and throw her into the middle of the desert. Just because she finished one of their trials too quickly. The same female who saved you after the other medic in her group told her that it might not be worth it. That same female who gave you her bed to recover in, has been watching over you and who’s been changing your bandages for the past few days.” I say to him before turning around to walk out of the room. “You’ll meet with Lawrence in an hour, he is the boss around here. And you're welcome for saving your life.” I said as I walked away. “Oh, your new clothes are on the chair.” I called behind my shoulder. I told someone to inform Lawrence that the boy was awake.

A few minutes later the boy walks out now dressed in black pants and a gray hoodie. And if I was to tell you the truth, the boy is cute. With his short but not shaved hair and warm brown eyes. He was skinny but still built, most likely from the food WCKD gave them to eat. “You hungry?” I asked and all he does is nodded his head. I get up heading to my small kitchen, as he follows me. I make him a plain meat and cheese sandwich and he quickly eats it. Making me have a small smile which he gives back.

“Um…” he starts getting my attention. “You said something about WCKD, were you a part of it at some point?” He questions as I sit across from him at the small table.

“I’ll tell you, but you have to tell me your name first.” I told him.

“Gally.” He said very quickly as I chuckled at it.

“Hello Gally. Well, I’m just like you, a test subject of WCKD. I was put into a maze to be tested on. I got out too early and so they put me in the middle of the desert.”

“You said you came from a frozen hell. The maze I was in  wasn’t frozen, and it was all boys. Well, we were all boys until.” he cut himself off.

“They made our maze different. Yours was more of a heat and humidity type environment. Mine was cold and icy. I mean we had to use ice skates instead of running the maze because it was just covered in ice. They probably did it to see which environment worked better for whatever they were needing it for.”

“And then were you all girls or?”

“We were all girls, when I was there­.” I replied as there was a knock on my door. “That's the cue. Time to find out your fate Gally.” I told him with a smile as I walked him to where Lawrence was. “You’ll be fine. And don’t stare.” I said with a smile, and he just looked at me confuse before walking in.

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@rosesareyellowtoo

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

By Blue Eyes, Yellow Will Die - Chapter 2: A Murder Drones story

"Amanda, make sure everyone's in their rooms, I don't want any interference" Alice command, as she went through her checks.

"Y-yes of course, Alice" the drone woman said, all but running from the main lab room.

"Alright, Beau, you ready for the final exam" Alice said to her son as she waved the port cord in front of his visor.

Beau was ten years old today and if all went well, he'd no longer have to rely on his mother, to get around the lab. That didn't mean he was allowed to grow up - they still didn't have a cure - but his mother had worked out a redesign to allow him more mobility. But, to get his birthday present, he'd have to pass his mother's test.

All drones, especially UNNs, had the ability to transfer their code. It was a necessary ability to allow for Drones to age up their bodies as they got older. Generally speaking this line of code was programmed to be something that just happened when it was time and the new body was prepared; Beau was ten and his pillbaby unit was constantly informing him and his mother that he was ready for transfer (a pop up that Alice had put to sleep because without a cure, she considered allowing her son to age, to be the equivalent of placing him in the hands of Yellow Eyes). That didn't mean that his mother wasn't preparing him for the day he would be transferred. Rather, she was preparing him to be adaptable, on the very real chance that the day he grows up was the day he would face Yellow Eyes.

The idea behind the tests was simple, a digital rat's maze complete with check points, the execution was a little different. All Beau had to do was leave his body - which his mother would then connect to the end of the "maze" -, go through several machines via, wire cords, radio waves and a self activating email as well as completing several tasks within each machine ... simple.

"You'll be fine, Beau," Alice said, her empty hand coming up to pat his head, "it's nothing you haven't done before, it's just all been put together, and if you really need an out, I've got an emergency extraction ready."

Beau took a breath, this was it, looking at his mother and then the port cord, he gave a smile and Alice plugged him into the maze.

There's a moment between the plug and the the full download where Beau was still able to see from his UNN visor before he's fully entered the digital realm, in that moment, he knows his mother can't see his eyes, but he can see her. His first memory of her was her tears, her fear, his second memory was seeing her command the lab drones to put the place back in order, knife tail whipping back and forth, he doesn't remember what happened to caused these events, but he remembers a ferocity in her voice, in her eyes. In this moment, however, as he transfered out of his body, this moment where she thought he couldn't see her, he could see her fear; he'd taken early extraction before, not again, for his mother's sake he'd finish the test in one go - download complete.

