#11-11: Memories Retold

[courtana]

11-11: MEMORIES RETOLD (2018) • dev. DigixArt and Aardman Animations

Kurt – Fortune smiles on me, Katrin. I've made new friends, Franz and Lothar. We play cards when we have the time and talk of home often. They are good men. I have arrived now, stationed at Vimy as an engineer. Engineers can use the radios. I will listen to news of Max every single day. Harry – We spent weeks on that boat, and it was a few weeks more before we got to Vimy. I was so excited. Hell, I was like a kid at Christmas. And with the Major looking out for me, I wouldn't have to worry about the war...

[acsuttles]

11—11 Memories Retold – Part 12

No Commentary.

 Harry wanted to leave Canada for the big war.  Julia was his dream girl.  Kurt wanted to find his boy from battle.  He was a German.

[papsutimu]

Barrett

We've ALL lost people we love!

We've all lost someone we care about. It's war.

Harry

A true friend would've heard me out. A true friend wouldn't have assumed the worst.

The first time you see someone die, everything shuts down. You're left with thoughts that go round and round.

Truth be told, most of war is just kind of waiting around for something to happen.

You start to make promises to yourself. Promises to do right, to live well, to be a better person.

Kurt

Who are we to say who lives and who dies? That is God's will, not ours.

[mysteamgrids]

11-11: Memories Retold

[highlandwhackamole]

A Grand(ish) Theory of What the Heck

I love the utterly unhinged, super detailed theories about what's going on in Good Omens, especially in season 2. I hope one or more of them turn out to be true, as some kind of glorious puzzle-box-hidden-code monstrosity. And also I think that there has to be a simpler explanation for things, for the people who are at least Somewhat Normal (tm) about this show. (... I assume such people do exist somewhere...) This is what I have been pondering recently.

The thing that started me thinking about this was this post, containing some promotional materials for season 2 that feature main characters with scenes in their heads. Like this:

Seeing this created a very similar situation in my own head, but with a nice shiny lightbulb.

All the weirdness: the car, the sideburns, the clock, the behavior of the folks of Soho, the vanishing storefront signs. The absence of God. I think this is all because everything we see is in their heads.

I don't mean it's made up. At least not entirely. Memory is already a plot point. Why not explore it on a deeper level? I've read theories emphasizing the minisodes' stories being retold by Aziraphale and Crowley. I think the whole season is like that.

You know that sort of conventional-wisdom-fact-concept that you can only dream faces of people you've seen before (or variations therein), because your brain can't make new faces up? So it just fills in what it thinks is close enough? I think that idea, applied to remembering or recollecting things, could explain so many things that are wonky in this show.

Wonky Things

Crowley parking in an impossible London location? He definitely remembers it was in London, so his brain just stuck some obvious London landmarks in there.

Awkward clattering happening when Crowley throws the stacks of books he's inexplicably carrying around the bookshop? He wouldn't actually throw Aziraphale's books! But he'd like to think he's cool and nonchalant enough to do that, and if he did it would definitely make Some Kind of Noise.

Jim walking toward the bookshop from somewhere mysterious? Maggie and Nina saw him first, and he came from that direction, so he must've walked all that way. They don't know about the elevator in the Donkey.

Aziraphale remembers tartan hills and the Loch Ness monster because he was having a jolly time driving through Scotland, so obviously the scenery must've been whimsical Scottish things.

Nina put the Honolulu roast sign up, so she remembers its presence, but perhaps the occult/ethereal visitors to her shop do not.

Maggie really did text Aziraphale about the rent, but a note through the mail slot is a much more dignified way for a scholarly angel to imagine he received a message.

On the Fallibility of Recall

This season is loaded with unrealistic inclusions. The colors are turned up to 11. Some of the scenes are more caricature than believable interaction. Remembering things never copies or reproduces them with what one might call high fidelity.

Scenes recalled by separate memories will inherently vary. One person's hefty jigger might be another person's dash. Who knows for sure where the sun was that day? You and I might recall an event having different lighting or a different color palette, sort of like viewing something with different lens filters.

