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DELTARUNE CHAPTER 4 SNOWGRAVE CONTINUATION

!!!!!spoilers!!!!!! (obviously!)

yall im shaken the fuck up.

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drew over something i wrote for a class and liked :] sorry the cars are lowkey ugly, its because I fucking hate cars and cant be bothered to learn what they look like beyond ominous hunks of metal

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Joel squints as he comes down the mountain. Doc is yelling something about drop shipping. Joe Hills flies by, yelling about how Cub had clearly chosen a font to get into his head as some kind of reverse psychology. He makes the mistake of looking down at his phone to check chat, and what seems to be the world's worst insult war between Ren and Skizz is happening. Somewhere, somehow, he is certain there is a fish, and for some reason, this is very concerning.

He looks over Hermitcraft, and he goes—

"Is war always this stupid?"

Mumbo looks up from his own build. "Oh, um, yes. Absolutely. Generally."

Joel squints a little longer before shrugging.

"I feel vindicated staying right over here, then."

Mumbo nods. "Oh, that's what I'm saying, but, er, I would be surprised if Grian—you know Grian—he probably wants me to do something like... spy? Or build a vault? Or double-cross the vault? Something with permits? I think they're the bad guys, but I like being the bad guy sometimes. I am being a very bad guy this season, by which I mean good, and achieving immortality. Do you think I can make a computer blink?"

Joel sighs. "I forgot you were also stupid."

"Rude," Mumbo says. "For that, maybe I will report you to the PoePoe."

"Oh noooooo," Joel says dryly. "Maybe they'll get me with the fish."

There's a long pause.

"Actually, the fish is kind of frightening? Why am I scared of the fish."

Mumbo pats Joel on the shoulder and goes back to building. Joel tries one last time to make sense of things while False puts up another propaganda poster. No one has asked her to; she is just doing this.

He decides this is all nonsense. He'll get involved later, when his brain is ready to handle the world being nonsense. Maybe he'll get to kill some horses. That seems like it'll infuriate the judge, right, and they're supposed to be fighting for or against the man, he thinks, if they're meant to be fighting for anything at all, which is unclear.

"The life series follows better logic than this," he says, even though he's not really supposed to remember that probably, and goes back to detailing.

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Heavy spoilers for P3 Quarantine AND P1 Bachelor route

Dankovsky's mind map in P3Q is different from the P2 Haruspex's. For one, it's shaped like a clock, implying the events of day 12 could lead back to day 1 if the outcome is not desirable.

Each thought bubble connects to another, usually in the same or following day, but at other times, it can jump a couple of days, it can even go back and connect to a bubble from a previous day.

The threads can follow a nonlinear path.

The events entangle in the flow of time, and some lines move counter-clockwise into a previous day as they progress.

Here is the complete map and every revealed thought bubble. It tells a summerised story of the worst P1 Bachelor route playthrough you've ever seen, where the protagonist seems to have made all the wrong choices and completely neglected the town & their aids.

It also has some details twisted. In this version, Lara succeeded in assassinating the general, and the canons only came into the town after his death. The inquisitor hangs one of the twin architects for not turning over the Polyhedron blueprints. Stakh dies before meeting Dankovsky. Katerina dies at the hand of Dankovsky. Vlad Jr. and Capella are dead.

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

Day 12

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I like to think that Thanatica's high school level math blackboard is actually the Treats Blackboard where they get to do differential equations to relax

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Pathologic 3: Quarantine - Thanatica and the Capital (2/?)

Footage credits: Andy North | ID in alt text

Isidor Burakh's Message My dear Bachelor Dankovsky, I was dismayed to learn that the Powers That Be intend to shut down the laboratory that earned its renown through your thanatology research. Is it true they branded your work "scientific extremism"? If some deem the study of death, aging, and necrosis futile, I have found a case that will silence them and restore your good name. Simon Kain, the ruler of our town, is a living example of inexplicable longevity. Come at once - this discovery could be a sensation, save your lab, and bring you fame. Your faithful colleague, Isidor Burakh P.S. I have already spoken to Simon. He agreed to assist a scholar of your renown in this endeavor; we have a great respect for daring ideas and far-fetched projects.

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Pathologic 3: Quarantine - Thanatica and the Capital (3/?)

Footage credits: Andy North & Zuzup | ID in alt text

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Sal... isn't quite sure what he is.

Okay, that's a bit of a lie. He knows he's Jev's best friend! And Jev is his best friend. It certainly isn't Ren or Cleo and definitely not Cub.

And he knows he's a salmon head... or maybe he's an entire salmon? Maybe he's got the body somewhere around here. He's pretty sure he's dead. Or he was dead. Dead things don't tend to think.

He didn't think much as a salmon either, come to think of it, so maybe he's not a salmon? Or he was a salmon and then he was dead and now he's...

For a brief moment he was a god. That's what Ren had called him. God of New Hermitton. And just as quickly had he been given this title it was stripped of him and no one believed or prayed or worshipped. But he still feels like a god, albeit not as much as when Ren had said it the first time.

Jevin still talks to him, and that's kind of like a prayer. So maybe there's a bit of worship, but not really, cause Jevin is his friend and Sal would do the same if he wasn't just a salmon head.

Jevin is the only one that talks to him, except when they're by the water, then the thing that's in the water babbles and churns with words that only Sal can hear. The thing in the water is a god too, like Sal. Or it's a god completely unlike Sal. Or maybe neither of them are gods and they're just them. Either way the thing in the water babbles and churns.

