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Yakuza: Like a Dragon - Yokohama Crackhouse

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Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 | 20 of ?

We just need to incapacitate him

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Death cometh

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⠀"Come along. Let's go home."

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Aline Dessendre Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (2025) dev. SandFall Interactive⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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The trio ever...

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platinum babey!

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propaganda I’m not falling for: the fallout show

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The way I’m only seated for the expedition 33 musical performance….

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33 🌹

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Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 ↳ Verso Dessendre

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Riding around Red Dead Redemption 2 (8/?)

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The atmosphere in the camp is so calm and melancholic at the same time.

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Epistolary Acumen

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Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 | 9 of ?

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Wip of a post Verso ending scene.

I went with his ending as it seemed like a logical one at the time but the more i think about it the more I realize i relate to Maellicia more in this story...

To think she got another chance at life where she got to find her people and make her own choices in life, only for it to be ripped away from her too fast, and now she has two lives and two brothers to grief.

'She can always repaint them later' except i don't think she can, maybe because she lacks the skills as a painter, or her burned hands are harder to move with precision. But also because it'd need extreme detailing to paint everyone back from nothingness, a whole new canvas. All while the memories from both her lives fade and merge as time goes on.

As disabled artist i understand too well the frustration of not getting it right and feeling like you never will, like you're running out of time, especially when your disability gets in the way and achieving your goal can start feeling impossible...

I love this game and how complex it is, I hope Maellicia gets to find something to love in this life she didn't want.

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God it has to suck being Verso.

You're a memory. A fragment. Imagined into reality based on a guy who died to save his family. You want so badly to die to save your family, but they aren't your family. You love them like they are your family because you were created to be him. You're not him. He's dead. You're immortal. He ran straight into death and so you were created with the same impulse but you can't do it. You literally cut yourself in half to make other people laugh. You watched a guy die for your sister the same way you did, except it wasn't you and he wasn't real and you're not really her brother and she cares about him far more than you. You want to die so badly. You were born wanting to die. You're not real, and your mother, who you love, is dying to keep you alive. You aren't really alive. Your family is tearing itself apart trying to kill you. You can't die.