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Hundred Line: LDA spoiler:

[I wish I had the choice to just let Eito murder Seirei. Tired of that creepy egg hanging around. I haven't played every route yet but man he keeps getting in the way of my Eva content with his bullshit brainwashing. I'm getting blue balled by the possibility of actually getting answers from her and then she just turns into a brainless robot, its a waste.]

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[Dead By Daylight anniversary stream rant...]

Frank Stone as a skin for Trapper is the most disappointing thing the game has ever done and it completely ruined the stream for me. What a fucking disgrace and waste of one of the coolest killer character designs BHVR has ever done. I genuinely feel like we were ROBBED. The whole Casting of Frank Stone game felt like a lead in to a full chapter, but I guess since it didn't do well it just got shitcanned. I could do a whole separate post on TCoFS and why I think it wasn't well received, but I'll put that aside for now.

Lets pretend that this was the plan from the start. Trapper? Really? I know most people didn't actually play TCoFS but he's actually more similar to Wraith. He's invisible most of the time and can only be seen through cameras, which were very obviously supposed to be the survivor item for his chapter. Why not make him a wraith or dredge skin? Literally anybody other than Evan 'I step in my own traps' Macmillan.

Putting it past that... Not even a visceral skin? No unique mori from the guy we saw open up his whole body to munch on a guy?

TL;DR My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

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"If you had just told me from the start what was happening, I wouldn't have been so upset. You realize that, right?"

"You could have told me that the plan was to take me to New York. I would have gone along with it, and left for Paris once the deal was done. All of this could have been prevented, Booker. But no, you couldn't just talk to me."

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This wasn't unfamiliar territory for Dewitt. Being on the other side of a lecture, that is. He probably deserved the tongue lashing. He had deceived her.

Yet she was no fool. She was far more perceptive and capable than he'd imagined a girl who had grown up in a prison would be. That was on him, but she was still so naive.

What made her so sure there was an 'after' New York?

All those contraptions and steel doors in her tower must have cost a lot of money, and he was being paid a whole lot to retrieve her. He tried not to think about it, but Elizabeth probably didn't have any family outside Columbia. No friends waiting for her. Them that hired him probably had another fancy cage waiting for her. He highly doubted someone would pay so much for a stranger's freedom. Especially one as potentially dangerous as her.

Still, at this point he wasn't sure about the deal anyway. It was probably them that hired him that put up those signs warning the coppers that he was coming. They seemed invested in making his job harder. Why?

"You want me to talk? Fine. From here on out, I'll be straight with you."

He took a cautious step forward, but kept his arms by his sides.

"We can figure it out once we're out of here. Trust me, its a lot easier to figure out your next move when you're not being shot at."

He offered his hand, The very same one she'd bandaged for him a few hours ago.

"Lets work together for now. No more lies, and no more runnin' away. Once this place is behind us, we can work out where we go next, Deal?"

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[Hey]

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Throws a rock at Ekko 💔

He dodged the rock effortlessly.

"Nice try."

Mysteriously, there is a visible bruise on his forehead that wasn't there before.

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[The Blood Moon event is kinda cool on paper. In execution it DESPERATELY needs more work. I do like that on both sides you need to build around the blood gens, but so many killers practically get their main power disabled by the event. ]

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Capella reached out her hand.

"Wait! Just saying thank you isn't enough. Can't I... Make you dinner this evening? Its the least I can do."

For a brief instant, she considered closing the distance, transmuting the little doctor into something nasty and setting him loose on the town. But something stopped her. Curiosity. A unique creature. Just like her in a way, though a lot less beautiful. She wanted to know more.

She took on a bashful expression, the kind that made men's protective instincts kick in.

"I'm not... The greatest cook, but... I really want to do something for you since you helped Meili for free."

She was having a bit of a hard time getting a read on chopper. Unique creature or not, he was still meat. There was surely some lust within him. Would she find it?

If he refused her offer, she would just push past her curiosity for now and do what she came here to do. But if he accepted... She had no idea where this would go.

Surely he wouldn't refuse a lovely lady's request, right?

Chopper was happy to reunite the two, though he couldn't help noticing Meili's strange discomfort her own mother's affectionate touch. Was she afraid she'd get in trouble for something? Her mom didn't seem upset. Chopper shrugged it off, now looking up at the two from his diminutive Brain Point form, though he'd already shown off his transformation abilities by giving Meili a ride, so he expected her mother to understand that Chopper wasn't defenseless.

"No problem! I don't help people for gratitude! Besides, that whole village is full of people I consider friends, your daughter included!"

The unguarded smile, the pride in his voice as he referred to the villagers as his friends, his eyes practically shining with enthusiasm. Everything about Chopper's words of altruism and helpfulness felt all too sincere, as expected from someone who took all his negative experiences with humanity and dedicated his life to their treatment and health anyway.

"Demi-human…? That's the word for people like Anastasia's army, right?" His ignorance to this world was only more apparent as the little pirate let out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head in response to her question.

