i think it would be funny if people occasionally arose from the dead. like if that was a real-life one-in-a-million but well-documented Thing That Sometimes Happens, and the entire legal system around death (laws on inheritance & marriage & murder etc) had to include caveats for the unlikely-but-scientifically-possible event that the dead person in question might spontaneously self-resurrect, even years or decades after death. it would raise so many inconvenient and absurd possibilities
The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.
My headcanon is that Cale taught himself how to wake up from nightmares without a physical reaction when he started sharing bed with the kids.
The first time, he woke up from his nightmares in panic and looked for a weapon that was not there, scaring the kids. He felt so guilty that now, when he wakes up, he just lies there, petrified and deadly silent, trying to convince himself that everything is okay.
Looking at the cellig, fighting the fear of the monsters that pursue him from his dreams with the warmth of the dragon and the weight of the cats
Given that to elect a new pope, all of the cardinals are literally locked in a room until at least 2 thirds are in agreement, is Machete more likely to fiercly defend his choice or go with the flow to leave as quickly as possible? Political brain or claustrophobic social anxiety, which Machete will win.
Hmmh, I think he'd vote for the guy who he deems the most reasonable choice. But he'd also keep his expectations realistic, he knows that in the end the most popular and influential candidate will win whether he personally think they're fitting or not.
I have no doubt that he'd find conclaves insufferable, claustrophobic and nerve-wracking affairs, but he'd still place his work and the stability of the church above his personal comfort. He wouldn't weasel out of that kind of responsibility.
ngl, it's about quality over quantity for me. an npc can have a total of three minutes of screen time, but if they have a cool name, they can live rent free in my head and I'll spend several hours trying to decipher drawable features from a blurry screenshot of pixels
there is a vague hint of a story here, and that's because every time I try to play thi4f, I get incredibly frustrated with how Not Fun the game play is. like, is the story good? well. but it has a PLAGUE. that should've given it instant 'I'll replay this once a year' status in my heart, but the game play sucks so bad that I've never finished it. I can't believe Not Fun gameplay beat out my obsession with narrative plagues.
anyway, the idea is basically if the original era had a game with a plague centric narrative and some other stuff I liked out of thi4f thrown into a narrative blender, with a heavy dash of horror thrown in because some parts of the thief games were scarier to me than entire dedicated horror genre games.