"Alright Beau, ya hear me" Alice said into the mic of the observation board that would track his progress, and also the only way she would be able to talk to him while he was in the maze.

A green light on the observation board, flickered - yes.

"You good in there?"

The green light again.

"Alright, starting the timer, you've got an hour, begin."

Green light.

The maze was isolated to the room his mother waited in, that didn't mean he didn't have access to whatever else was in digital reach. Doors of temptation, if he went through just one, if he found the right one ... but he couldn't, he's seen the tapes of the other solver weilders, even if he was able to find a way to leave, to grow, his mother had shown him his code, had shown him the marks on his digital soul. The moment Yellow Eyes knew he existed ...

The image of his mother's fear came to mind once more and he got to work. Diligently he made his way through the task of the first machine before traveling by cord to the next. Fifty minutes left. Second machine, the tasks here would allow him to move the blocky device and have it plug itself into the third machine. Thirty-five minutes. Here he had to travel a constant back and forth between machine three and four via radio waves to have access to the fifth. Fifteen minutes left as he sent himself to the fifth machine via self activating email.

"Alice" came a scream of pure fright that was picked up by the observation board mic.

"Connie, back to your room or so help me-!"

"The sky demons, they found an access point!"

"-Lock down, get everyone to the safe points, I'm releasing the sentinels, anyone not behind a door by then can get scrapped."

The sound of a door opening, closing and locking.

"Beau, Beau, the test is over, we'll try another time, I'm extracting you now"

As frustrated as he was, Beau knew better then to continue the test - the digital finish line that was his body was removed to halt the win conditions that would have allowed him access. As he waited for the extraction door to open, he felt an odd glitch in machine five, curious, he opened one of the forbidden doors to give himself access to the cameras and felt his code run cold. There, just out there he could see one of the sky demons and he swore that she could see him - the red light, the red light that turns on when the cameras are on! Quickly, he shut off the cameras but if the monsters didn't know someone had seen them, then now they had something to hunt.

"Beau" Alice shouted, finally getting his attention, "Beau, can you hear me?"

Green light.

"The extraction point isn't working, one of those monsters must have sent a signal or something, I need you to check if anything's been lock inside."

Scanning the digital premise he found a message. One way, no tails, no way for the sender to come through but as it sense his gaze, it opened:

Sender: SD-G

Topic: From Cyn

I see you :3

"Beau, Beau, did you find anything?"

Green light.

"Good or bad"

Red light.

"Stay where you are and keep yourself together, I'm doing a manual extraction."

From where he was, Beau could see the message shifting, he couldn't wait for a manual extraction, even if the sender couldn't come through they had sent something and that something was growing. Searching, Beau began rebuilding the maze, he couldn't activate the win condition but if he could leave then his mother could destroy machine five and the message. Picking up on the threads he had used to travel he picked his target before freezing, if Yellow Eyes could see him then how long had she been watching the test for the sky demons to show up now? Recalculating on a hunch, Beau pick a diffrent target and hit send.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by sentinels, as they left their individual stables, filing out of the room to begin their hunt. Keeping himself calm he followed them into battle. The next three hours was a massacre as Beau's code took full control of the sentinel, as Beau's code slowly came to realize the age of this current body. Beau knew there was a reason his mother hadn't allowed him to grow up. There's a type of temporary madness that comes over a solver weilder when the power reaches it's full strength, a madness when the weilder faces an inescapable high stress, when the hunger for oil becomes too much. Right now, all he could smell was oil.

~

"BEAU!"

His sight was blurred, shaking his head, he looked around as everything came into focus, coming to, he saw the bodies of sky demons piled high as sentinels fought over limbs and heads. Where had the voice come from?

"Beau, Beau, can you hear me" his mother asked from inside his mind, "okay, good, Beau, listen to me, I need you to round up the sentinels, get them back to their room then get yourself back here, I've set up a landing place, just get back here."