"I'm not a human or a demi-human! You can call me a man-deer if you wanna call it anything, but I'm just a reindeer who ate the Human-Human Fruit! Oh wait…" His head lowered just a bit, smile fading ever so slightly. How rude he must have seemed to further confuse the mother with his answer. "Your world doesn't have Devil Fruits. Uh… I guess I'm kind of like a unique creature! I'm the only Man-Deer that exists. Special circumstances!"

Taking a half-step closer to the two, Chopper's bright-eyed enthusiasm died into a concerned curiosity, It seemed this woman hadn't heard of him or his crew just yet. "Well, if all you wanted was to thank me, I should probably get back to the village. Petra's parents said they were making me something special for dinner!" With that, Chopper began to walk right past the two, seeming convinced that their business had concluded.

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[Hey guys. Sorry for not being here much. My creativity has been at an all-time low since that death in the family a few weeks ago. Things are starting to feel normal again, and I'm feeling a bit better these days. Definitely want to give a shoutout to the people who have consistently been chatting with me since then. You know who you are, and you've helped more than you know. Hoping to return and get some replies out soon. Its just been really hard because my brain searches for easy distractions in times like this.]

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[Not me thinking of buying the Ghoul's legendary skin so I can pretend Etsuko is in the game.]

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His stance was low, hand on his weapon. The last time he'd been this close to Jinx, he'd nearly lost his life. His animosity was obvious in his glare.

"Blue really ain't my color. Reminds me of something I'd rather not think about."

He relaxed his stance a bit, though he was ready to move if he had to. He heard that she was even faster than the last time. 

"I hear you're calling the shots after Silco ate it. Knowing you, you're probably planning to make things even worse, right?"

His knuckles turned white as his grip tightened on his weapon. She wasn't Powder, but she still looked like her. She was some other thing wearing her skin. That idea was the only thing that made it possible to hate her like he should. To stave off the pity for his old friend. He couldn't keep hjoping she'd come to her senses. This is who she really was now. 

Still, he straightened out his back. His hand dropped to his side. 

"... This isn't about you. Its about, well, all of us. The underground."

ekko ( @unrealization ) said: "You think I seek revenge?"

Everyone did. Jinx had become public enemy number one. She could accept it. It was oddly freeing, having no one that wanted you to live. Not even yourself. She was free in a way most people never would be. The only person that loved her was dead. To everyone else she was a villain, a mistake, a curse. Of course, it made sense. Her actions had made everything worse. But wasn't that the story of her life by now?

"Why else would you be knocking down my door?" Her hand rested upon her gun. It shouldn't shock her that Ekko of all people would make his way to her. It was almost poetic. Not as much as if it was Vi, but close enough.

They were friends once. A lifetime ago. Before she became the type of person that ruthlessly killed people, even the ones that loved her. Her and Ekko both hated the people living in Piltover. But maybe he hates her more. Which was fair. Even if she had become a symbol for resistance here. So much for his revolution. Maybe he was jealous.

"Or are you here to dye your hair blue, little man?" She gestures at him with her gun. Maybe she wanted him to come after her. Maybe she wanted his ire -- his vengeance. "Or are you gonna try to SAVE me again?" She digs her fingers in a wound that may be healed by now. Maybe she hopes it isn't.

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[Might remake]

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In the shadow of a ruined building, she found herself. As awareness kicked back in, the first thing she heard was a thundering rhythm in her ears. Her own heartbeat. Her whole body trembled as the adrenaline wore off, and the weight of the intense exertion hit her body all at once. She nearly collapsed, her body falling against the hefty iron of her weapon.

It was like this sometimes. She often found herself in unexpected places with long gaps in her memory. Her head was a mess. There were often long stretches where she forgot her own name. Forgetting was scary. She had no idea how long it had been, or what she had been doing. Lucidity offered little comfort from her fear, and judging from the blood all over, she was pretty sure things had gotten violent. It always seemed to when she blacked out. Her gaze settled on her hands, soaked in still-warm gore.

She really was a monster. Her nerves seemed to reach for something. A fear response, but her body was too exhausted. Someone had probably seen her as an easy mark. Threatened her. That was probably what set her off. Flight turns into fight, and her adrenaline goes into overdrive. She tried to remember the events, but just couldn't grasp it. Another gap. A miserable noise escaped her throat. Forgetting. Was it scarier than knowing she was a monster? She wasn't sure.

Her weapon was thrust deeply into the earth, and in her current state she probably wouldn't be able to budge it. She pushed against it, tossing herself back a few steps away from the carnage before her legs gave out and she collapsed to the ground. She would probably be unable to move from that spot for a while. A pang of nervousness sprang up in her heart. What if a vulture mistook her for a corpse?

Oh, well.

It was only then, finally able to rest, that she considered her memory a bit more. Come to think of it, what was her name again? The question was a very scary one to consider. If she forgot her own name, who even was she? Just a monster. If that's all that she was, why even stay lucid? It would be better to just fade into oblivion and accept it. She didn't want to be a monster.