According to Neil, Crowley is an unreliable narrator of the story of his Fall. He labels the variations in clock times as a continuity error in a show where Everything Is Meant, but he doesn't say whose continuity error it is. He insists that the Bentley is the same through the whole season; maybe it was the same, but remembered differently. Maybe this is part of why there's more CGI but it's harder to spot.

So What?

Is this all there is to it? I sure hope not. I like my Good Omens with enough layers to put to shame an onion wrapped in a cake and covered in a parfait.

Is this possibly the fancy footwork that's distracting from the real magic trick? I wouldn't put it past Our Gaiman. There are a lot of things one could hide in the narrative of unreliable memory.

Is this going to stop me from rewatching and repondering and remaking theories for the next couple years? Not even at gunpoint.

[520cafe]

sour grapes. oversized black tee

you stepped out the bathroom with a new change of clothes particularly, an oversized black shirt. it was warm, soft as cotton and nicely wrapped around your body like a curtain but, it was that familiar scent that made you dizzy and almost drove you crazy. what is this feeling?

dan heng just finished setting up the bed in his room and immediately turned his attention to you once he heard the sound of the doors opening. it then fell silent.

it was the way his face softened at the sight of you wearing his shirt; it was the way his eyes went up and down in awe; it was the way a smile gently graced his lips with no effort of trying to hide it. his blue eyes held a light to them, and it was one of fondness.

“hey, dan heng?…” the slight shakiness in your voice did not hide how your heartbeat felt as if it was fluttering. he only sighed while still keeping the same endearing smile on his face.

“the bed is ready, what do you think?” dan heng stepped aside to give you a closer look. the look in his eyes glistened when he managed to capture your star-struck reaction, like he was admiring a painting that held no flaws.

“ you.. kept all of them.”

the sight before you was a small cluster of plushies neatly lined up on the pillows that possessed a special memory to you. without thinking, you sat on the bed and held one of them in your hands as the events distinctively played out in your mind like a vintage record player.

back when you and dan heng were together, there was one thing or “tradition” that remained unchanged within your past relationship: arcade dates. whenever you were unable to get a plushie from those almost rigged crane machines, it was your look of disappointment that would tug at dan heng’s heart strings and result in you carrying a handful of colourful and adorable plushies at the end of the day, thanks to dan heng.

whenever your eyes followed the dramatic fall of the plushie from the crane slowly losing its grip, dan heng would lightly brush his hand against yours and take over with a determined look on his face, intent on getting you that specific plushie and getting rid of those rain clouds above your head. in a way, it felt as if you were holding dan heng’s warm hand again from the way you tightly held the plushie in your arms, just like how it used to be.

“it’s not like i could just throw all of them away right?” he answered. yet, his voice was rather deep and lazy, steadily feeling relaxed and at peace within your presence. “but it’s getting late, you should get some rest now.”

“yeah.. you’re right,” you placed the plushie on your lap and comfortably rested your chin on top of the plushie’s head. it was as if you shot a cupid’s arrow directly to his heart because now, dan heng could feel his heart racing and pounding like loud bells in his ears. “good night then, dan heng.”

“good night, [name].”

before you could even respond to him, dan heng gave you a small wave as he walked into the bathroom and away from your sight. if you shot the first arrow towards his heart then dan heng must have bounced it back at you because, it was the way your name rolled off perfectly from his voice that made heat rush to the surface of your cheeks. his voice held so much affection and awe towards you just like how it did in the past, and those black and white memories of what was once a fairytale-like relationship were now gradually being filled with vivid colours and being retold to you like a story book. it felt so wrong yet so right.

dan heng heavily brings his hand to his chest while leaning against the door whereas you fell face first into his pillow on the bed. whatever this strange feeling was that caused your heart to feel an unknown nervousness, was the start to your internal snowball of conflicting emotions.

cupid has successfully done the first step to their job.