Going on autopilot, he followed his mother's orders and when he finally found himself back in his own body his eyes were hollow.

"Hey there, bud, can you see me."

His eyes tracked over to his mother and he cried.

"Oh, bud" she said as she took him into her arms, "shh, shh, it's alright, I trashed old Yellow Eyes' nasty little surprise, I promise, I'm right here, I won't let her get you."

Sometime after, Max and Jerom, who had been ordered to lead the clean up that ended up being more of a collection as several sky demon cores were found intact, came to deliverer the cores that were soon jarred, given the labeled "corrupted" and placed in Alice's ovens. The next day Beau would receive his operation to allow for mobility with his mother even repurposing one of the monster's arms for his use. He was now ten years and one day old and Yellow Eyes knew he existed.

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[silentmagi]

I’m back to give a little bit more to that body swap au for a MD au summary you had a while back.

So here is a little more information for the au:

1. I was thinking of calling it “Swapped Identities”

2. For what happens at the gala, it will not be the exact same as how it would happen in the original. N, V, and J are actually tricked into leaving the room momentarily over being told that someone wants to have a private conversation with them. The real Eliot’s are held captive in the basement after finding out about the plan the Solver had for the gala. J and Tessa are both having a rocky relationship right now after the events of the past month or two. The fake Eliot’s are the only ones (human) to be still alive but with a catch

3. The world does in fact collapse because of the Solver with N, V, and J being taken to either another planet or on a spaceship designed as a sort of zoo-maze structure. The three are now stuck playing the game of the Solver while secretly trying to escape from the place they are now in.

4. For happens to the Eliot’s, there are two possibilities: 1) they end up becoming DD and lose all of their memories making them a feared force on Copper-9 before the small purple menace herself ends up unlocking their past; 2) they somehow manage to escape from the manor and end up on a ship to Copper-9 where they wake up a few years later and now have to live in the colony of surviving WDs, character development possibly for them? DD will still exist but it won’t be the Eliot’s

5. Ok, there is one more possibility I have for the Eliot’s: DD transformation but instead of being completely awake or losing their memory, they have a second mind planted in their heads which act like feral animals. This second mind is what attacks everyone while the real mind is in a comatose state. This deactivates though sometime after being on Copper-9 for a good amount of years with Tessa meeting Uzi and them forming a partnership. Tessa’s parents though when they wake up find a way to be masters once again and still be able to keep from over heating (think evil vampire masters who kidnap victims and force them to work for them or else they will be killed).

6. Regardless of which possibility, Uzi will have to deal with the drone turned humans (mainly Tessa because yes) and have to find a way to protect her home from the dangers of a larger threat (aka: the Solver). Other copper-9 drones may also be dragged into this situation too.

Be free to add anything else to this if you want to

Took me a bit to find the one you meant: For those looking here.

I like the Swapped Identities title for this, and hope that you have fun developing it. Let's take a little look closer into it.

Obviously, it cannot be identical to the canon events, however. I feel like you're correct in what you've given as far as how to make it happen.

The collapse of the world was going to happen either way, so the use of some labyrinth for the now human manor trio makes sense.

Of the two possibilities, the first feels more in line with the characters, especially the Solver. However, I might make a third suggestion. Have them go to Copper 9 as worker drones, with Solver unleashing a killer so they know the fear and helplessness the drones live with in their care.

The Jekyll and Hyde aspect of this possibility is really interesting, not so sure about the Elliots trying to set themselves as the vampire overlords ala Strahd. But if that's where the narrative takes you, go ahead.

Tessa is probably the easiest for Uzi to deal with of the swapped people. This could prove to be an interesting practice, as you also have three humans trapped and needing help in N, J, and V, or let them perish.

[gravityglitch-blog]

Okay, so I just finished the new Murder Drones episode. I feel like I understand even less now. Someone please tell me I'm not alone in this feeling.

A long post, spoilers and my barely coherent thoughts about moments that stood out to me under the cut.

What exactly is JC Jensen in Spaaaace trying to accomplish with these experiments? Nori and the other Workers must have been suffering so much at their hands. One thing I found touching in an otherwise horrifying flashback was Yeva caring for Nori, even through the nightmare they were living.

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It was sad to see Uzi being scared of N again.