They're temporary, the thing in the water tells him, they only exist as long as someone insists that they do. Well, Sal thinks, it's a good thing I have Jevin. Jevin is my best friend. The thing in the water shifts and changes, as always (Sal is never looking at the same bit of water because there is no same bit of water, it's always moving and flowing and changing and you'd never hold the same water drop twice cause even that doesn't stay the same) and Sal thinks they're laughing at him. No, they say. And that is all they say.

So Sal really isn't sure what he is. He guesses he's a salmon head though.

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Words of Affirmation

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We here at the Permit Office understand that this is a potentially challenging time for you. As such, we have provided a complimentary Comfort Room™ that will ease your anxieties. We hope you find your time here educational and productive.

The board thanks you for your cooperation.

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“And this is a punishment,” Xisuma clarifies, after the shadowy figure from beyond brings it to his attention, less because Xisuma’s in charge and more because only he and Hypno still remembered the admin password, and the shadowy figure’s power requires it.

(Hypno had laughed them out of the room. Xisuma’s not sure if he ought to be offended they went to Hypno first.)

He listens closely as the shadowy figure explains again. “Oh, I mean, er, I don’t really see the problem with permit-based punishment, I guess? I’m pretty sure not doing what the government says gets you punished, and between the DMV and the courthouse, gosh, we may as well go all the way with the roleplay! I think exile seems a bit medieval, but—”

The shadowy figure makes a frustrated sound.

“Sorry, sorry, I forgot. It’s not make-believe, you’re a very real dangerous set of higher-ups from beyond. Oh, this is so fun!”

The shadows grow more frustrated. They curl around Xisuma, squeezing and tearing. They aren’t doing anything else, though, because they didn’t get the admin password from Hypno. Gosh, Xisuma now wonders if they tried anyone else. Joe has it, but he’s probably forgotten it. Doc has it, except Xisuma purposefully rotates it so actually Doc doesn’t have it right now and will have to ask again before doing something particularly server-breaking. Grian has it, but he likes to pretend he doesn’t—oh, he will laugh if they didn’t check Grian. Aren’t these fellows Grian’s?

Right. Erm. Anyway. He pats the shadowy vengeance of a god of terrible, unknowable Order on the orderly shadow squeezing him. “Sorry, I just want to make sure—so, er, you’re sending people millions of blocks out to uncharted, untouched land, at a point in the season when many people are losing steam on their current projects and starting to look for a fresh start, if not quite ready to give up on things like the TCG or minigames just yet. As a punishment?”

A long silence. A reply.

“Okay, I mean, if you’re sure, here’s the password. Don’t go losing it on me! Oh, that sounds so much fun, really. I mean, ah, terrible! It sounds very terrible. What a truly awful punishment! Gosh.”

The god of order vanishes. Xisuma looks at his hands.

“Well, I did warn them,” Xisuma says, abdicating himself of the whole problem, before he wanders off to stick some diamonds in his ender chest and find a nice cliff for some prankster-minded spirit to push him off of. Just in case they’re feeling like it. For no reason in particular.

It’s a very reasonable punishment, after all.

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why is nobody talking about the pure TERROR that exile is. i just watched jevin’s episode and DEAR GOD.

twenty hours of elytra flight on the nether roof to make it back home. there is nobody there, there are armor stands fashioned to look like your enemies but they aren’t there. Not only that but there’s a room. A padded room, with a plant and a painting and some cake, with tapes that play rehabilitation messages. Messages that are affirming in some parts but also terrifying in delivery and in the overall thing they’re attempting to get across. “your friends are happy you’re receiving help. you’re beautiful. you’re talented.”

where are my psychological horror fics. where’s jevin being driven slowly to madness as scar’s voice just loops over and over. i know he walked away from the building but the POTENTIAL.

the permit office is going so dystopia and i am HERE for it

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i was going to say "well this throws forge being june's spirit out the window" because different colors

but then i remembered .

did we ever find out who "she" was?

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courtesy of a discord friend pointing this out but.

when he thought he was gonna die. he called to june. punches a wall.

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still thinking about this. what do you mean forge saw max. what do you mean max was there when it fucking happened. what do you mean max probably saw his mother fucking die.

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hold on i just caught back up with paranatural after missing the last few updates cuz i don't check twitter anymore i'm gonna talk about it under the cut

first of all: being reminded of why i like johnny so much. i'm holding this little red delinquent in my hands in the same manner one would hold a baby bird. hang in there buddy it gets better

second of all:

mister puckett i have feelings for you

third of all: june.... she's like if sol badguy was a beautiful woman. i'm impressed by zack morrison's skill with foreshadowing that people have been theorycrafting about her and forge for YEARS before this.

on a serious note i'm fascinated by the themes of like... promises. particularly broken promises. there's so much talk of june's promises from people she knew, from she HERSELF, plus everything about her and the sphinx of vows. there's this undertone of like. tragic mystery i guess. of how we got from here,

to there.

y'know what i mean?

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Wait so. If Agent Summers' spirit partner was in a tool, then understandably 13yo Rick Spender might have just never seen what Forge looked like.

And Forge is a walking talking fire-breathing suit of armor. Why would he be good enough with human faces to recognize the 26yo version of a 13yo he once knew. I'm human and I'm not even able to do that. (yes im also rlly faceblind shutup)

But I do think Forge's memory is good enough to remember *names*

some time in 2026 Johnny is going to get to school and Forge is going to break into molten sweat learning he attempted murder on one of June's beloved protoge

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I like how the june flashback uses the comic format to show that it was in the past. Also june is so pretty