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 11 oversized black tee

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╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : AAAAHHHHH woah what’s this i’m back to 2 updates per week?? honestly updates may vary but at least expect an update once per week! hope you all enjoy this chapter of sour grapes! <3

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[dollfaced-erin]

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊˖ ݁𖥔.♡ .˚⊹

"𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 ?"

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 :

❀ Erin | 19 | Biotech student | Flower obsessed writer

"Hi and welcome to the dollhouse~! I'm Erin, the housekeeper of the manor. Do enjoy yourself here and spend some time with the lingering residents who come and go."

I am extremely busy with school at the moment. Do excuse me if i update late and am late to respond to the mailbox ! Feel free to chat and req !

❀ Drinks tea | Writes and Draws | Blade and Scara's wife | TWST , OMORI , HSR, Genshin Impact, etc.|

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𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔰 :

❀ 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan) :

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15 , PART 16 , PART 17 , PART 18

❀ 𝔻𝕒𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕒 :

A sketch of tired eyes... An OC i made for Dragon's Cradle

❀ 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 , 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖 :

For the moon was witness to all that passed (a Yingxing x Dan Jia/(Y/n) rq !)

Prophecies of old, retold anew (Jing Yuan x reader rq !) (would be canon storyline in Jing Yuan's ending)

Sugar Daddy Jing Yuan pt 1 ! , Sugar Daddy Jing Yuan pt 2 ! (how it all started !) (possible series ?!)

A home that bonds thicker than blood and water. (anonymous asks) (found family Jing yuan x (Y/n) x Yanqing) (rant and drabbles with hcs)

Memory Resurgence (anonymous asks) i just wanted to put in because hahahahahaha

Renouncing thoughts (interactions of the characters and DC!Mc)

Jealous Jing Yuan ! (using DC!Mc)

Meeting the HCQ in prime era setting ! (Using DC!Mc Dan Jia but named (Y/n))

A tail has feelings too ! (HCQ, prime era x Dan Jia (DC!Mc , Y/n)

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𝔉𝔞𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔱 :

Dan Jia by @kitsuki30

Dan Jia by @suzukichan33

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𝔄𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 :

I am open to all requests ! However I do only write for F!Mcs only, using she/her pronouns.

Dan Jia is my OC meant for the use of Dragon's Cradle ! She is the younger sister (not biological but read and you'll understand) of Dan Feng, therefore the sibling of Dan Heng !

She is the past of DC!(Y/n) ! No, she isnt a different person like DF and DH, but rather she adopted a new persona from losing her memory, a temporary identity after amnesia.

She accepts that she is Dan Jia, but still prefers to call herself (Y/n), for Dan Jia was she who was the past, and (Y/n) is her who lives to see today.

(Maybe she's the older sister of Dan Heng, but since she was frozen, she might be as well the same age as him)

Dan Feng is the Imbibator Lunae (Drinker of the Moon) of the Xianzhou : Luofu. To accommodate this fact, Dan Jia/(Y/n) is the Saltator Lunae (Dancer of the Moon).

After all, one who drinks always tastes sweeter with company and entertainment.

[inbarfink]

Much like many ‘What Remain of Edith Finch’ fans, I also subscribe to the theory that there is nothing truly supernatural about the ‘Family Curse’. That it’s more of a bad trauma-coping-mechanism turned self-fulfilling-prophecy that led the Finches to romanticize and obsess over death, take unnecessary risks, and never learn from their mistakes. 

But generally I see folks people point to Molly’s death as the event where this really got going. Like, obviously the ‘Curse’ existed long before this back in Norway - but its Molly’s death and Edie’s inability to process her own guilt in it that led her into a full-on obsession with the ‘Family Curse’ that eventually doomed almost her entire beloved family. And while I don’t deny that the loss of Molly was certainly an important step in Edie’s obsession- I’d say the true inception of it all was quite a bit earlier, back when Edie lost her father and her house.