Suddenly, she remembered. As the terror faded, more mundane sensations returned. The ache in her muscles, the burning in her lungs, and the tug on her neck. An old tape recorder hung from a lanyard around her neck. It was the most important item she owned. A memento of someone she couldn't recall. She lifted a lethargic hand and clicked the play button. The tape whirred to life, and she heard a familiar voice on the tinny speaker.

"Hello. You're Etsuko Terosore. If you're listening to this, that means you may have forgotten. I know forgetting is scary, but I promise you will be okay..."

His voice continued with the familiar spiel, and the memories rushed back. As a monster, it was hard to remember back then with true clarity. She remembered the lab, and she remembered being afraid. She remembered feeling other things, but it was hard to recall those feelings. It had just been numbness and terror for so long now. As for him, she couldn't even recall how long ago she lost him. Just that she did, and now all she had was his voice on tape. That the world became a lot more frightening and confusing once he was gone.

Etsuko struggled to sit up. She remembered now, at least in part. She couldn't allow herself to believe he was dead. As she had done so many times before, she resolved to find him. To claw back some semblance of sanity in this broken world. Because she wasn't a monster. There was a time when she wasn't, and maybe there could be a time where she wasn't again.

But it would have to wait. Exhaustion held her like a big, angry fist. She collapsed back onto the bloodstained ground. She just needed to rest awhile. Then she could go out and find him.

"Just for a while..."

And then she drifted off into a dreamless sleep. A twinge of some forgotten emotion bloomed in her heart. She truly hoped that she still remembered when she woke up.

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[Aaaaahhhhhh oof. Owie.]

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"That's Rachel Amber...Her missing posters are all over Blackwell."

RachelAmbcr: An independent, private, and mutually exclusive portrayal of Rachel Amber from Life Is Strange & Life Is Strange: Before The Storm. Literate & Selective. Influenced by canon as well as headcanons.

A study in: PTSD, betrayal, blending in, running away, self sabotage, finding yourself, and so much more.

Loved, protected, and resurrected by: Sammy

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She couldn't remember the last time she'd thought about the future. Freedom? It felt like something alien, something that would inevitably turn to ash on her tongue. Yet here it was. A life without her husband. Without the constant threat of death.

She realized she barely even knew who she was without his boot on her neck. It was hard to even think of herself as anything other than number 184 after so long in captivity.

"I don't... I don't have anywhere to go. I just know I don't want to be anywhere near that house ever again."

Her voice cracked a bit, breaking her emotionless facade. She still felt herself resisting the desire to be honest. To express her genuine feelings, like Regulus Corneas would suddenly appear in her periphery and see her.

It made her feel sick. To know that he was still there even as a scar on her heart. That she could still feel him, even knowing he was dead. That she wasn't sure who she was because her entire being was bent into the shape he desired. She had no idea what she was even supposed to do in his absence, and she hated it. She hated that she felt the urge to suppress that hate.

Whatever Natsuki Subaru was, witch cult or not, he wasn't him. He had killed Regulus, something she thought was impossible. More than that, even now he gave her a choice. Witch cultist or not,

"I don't know if you have any use for me... At the very least I can keep your house in order... But... If you would..." Her eyes were downcast by force of habit. She realized as she spoke that she only knew how to act like an obedient servant now. Who was she before Regulus? It was hard to remember. Maybe if she left this place with him she could find out who Sylphy is.

She bowed respectfully.

"Please, allow me return the favor. I know you didn't do what you did for my sake, but... This is the only course I can think of. Maybe... In time, I can find something else to live for, but... For now... Please take me with you."

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There is a brief moment where he feels something tug at his heart. He had been on his own for a long time. The allies he did have were fickle or inconsequential. He didn't trust any of them. Except for the ones that should not be trusting him. The ones he used. So what exactly did that make her?

There was a lot of confusion regarding the death of Greed. And somehow, he could almost tell that he had been changed. He could feel something different. Something ugly. Similar yet different from Return By Death. Not only did he manage to spare Emilia having to encounter that creep, he also may have gained something new altogether. And he rid the world of someone loathsome. It really was typical, since he was special. Since he was chosen... but when he looks at her....

He sees a discarded timeline. Blood and screaming. Subaru had ended the lives of many people since he got here. By his own hand or using others to do his bidding. But none of them stuck with him like that. He had long since gotten past guilt. Accepted his role in this world. Told himself no one but Emilia and himself mattered. Guess there was still something in that hollow chest of his, huh? Even if the Sylphy standing in front of him was alive. Had never experienced having her heart cut out... Even if she allowed him to do it in order to stop Regulus.... He still couldn't shake the feelings. He still couldn't forget.

This is not weakness. Subaru tells himself. This is how I'm better than them. I only do what I have to. I don't enjoy hurting people.

  "You know, you can do whatever you want now. If you stick with me, you'll keep running into the Witch Cult." After all, he was an archbishop. Even if it was all fake. "Why would you want to do that? You could be free, you know?" Even he knew that she had nothing to return to thanks to Regulus. And yet... Would he really be able to stomach having someone close to him? Someone that might actually cry if he died? She wouldn't, right?

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