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Weapon Usage Reference

this is the default of who can and cant use certain weapons. if you progress to the game enough u can ask rossi to teach you certain skills. or if u manage to fine cocaine u can use two handed weapons

by default everyone is available to learn dark knowledge to obtain magic skills like in termina

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You Just Got Ambushed!

game mock up! tried the darkest dungeon artstyle and game design! :) featuring the enemies in the hospital; the best man and the bridesmaid.

theres also a REALLY vital character somwhere. if you can spot them and know who they are then youre so epic its insane.

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i havent done a lot of lore stuff except think of conceprs for the deep end creatures (they have ascended)

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sometines i forget ill never achieve my dreams, and thats the scariest part of all

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Boom

LAYNE LORE?!

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Every Breathe You Take

And every move you make

Every bond you break

every step you take

I'll be watchin' you

Porcelain face, death herself. multiple people aspire to be death, control death. she just gets stronger and stronger.

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im gonna grow wings

a chemical reaction.

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1980s Portraits

there goes Missy (Paramedic), Rossi (Convict), Milo (Junkie), Johannes (Scholar), Layne (Lawyer) and Brie (Escort)

this is something for fun! i wanted to draw them realistically based on Ave Mujica's Crucifix X MV! maybe I'll draw something more hehe :3c stay tuned!

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i always wondered how my cast would sound like. but they have 0 voice claims tbh

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Beach

I was assigned to go on a field trip alone with the General. Apparently I was the only one assigned for this expedition, as I was the only one who wasn’t born here in the States and haven’t had the chance to see anywhere else other than the facility I grew up in. The General told me it was a surprise, something he wanted to show me what he deems to be ‘special’ for him. I was told we will depart tomorrow on Friday, 21th at 0300. The General told me to take it easy’, but I took my precautions to be wide awake and ready for when the day comes.

When the day arrived, the General told me I shouldn’t pack any of my essentials, as it will only take a few hours or so,  and this isn’t my regular mission. I hope that means the trip to our destination will either be in 2 hours, 3 hours maximum. 4 hours or above is not a ‘few’ anymore, that is a lot of hours. Fortunately, I still kept my Beretta 92 for comfort as I refused to step out of my room without at least one comfort item, even when I was given sweet delicacies to leave. We departed the facility at exactly 0300 using one of General’s personal vehicles, and before stepping inside it I felt the cold, summer air brush against me as I got outside. 

The trip felt long, it did not seem to be more than a few hours. All I could do was see the big electrical beings pass by our movement one by one, as if we are just like the wind going against the big, towering beings made with electricity, feeling the car speed up and slow down whenever we are at a speed bump. I think I fell asleep during the ride, I couldn't care less about what goes on beyond the vehicle, I just want to know where we are headed. But no matter how many times I have asked the question “Where are we going?”,”Are we there yet?” or “Why?”, the General did not comment on it and told me to wait a bit longer. I think he and I both underestimated the duration of this trip. 

Suddenly, I awoke with the car going in reverse and stopped abruptly. The General put his hand on my shoulder and patted me, saying, “We're here.”

I got out of the car, and the cold air struck me once again. It rushed against my face and hair rather than the gentle breeze, I shivered. The cold summer air should not be held so lightly, even when you are wearing the proper attire. This air was different. It feels refreshing, yet familiar. Salty. Ice cold salt swarming through me with their loud I look at what’s in front of me in the pitch black sky, what looks through me is the dark blue ocean waves crashing into each other, the source of the harsh breeze. The ocean horizon blends into the empty night sky, no source of light can be seen other than street lights illuminating behind us. I looked below my feet, after the concrete I’m standing came to the soft sand. I hate sand.

“You alright there, kiddo?” The General asked, his posture upright with his hands in his pockets. 

I hate sand. I hate having to feel every singular atom of rocks sinking beneath my feet, it feels like I'm stepping onto a graveyard of dead ants. I hate sand when it is used during our training, I hate having small, bitter white rocks coming into me and later having to shower them all only for them to still be stuck with me, and then I shower again. 

“Why are you showing me the beach, Sir?” I asked, looking at him as I reluctantly prepared to take off my boots, “Is it another drill? Was my performance not up to the standards, Sir? What am I lacking at, Sir?”

“Nah, it isn’t a drill. You don’t need to take em off.” he replied, lighting a cigar, “I’m just here to show ya something.”

I look at what’s in front of me, and looked at him again, “It’s the beach, Sir. There’s nothing special.”

“Nah, try again.” he blew a puff of smoke, now all I’m smelling is the salty sea and the horrible stench of tar. “You’re not seeing the bigger picture.”

“But it's just a beach, Sir. I don’t mean to be rude, but what’s the significance of this beach?” 

“I’ll give ya a hint,” The General gave a soft smile. “What do you think is beyond the sea, kid?”

I looked at the sea again, “Probably another country, Sir. If we were in the westside, we are probably at at the end of the continent, Sir”

The General chuckled, “Nice guess, but I’m thinking of a different answer. Say, what time is it now?”

I looked at my watch and answered, “It’s 0628, Sir.” 

“Then I want you to look at the horizon again and watch for…Yeah, 3 minutes.” The General requested. I did as I was told. 

3 minutes were up, and nothing seemed to have happened. 

“Just watch” The General interrupted me. 