Because the loss of that old house has clearly left a huge mark on Edie, it haunted her dreams every night of her long life - she spent what was probably her last few days on earth writing a story about it. And what is Edie’s biggest problem? She clings, she never lets the past go. In her own whimsical and cheerful way, she’s in a state of permanent mourning. Every death story is retold and mythologized, every dead child’s room is meticulously preserved as the day they died (to the point of making one of her sons share a room with his dead twin for 11 years), the New Finch House can rarely actually change - it can only grow. And I do believe that this obsession with preserving the past is born of the time Edie had to watch all the past she had at that time drown beneath the waves alongside her father.

We really can’t know what sort of memorialization traditions the Finches had back in Norway. We’ve never being inside of the Old House, not even in Edie’s story. And according to Edith’s narration, Odin built it - so it probably hasn’t been around for enough generations for the Finch tendency to cling to the past to be as evident as with the outside architecture of the New House. 

But I feel like it’s very probable that while Edie really took it to another level, the Finches had a tradition of memorialization for a long time. There’s a reason why Odin was so insistent of sailing his entire damn house across the ocean. And when it drowned, Edie didn’t just lose her daddy and her childhood home - but also everything that connected her to the dead Finches that came before her. There’s a reason why we know almost nothing about Ingeborg, Edie’s mother, all of her possessions and pictures have been lost when the house sunk. Odin probably only kinda avoided that fate on account of being a kinda-known writer, so his books and pictures of him were still available outside the House. But who knows many other Finches’ memories were buried under the waves.

During Edith’s flashback of her last day in the house, you can see some of Edie’s post-it notes about ‘the History of the Finches’, full of names neither Edith nor the player can recognize. 

And when Dawn pulls the book away from Edith, you can see a few lines that were not narrated to us. 

“And I wasn't alone. I started seeing things. The bed I shared with my sister. The chair my grandmother died in. The clock I used to hide inside of.”

All of these people were once just as real as Louis, Dawn and Edie were to Edith - but how much of them was really left after decades of existing only in Edie Finch’s mind? How many of these names Edie remembered and how many did she have to guess at inside the fog of her memories? Does Edie really remember the chair her grandmother died in or did she have to hesitate wandering if it was a sofa instead? Did she even remember her own mother’s face by the end? 

The true tragedy of Edie’s book isn’t really that Edith never got a chance to read more of it. We know the other entrance to the library exists, if Edith was truly driven she could have tried finding that key (gathering up the torn book honestly wouldn’t be that much of a worry, it seems to have basically into two big halves, after all). The reason why the Player never gets to read on is cause I think Edith realized that this book was just pure fantasy.

And not just in the sense that there wasn’t ever any freak earthquake and low tide that allowed the Old Finch House to resurface, in the sense that whatever Edie wrote about meeting or discovering in the Old House was stitched together from the half-remembered memories and wishful thinking of a grief-stricken old woman. There was nothing there that would’ve truly brought Edith (or her son, or the Player) more information about the family history or the ‘Curse’. It could only teach her about what great grandma Edie wanted to be true, and what she wanted most of all is see that Old House again. To once again, for the first time in years... feel like she was home. To meet all these people she lost and can’t preserve eternally like she thought she could with her new family. To have something from them she can preserve. To be able to tell Edith about her sister and uncle and grandmother and mother. To truly remember them again. But she can’t. All of these ideas as such of a fantasy as the Old House rebuilding itself before her eyes. And that’s the true tragedy of ‘The History of the Finches”.

Edie was so resistant to Dawn’s attempts to move away from the family obsession with death because she thought she knew what it feels like to let go, what it feels like to move on. And it feels like all of her family and memories drowning beneath the waves. The roof peeking over the shore a constant reminder of all that she lost. And cause the Finches are not really good at finding a happy medium, all Edie knows is to cling to the past, to everything she can lose, to her house. Even as her obsession exacerbated the ‘Family Curse’ - until all her family died or left her. Until Edit Sr. ‘Edie’ Finch died all alone in her big empty house, surrounded by her perfectly preserved memories of her dead children.