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Newfound respect for Doll, standing up to her own nightmare.

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Tessa has been setting off my alarm bells since she first landed, but I wasn't expecting what she did to Doll or...whatever this is. Then again, this really isn't Tessa at all, is it?

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I'm still thinking the Solver consumes planets and life, like Galactus from Marvel comic books. The flashback inflicted on N shows a world trying to fight back.

This next shot comes after the scene of V and J on the ground. Are these new Disassembly Drones we haven't met yet?

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Nori meeting N...one of the first things she says is, "Hey, you look familiar." So the theory that N killed her before can't be dismissed yet. Even in this weird setting, it's adorable that, down to her literal core, Nori still loves Khan.

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The fight with Solver Uzi moved too quickly for me to get a good screenshot (the animation in this episode was so good) but the way N broke it up, omg

(Little hearts and everything 💛💜)

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This is the part that genuinely made me laugh in this confusing maze of horror.

And this is the part that made me want to cry, especially when he strokes her hair.

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Uzi and N dangling over basically a hellmouth, and her loving him enough to sacrifice herself.

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I feel like she must at least suspect something is on the other side, or this is the calmest fall-to-doom I have ever seen.

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Here I think she's looking into the eye of the Solver itself, like the Eye of Sauron. Is she truly in outer space or is this a hallucination? I guess only the next episode will tell.

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Shifting focus a little, I was really happy to see these guys again, especially Khan. I've been hoping that he'd take a more active role and fight for his daughter.

He actually built Uzi's rail gun😭

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J remembers the rail gun. I love that shot of Lizzy and Thad. I hope the fan theories about them being siblings are true, they'd make a great brother and sister team.

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In conclusion, this episode was a rollercoaster.

Still not entirely sure of what I just saw or how I feel about it, only that it can be summed up by this image

This one, too, actually

Thank you for reading this far.

[stevebattle]

Silf VF "Super Intelligent Life" (1995) by Katsuhisa Ito, Japan. "This is a 4-wheel DC servo micromouse that I started in 1995. The program is still not complete. … It competed in the 16th All Japan Micromouse Competition in 1995 but had to retire from the contest."

[manipulated-pieces]

So what were they going for here.

It's not a particularly difficult maze you can solve it without even entering that center space. So I guess the idea is that Geico can help you by saving you the frustration of solving "the maze of car insurance" but what I see is that Geico itself is not solving the maze.

They are not engaging with the process. I wouldn't trust an expert maze solver if their solution was to ignore the maze. car insurance is cryptic in part because the legal system is cryptic. This makes me not want to use your services

[liliallowed]

like I'm genuinely having fun it feels less like he's stalking me and more like he's set our a maze for me to blindly stumble but eventually solve through trial and error. this is fun!

crimson would be very happy to due to dust instead of being ignored in the ruins.

"dust you bitch come here and face me! *dies of blood loss* GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! "

when dying to dust: "now that's more like it"

does dust... know? that he's literally only giving the player one choice to pick as he gets to call the shots on how they behave?

oooh if he knows what he's doing that's friking dark and cool.

because Im going to bet at some point our little reader does and says things they don't actually feel just to get past this guy.

well you see sir I'm going to actively COME LOOKING TO DIE by you. unlike what you'd call a typical maze solver, I infact am interested in finding the dead ends instead of the exit

[mogwaipoet]

Look Who's The Shining Two!

I just shipped my PiCoSteveMo game, Look Who's The Shining Two! You can play it on itch or on the Lexaloffle BBS. Splore 'em if you got em! It works great with a controller, good with a keyboard, not-terrible on a phone.

I had two goals in mind for this game. One was doing an extended riff on the tropes of The Shining franchise. The other was a blending of the Zelda style adventure game with the block-pushing puzzle solver. I'm pretty proud of the results.

Most Puzzlescript-style games are very tightly designed, with no extraneous pieces and exactly one solution. I tried a pretty different approach here, more like an immersive sim where there aren't so much "puzzles" as situations that you approach with whatever tools you happen to have on hand.

I saw playtesters discover solutions I didn't think of, which in a block-pusher is typically considered a design failure, so I got to feel like an iconoclast by delighting in it instead.

[ameliagomez08]

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