Soon I see pitch black sky change to the color orange ever so slightly. Soon enough, the sun started to poke out from the horizon line of the sea, shifting the ocean waves as they reflected the sunlight back to us like a porch light turning on at 1900. As the sun rose, so did the intensity of the sky’s bright orange colors, shifting its colors from black to red, from red to orange, then yellow came as the sun hovered above the sea. Now it’s 0650. 

“It’s lovely, Sir.” I responded, “But I’ve seen it during my drills before, why go so far away for this one, Sir?”

The General dropped his cigar and put it out with his foot and asked, “Yknow why I love the beach?”

“Beyond the sea, beyond the horizons, another land is there ready to be seen and explored. A new chapter in our lives where we learn this about ourselves we never knew. A new hope, new beginnings when you’re ready to venture out there. The beach is the starting point of that journey, son. Whenever you use a yacht, a fishing boat or hell, swim across the sea with nothing on you, there’ll be something waiting for you in that hellish journey” He looked at me with this earnest, warmth smile on his face, ”And do you know why I love sunrises?”

I shrugged.

He laughed, not the big laugh people like to use when something’s entertaining. A more kind-hearted, soft, short laugh. “You really have no clue, huh? It’s fine, you’re not graded or anything.”

He then looked up and said, “Even when you don’t know where you are in the pitch black night, where you have no hope in you. There’ll always be a light at the end of that darkness. To me, kid , that will be your future. I don’t know what awaits ya, and neither do you but…” The General paused, then continued, “...I know that good things will come for you, Khusan. Especially back home wherever you’re really from.”

“I see…” 

I then observed what’s in front of me again, this time applying them to what the General has said. The bright orange sky with the white sun radiating it’s warm for us after the long, empty night of travelling to the beach, especially after the cold, salty breeze after we got out of the car. The ocean waves shone the sun’s rays like flashlights from tents when practicing morse code. Morse code helps people find their way and get help, I guess it applies to the ocean reflecting its light to us. I wonder if the General is right, where I can truly find my way back home someday once I’m not needed anymore.

I have a new appreciation of the beach now. This trip was insightful. 

I smiled. 

This is part of Khusan's backstory, i guess its more of a side piece. It examplifies how he views the world and i tried writing it the way how i see the world cause he and I are both autistic.

he is a juxtaposition to the 6th major cast, being a more hopeful character in very bleak and uptight environment.

this is also an exercise to writing with my friends where the theme is beach.

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i always wondered if there will be another sequal to my lore set in the mid 2000s but tf will it talk about? the recession? ecomonic downfall? 9/11??????

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We Meet Once Again

This is Porcelain Face. Similar to pocketcat, she is a special enemy that either gives you things or fight her. Also like pocketcat (and Daan), Missy does not have her own egorotted form, instead, she is possessed by Porcelain Face.

What is Porcelain Face? She was once a human woman trying with a high interest between life, death, and possession during the era of the Knight. one of the few surviving enemy during the Catastrophy of the Fallen Knight, in which Aidan did not kill as she was just a mere mask with goopy cillias with no mere power. As centuries goes by, she has gain more power by possession, and it is through people who are similar to her in some way; an interest between life and death.

shes an optional enemy to fight, but the rewards are worth it. she may be the key to helping you not lose your mind permenantly, but we will see. even if you defeat her, she'll be back, someone.

Here is her full concept art/doodle:

shes inspired by E ve's weird creature with the eyeball, and high fashion. shes built by the same goopyness in the summer hikaru died, like this:

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Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Goodnight

You went up the staircase in the sky, and ones you reach the top, a door stands in front of you. You open it, revealing a darkness that awaits..

Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction.

i love the truman show, its one of my favorite movies. perfectly crafted, an artifical haven. the character featured here is brie, shes an escort. after stumbling upon the dangers and witnessing everyone "ego-rots" she, for some unknown reason, wants to escape. soon enough, in the underground basement of the city hall, here lies the truth.

bries an absolute tragedy of a character, using people for her gain yet she doesnt even know her reason to live. no one can truly love in anyway shape or form, not even properly at least. she left her ex-husband. someone needs to remind her of shelley.

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you guys may or may not be shocked but a lot of the puzzle elements will be based around professor layton cause im a professor layton nerd i love professor layton i plan to hack my 3ds and ds to play all the professor layton ds games. i finished miracle mask and azran legacy

edit: forgot to say my first layton game is unwound future. awful and awesome start.

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Official Height Chart

art is a bit outdated, but heres the official height chart of the 1980s cast.

order from left to right: brie, milo, missy, johannes, rossi and layne

this will probably be the only time i draw Johannes without his cassock, it means a lot to him to cover up as much as possible.

i like Layne to be the tallest becauss he is my type of man. i like men who have dark hair, rich and fat. i also like my women super tall too. and dark hair. i generally just really like dark hair and taller than me. i love drawing his eyebrows too. i make them considerably thicker than the rest.

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realizing if u wanna make a game of ur very passion project, u gotta make games u dont gaf to gain an audience. lowk i wanna try modding but im kinda scared + no funger oc concepts other than the 1980s, which is way too seperate now.

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Severe Withdrawal

TW: Self-harm and Addiction

one of my favourite comics. It exemplifies who Layne truly is, selflessly selfish. absolute arrogant, but he will be the only one preventing you to kill yourself when you choose the suicide option.