Like I mentioned at the start, I think the ‘Curse’ became a self-fulfilling prophecy partially because it led to a mindset that never learns from mistakes. If every death is a manifestation of a supernatural blight upon the family line, then there’s no point at looking at a tragic death of a child as a mistake that might’ve been prevented, then there’s no attempt to avoid similar mistakes in the future. And Odin’s death is really the encapsulation of that problem. 

Odin supposedly moved to America in the hopes of leaving the curse behind and moving on, but just like his daughter, he was seemingly incapable of actually leaving anything behind. He sailed his entire goddam house across the ocean (and through either the arctic circle or the Panama Canal cause the Finches live on the State of Washington) because he was so unable to part with any of the memories imbued within it. And how did that end? With both Odin and his precious home buried beneath the waves forever. If Odin was able to admit he can’t take everything with him to America, he could’ve simply taken the most important mementos of his dead wife and child and the Finch Family History in general and be able to actually preserve some of his memories in his new home. Or at the very  least let his daughter keep at least some pictures of her own darn mother. Instead of losing everything, including his own life.

But for Edie, this whole story didn’t seem like an almost-parable-like narrative about how clinging too hard to the past might just mean destroying it more thoroughly. It just seemed to her like the Curse striking again, making it clear it will follow the Finches everywhere in the most poetic way possible. So instead of learning any sort of lesson from what happened to Odin, she glorified and romanticized the actions of her father. Built him a monument that made him seem like some sort of hero. She reveled in the story of the house that sailed across the ocean and almost made it ashore. And then just set on making his exact same mistake, over and over again.

[wonderfulwitchwillow]

Dream

Sitting in a room, a woman types away at a work. First laying out an idea, a concept, before truly creating. A bug has overtaken her, some impulse. Yet as she tries to type she finds it harder to to condense thought into words. The idea, still deeply present in her mind, is soon overtaken with a new thought. She stops, taking a pause; then adds an addendum to her work, slamming away at her keys.

Whenever we have odd dreams, do we not reach out to our friends, family, or even acquaintances about such things? In truth, I find it far easier to think of the endings instead of the beginning or the content in between; for that is also how I dream.

She is a young woman. Anxious. Unsure. Naïve. Nearing the end of her education. Hoping for a normal place in society, working a simple life. Her dreams and thoughts are clear and vivid but unseeable even to herself. Her keystrokes are filling her room, the sounds of rowdy drunken passersby interrupting the nightly atmosphere. The time is 2:11 am. Soon she herself shall pass into a dreamscape that she attempted to establish before. And soon shall her ideals haunt those very dreams. Time wanes on, 3 am, 4 am, 5… Night soon breaks for dawn but before those very moments she finally succumbs to the night around her.

She will find it hard to awaken

She will find no reason at all

Until she does

Lying in a room 

Unfamiliar

She stands in a space. Desolate white. A lack of sound, deafening.

I shall leave you on one of my many dreams, one that I still ponder constantly. It does not haunt me, rather I find it enlightening. I recall standing in a line, waiting for what felt like an eon until arriving at a point. 

Her brain recalls the story she typed up earlier, filling the white empty space. A woman standing in a room not too dissimilar to her own, just the time period is off by a few years. The ‘90s,  not the ‘20s. 

This creature stands, lost in thought. And so does our woman. But stand is not the proper word for her.  The dream denizen soon yawns and prepares for her own rest. 

There I discussed with an individual whose appearance I do not recall. I then converse, agree upon a gift and then awake. It is my deepest memory, though dare I call a dream a memory. But that remembrance continues to nag my very moments.

A realization clicks; a thought; a memory. A duty. She lets her thoughts run wild, and soon she returns to that blank white space; still allowing that dream denizen time in her infinite dreamscape to live out her life.

A new whole creation soon fills around her. It's too similar to her own so she soon adds her own flair. Clichés to be certain but no one can judge her. At least in a manner that will bother her. She eventually settles on a world.

