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have you forfeit your time as son of man?
do you join the ranks of the dead?
aware, oh, / aware. we find ourselves midst two heads once crowned royalty / two souls now forever doomed / two hearts that beat differently. two children of legend, / both destined to fall. he walks with such vigor, but know that he is a pestilence. he talks with such confidence, but know he is a broken man. faith guides his steps, and he is haunted by the truth. this world festers.
draw no closer, spirit.
unless you seek a means to an end.
@knifeset has crossed the batter’s path.
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let’s kick things off with a MAINS CALL. with commitment, you could become an exclusive! open to all, but mutuals preferred. be ready to discuss! dis.cord available upon request.
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META. *
/ spoiler warning for the game OFF.
the batter is someone who is almost wholeheartedly driven by fear. the very idea of his “mission” is to end his fear. before the game starts, the batter had begun to realize that his world is rotten, and decides to go on a purge to erase the impurities of his world. this somewhat ties into my idea that the batter is metaphorically a fatal sickness.
throughout the game, all the batter does is destroy. of course, he starts off as harmless enough, eradicating the specters that haunted the elsens’ mines and being a good, if not a little monochrome, sport for a while. then as we progress thru the game, things before to slowly turn the other way, and the batter is soon eradicating elsen that has come to attack him, as well as the guardians that want him to stop.
this very much looks to me as a fatal sickness. because it starts of as destroying, yes, but in a way that’s harmless at first. then it moves on to destroying things that are needed, going up in importance as it progresses.
now, what if i told you the batter was the personification of hugo’s, the batter’s “son,” sickness? well, we do know that hugo’s soundbyte in the game is a harsh cough. i always understood this as meaning that hugo is terribly sick. and there was speculation that hugo is the creator of the batter’s world, which would explain why hugo’s room is so close to the off switch / end of the game. but this is all just my (as well as some others’) speculation.
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won’t be too terribly active until wednesday, thursday night, and friday. but just know i’ve been slowly chipping away at those starters, as well as adding a meta or two to my queue.
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and you, atrophy. how your marble crumbles / leaves you with mere pebbles. but you were not destined to savour the sunshine, no, / you were destined the bitter taste of loneliness. how it lingers on your tongue still. bone down to marrow, you were the affliction. something skin-deep, epidermal infection.
for there was a fine line between man and monster. but he was plague-like, sweeping over the land like stratus and engulfing everything in a sunless day. but he wasn’t always like this, all sharp-dressed in melancholy and starless. once a man so high-flying, gave everything for his family. but the his affliction is truth, maddening truth, and he cannot escape.
i’m afraid we don’t share the same ideals.
there is a task at hand that i must complete.
only then will i be able to rest.
@authree has crossed the batter’s path.
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ask! me! questions! about! the batter! please?
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FILL IN:
i like to be called: grey.
my favourite colour is: mute colours, pastels.
gender: transmasculine.
one thing you should know about me: i’m trying my best on a near-constant basis.
one thing you should know about my muses: the batter in particular will probably brain anyone with a baseball bat, unprovoked for absolutely free.
first language: english.
second language: i used to know some german.
HIGHLIGHT:
age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 70+
am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no | sometimes | depends on the nsfw type
my favourite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other
oc friendly?: yes | no | depends
rp blog: does | doesn’t contain ooc posts
TAGGING:
tagged by: @authree.
tagging: @fluersamour + @eciohcon + you!
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* hey gamers it’s saturn with a brand new private multimuse , including characters from grav.ity fal.ls , ad.vent.ure ti.me , sco.oby do.o , && lots more ! could you please like or reblog ( later preferred ) if you’re interested in writing ?
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ask! me! questions! about! the batter! please?
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i hit the upgrade button on my icons. credit to du-buk for the art. <3
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STARTER CALL! mutuals preferred, but not necessary. all i ask is that you are literate and use icons that are at least cropped. could lead to some plotting.
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let’s kick things off with a MAINS CALL. with commitment, you could become an exclusive! open to all, but mutuals preferred. be ready to discuss! dis.cord available upon request.
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STARTER CALL! mutuals preferred, but not necessary. all i ask is that you are literate and use icons that are at least cropped. could lead to some plotting.
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joke’s on you i’m actually gaining followers
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abstract prompts.
thirty-five abstract prompts to inspire you. inspired by this meme.
Does it still hurt to think about?
It only comes at night.
Silence in the woods.
Your suitcase is empty.
Unconfirmed sighting.
It’s still heavy.
The war lasted five, long years.
The stars are going out.
She had feathers in her hair.
Silence so loud it deafens.
Invisible chains are the strongest.
Three years have passed, and it still feels like yesterday.
Uneven scales.
Just this once, the Universe responds.
Stealing to survive.
A mountain that only grows as you climb it.
Losing the ability to feel.
The taste of sunlight.
Never come back. Never.
Things only seen by the trees.
Something illuminated in the darkness.
Red, like life.
What sinks in water, and floats in air?
It was only a dream.
Sensing destruction before it happens.
Fleeting moments.
What happens while everyone sleeps.
It only exists when you look at it.
They returned alone.
Only one wish.
Stolen moments.
Unbelonging.
Footprints in the snow, stopping suddenly.
It lives in the woods.
Seeking shelter.
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