I bring this all up to ask you a simple question: if this work itself is but a dream, what makes our reality real?  What is real? What defines this? What does this mean? I feel simply asking this question at the end of my story may deduct from the innate purpose or meaning but is seeking this answer not akin to seeking truth as my characters do? 

She fills her world with dream denizens just as she had done before; giving each a name, a purpose, a dream. Soon too, these denizens dream and awaken an infinite time over. Each living a life before ceasing in an endless display. Infinite stories: sad or happy, of love and loss, of nonsense and purpose, fill her world’s endless histories that will never be retold.

All her own. Only hers.

Am I not just another character in a work not of my own volition. Am I just a character in a story being made to write this nonsensical statement? I jest of course, I am real. At least to me. 

An eternity passes, her mind left blank by all she had thought out before her, all lines left to their ends. A duty fulfilled. And soon to be forgotten. A new dream must begin, a cycle repeating. Dream, dreamlessness, dream again. Until.

Though I shall never know for I do not desire to pull apart the pages and stare back at the entity beyond me. I am content if I am but one character in a story infinitesimally large; since I suppose I am written to feel that way. But what if I grow to desire more. Is that my choice?

A reason to awake

A beep.

Then I fell asleep

[acsuttles]

11—11 Memories Retold – Part 11

No Commentary.

 Harry wanted to leave Canada for the big war.  Julia was his dream girl.  Kurt wanted to find his boy from battle.  He was a German.

[ohgeesoap]

@killerspinal my complete 2023 Playstation Wrap-Up 🩷🩷🩷

I hit image limit but these were my games of the month:

January: Call of Duty (Modern Warfare II)

February: 2064: Read Only Memories

March: Resident Evil 4

April: Witch on the Holy Night

May: Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remastered

June: Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 Remastered

July: 11-11 Memories Retold

August: Norco

September: Under the Waves

October: Spider-Man 2

November and December: Powerwash Simulator

[nalyra-dreaming]

(pt1) I don't want them to change TOO much from s1, but as they constantly drew attention to Louis' manipulation of the story (& then took it a step further in ep7, revealing he's not only cherry-picking truths but that some of his actual memories are false) it'd be a bigger cop-out to change nothing. They set it up that way for a reason - writers rarely go out of their way to create so much doubt about the narrator's reliability without some larger purpose in mind, so there has to be a pay-off.

Absolutely agree!

And I do NOT want them to do an Ocean‘s 11(?) thing where they explained the whole thing juuust as it clicked into place… (but that may be just me 😅)

I‘d rather they let Daniel change some key scenes for us… it would include him more, and while I want to see some of it 😈… (and I mean that one memory really hit home, right?!) - I do not want the whole thing retold either. Most of it had to have happened in some kind of fashion after all 🤷🏽‍♀️

[glitchyred]

Well for my take of Glitchy Red, it just starts out the same, except the game is pretty normal aside from a few glitches and odd details and comments. Glitchy here, always wanted to have people who player his game to have fun (even if he did get hurt because of the glitches/cheats they did. An example being Missingno (he’s also got a few scars from the glitches in game hurting him). However he just snapped because he was finally tired of being hurt. The MC here was thinking it was just a normal game and that’s why he did that Missingno cheat. After that Glitchy who’s very angry and tired just well makes the MC suffer badly, who’s feeling guilty for what he did : (. Red does realize that he was in the wrong, even apologizing to the MC, and was about to well…for now. But the player had a idea, and talked him out of destroying his game. MC talked things through over with Red, and they started bonding : ). For a while MC just kept the Gameboy on, and always chatted with Red everyday (who also does love Pokemon here, he even has his own team that are also sentient, he’s just kept them away from the players. And the MC’s team earlier was replaced by them. Red’s team is Blastoise, Dragonite, Ninetails, Alakazam, Hitmonchan and Marowak). Then one day MC was using his laptop when another idea struck. That being, what if he could upload Red’s data and stuff on there? He asked Red for permission of course, and Red wanting to finally get out of there agreed. So he got Red’s data on a memory disk and inserted it into his laptop and it worked! Now MC has a little (sentient glitch) brother figure who can chat with him anytime. He did also let Red just get into his phone because why not? Plus it’s easier bringing it than a laptop. So happy ending : ). Might do a sequel which has slice of life shenanigans and fluff after this, or one where Glitchy here, meets some of the other Glitchys (he does not know about them). Oh and he also does not hate FireRed LeafGreen Red for replacing him, he knows he did not have a choice in that, hating the creators for just abandoning him. Oh yeah he also has abandonment issues (and also the fear of being abandoned and left alone (like take away his Pokemon and put him in a room by myself, he would panic). His issues are mainly with his creators (but in the sequel thing, he's starting to move on from them.) oh and I made him 11 for a few reasons; first that in the OG pasta, I remember that one line where it clearly stated he was a kid, and the second being that seeing your take of Glitchy was also a kid, well that made me less nervous to make a slightly more accurate Glitchy. oh and sorry for the long infodump, I just have lots of thoughts on my take of the boy. Your take on Glitchy in Retold and ;Glitchy are some of the best versions I've seen, I adore them! Oh and here's a image of what my Glitchy looks like (drawn by a friend on Discord)

Hell YESSSS so true!! I love the idea of Red having a team of sentient Pokémon that he keeps away from the player that's so sweet omg. I have a kinda similar thing to the laptop thing with the post-plot of GR:R where the narrator backs up RED into a rom they can play on emulator. It's a really fun concept and I like the idea of the player also having him on their phone NDJSJDJSJD this is so epic and I love ur interp your boy is so epic. The art is really cute!!

[silascody]

Full Name: Silas Cody.

Nicknames: Si, Dice.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birthday: April 12th, 1990.

Birth place: Portland.

How long have they been in town?: 15 years overall with a 7 year absence.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Ocean Crest Apartments (temporarily).

Occupation: Drug dealer (formerly), construction worker.

Family: Three older brothers he’s estranged from.

trigger warnings: cancer, child death, child neglect, prison, drugs // @aurorabayaesthetic

Loud and rowdy, that’s how most of their neighbours would describe the Cody family from Portland, Oregon. They were only ever supposed to be a family of six and when their fourth son was born Ethan and Claire mutually decided that they were finished. That was until Jack, the eldest, was diagnosed with Leukaemia at the age of 8. Their optimism began to falter with every post treatment check up and each ensuing set back that followed, heartbreak coming to a culmination when he needed a bone marrow transplant at age 10 and there was no match within the brood. After two years of what felt like an endless battle, with options dissipating, they decided to try and expand their family one more time and conceive a savior sibling through IVF.

Silas Cody was born thirteen months later.

For all the effort that went into bringing him into the world, by the time he turned four, the Codys were back to being a family of six and the once loud and lively household seemed to still in the aftermath of Jack’s passing. He has few memories of his eldest brother, just snippets of stories that were gradually retold on holidays and birthdays, though the topic continues to be an open wound among the family.

For most of his childhood he felt like he was carrying the weight of his dead brother, as though he was occupying a place in his family that was never supposed to be for him. To him, his parents seemed perpetually tired, like they had nothing left to give. His brothers were close knit, a fortress of three that he was on the outside of.

Then at the age of 11 his family grew again, but in a new way. He found himself with another brother in the shape of Ricky Murdock, but one that had come into his life via a moving truck and conversations through the garden fence rather than the traditional way. They became fast friends, their closeness only growing over the years as the distance between him and his blood increased.

His parents disinterest in his life continued throughout high school and the only reprieve seemed to be when Silas announced his intention to forgo college and move to California with Ricky and their mutual friend Andrew to chase their band ambitions. It was as though he saw his father wake up for the first time, in a way that loud jam sessions in the garage and years of attention seeking behaviour hadn’t achieved.

Eventually, he agreed to go as his last attempt at gaining his parents affection.

He lasted a half of a semester. It hadn’t been his intention to be a college drop out, but after a tense Thanksgiving and Christmas with his family, that ended in a blazing argument where words were shared that could never be taken back, Silas took his future into his own hands and uprooted his life with the little money had saved.

Moving states wasn’t enough distance between him and his kin, he needed to put a border between them, which is how he found himself saying goodbye to his two best friends who were still L.A. bound. He drifted for a few months, moving city to city until he eventually found himself in Aurora Bay at 19 years old.

It wasn’t long before he fell into the wrong crowd, the kind that knew fast ways to make money with high risks a footnote that was rarely spoken about. The lifestyle fit him like a glove instantly, no schedule to adhere to, just a where and a when of where he had to supply.

At 20 he met Jordan Mitchell, who became a regular customer and a regular fixture on his mind. Falling for her was like dealing for him – it was about all that made sense for him. That lasted all of five years before they both found themselves sat in front of blue lights with bricks of cocaine in trunk, starring down the barrel at the ruin of both their lives. In a split second decision, Silas had decided the both of them going down for it would be a waste, so he took the blame for it and insisted once he was under arrest that she had only been present because he forced her to be.

By the time his trial was over, he was sentenced to 5 years in jail for drug trafficking and for having said he had used the threat of violence to get Jordan in the car with him. He was given parole in June 2020 and decided to get out of the state and take his chances on the road putting the new skills he had learned in prison to the test.

PERSONALITY.

+ loyal, self-sufficient, resourceful. 

- vengeful, emotionally distant, immature. 

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

he’s bisexual.

has been back in town for roughly a week (as of April 2023)

very good bass player, was in several garage bands throughout high school. initially only picked it up to be obnoxious and annoy his parents but he has a natural apt for it 

tried to get #FREESILAS trending while he was in prison, it did not work and he ended up getting into shit for being caught with a phone 

did not stop him from going semi-viral on prisontok for his prison hooch step by step recipe that his cellmate filmed for him 

little bit of a gym addict because working out was his main source of structure in jail and he hasn’t quite figured out how to shake that 

has lost of how many tattoos he has, some have meaning, others are stick and pokes from when he was bored

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

ex-boyfriend of @jordanmitchell

former dealer of @pearlwestbrook (not in game but still canon)

former business rival turned dealer to turned what the fuck we're on the straight and narrow ig lookatuspaulrudd.gif of @marsmoran

sorta older brother vibe (if your older brother got you into dealing drugs in hs) of @aiden-stevens

horror enthusiasts with @screamqueen-slater

ex-boyfriend (bad terms) of @victoriaxsanchez

masquerade hook up of @rominacortez

chaos pal of @cricketcampbell

disliked severely by @edietello for trouble he and her brother ciro got in back in the day

close friend of @lucianaxalvarez

blue collar buds with @hcnter

was in prison at same time as @ulyflynn and @colexwalters

idiot pal of @peterbasara

(almost) vegas husband of @chelsabel

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

some bros: he’s a boys boy through and through, so a couple of close buds from before he was jailed would be hella. he’s the type to provide an alibi on a moment’s notice without asking any q’s. he thinks that’s true loyalty (questionable at best SGHJSK) 

people who actually visited him in prison regularly: the real ones!!! 

fellow delinquents: anyone shady that he rolls with, could be positive or negative, let’s go 

prison pen pal: someone who he was writing with and hasn’t actually met in person yet til now? imagine. contents of letters can be headcannoned!  

childhood friends from portland: would love this, can be heavily plotted 

former cellmate/anyone he’s known from prison: its a super specific shared experience so that could be very fun to explore 

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / folks he’s been close to since he first moved to aurora bay at 18 / childhood friends from portland / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his twenties / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / people he’s fucked over (variety of reasons for this, go nuts). 

[lazyajju]

Road 96: Mile 0 is a Narrative-Adventure game with a musical component created by DigixArt, the French studio behind the successful Road 96, 11-11 Memories Retold and 5 Pegases Awards winner.

Coming to Steam, Xbox, PlayStation & Nintendo Switch on April 04, 2023