#atomless

[superdillin]

my heart is still broken about The Atomless, I think my heart will always be broken about it. Thinking about Ayg and her unfinished story and all the work and love poured into her. Putting those feelings here because I'm essentially not able to do so safely anywhere else.

[thakiekstahdoesart]

The Atomless is everything to me, enjoy Ayg hanging out in her room on the Patchwork

[yarn-dragon]

More liveshows should have audience participation

[vo1tur3]

The new Atomless episode is so good (watch the atomless if you haven't yet)

*spoilers ahead

*tw cults

New Mors, as a deconstruction of cults that pop up in leftist spaces and co-opt leftist ideals as a form of recruitment, is so good. You see it so often, especially in forms of "new age thinking."

Near where I live, there is a cult known as the twelve tribes that works very similarly. They use a hippie bus and prey on tourists and run a vegetarian restraunt called the yellow deli (using child labour) to trick people into joining. Underneath the progressive anti-capitalist facade, they're a fundamentalist christian cult.

I've never understood how this kind of recruitment takes place. I've always had a sense of disbelief, but this episode truly helped me understand. Dont get me wrong at first. All the alarm bells were set off, but there was a period after that, where I legitimately said, "Maybe these guys aren't so bad." I was re-assessing. Maybe my misgivings came from a place of mistrust for religion. Maybe I was apprehensive because of personal bias. I mean, who am I to judge another culture, let alone an alien one.

But then it soured. The isolationism, the Idolaisation, the control. It became so clear what New Mors is and what they do to their citizens. Just because a group appears on the surface to align with your beliefs doesn't mean they actually do. The point is, you are not immune to propaganda, and although it's good to be critical of internal bias, sometimes you need to analyze why things feel wrong.

[superdillin]

Scrap doing a tight five at Helium.

@captainkrail

Comedian who keeps mixing up women and ankhegs from D&D 3.5: women am I right? Always dealing 2d6+7 plus 1d4 acid damage with their bite attack! Right fellas?

[onedragonarmy]

Loving the Aurora Protocol, Starfinder is such a cool system and the sound work is so good! I should check out The Atomless once I finish it, did UC borrow some audio talent from them?

[waxwing-cedrorum]

Recent painting time! Had a lot of fun with this one and took a slightly different route with painting the stars that I really liked.

The character’s name is Skye and she is played by Momo O’Brien on the podcast called the Atomless.

[magical-sass]

Also since I posted my last drawing figures I'd post the last version of this baby too on here as well

🧡🧡 🖖🖖

[superdillin]

he DOES deserve a mullet oh my god.

may or may not be working on Flare from the Atomless 👀

[mintesprig]

back listening to The Atomless and i can't help but think the cast would do an amazing Wanderhome playthrough

[studiooutthere]

Since we've entered the Moonmirror winter hiatus, this seems like a good time to ask: what other podcasts do the cast like/recommend? I'll go first and suggest Malevolent (audio drama based on Call of Cthulhu, good if you like to hear male whimpering) and Monstrous Agonies (urban fantasy radio advice show for monsters, made by @monstrousproductions)

“Listen to Moonmirror again.” - Stranger

“I only listen to Sad Boyz and the Bald & The Beautiful.” - Leo

“TAZ: Amnesty because that’s how I learned about Monster of the Week! I also recommend Realms Apart, The Atomless, Alice Isn’t Dead, LA by Night, and the podcast adaptation of The Left-Right Game.” - Cloud

“…TAZ and Critical Role are the only podcasts I’ve ever listened to.” - Suffer

[superdillin]

A Scene from The Atomless that will never get to air

I wanna share something meaningful to me since the show won't get to finish. We have a few episodes recorded that can't reach your ears and in one, what was going to be the next one, Ayg had the breakthrough I was wanting for her for 30 episodes.

This is, one of the most important scenes I ever got to play as her, and I couldn't stand the idea of not having it known that she WAS going to get here. So I edited this part just for myself.

I'll throw spoiler context for anyone who wants it below the break.

Thank you again to everyone who listened, cared, and engaged with this story. I am still broken hearted but also so grateful.

The context made short is that Ayg was born in the lower decks of Saga, a really oppressed under city. She tried so hard to get out and wound up kind of doing it, but working for a pretty corrupt company. Early in the campaign, the gang met a group of activists on saga who planned to blow up the decks that separate the upper decks and the lower. Ayg was pretty much the only one who was uncomfortable with the idea of helping - and only kind of reluctantly agreed from a distance. She still valued the law and knew that the lower decks were a bad place to live but hadn't fully recognized who to blame. My whole dream for her character arc was her slowly putting the pieces together and realizing who the real enemy is, and uniting against them. I finally had that first big breakthrough moment for her with Scrap, Robins NPC who's also from Saga, and it's one of the most important scenes I played as her. and I'm really proud of how Robin and I got there.

[thakiekstahdoesart]

The crew of the Atomless playing Y-Net

[yarn-dragon]

Robin: Guy isn't a 5 foot raccoon they're a normal size raccoon

me, who has been picturing Guy in my mind as a 5 foot raccoon since his introduction: well, that's news to me

[vo1tur3]

I've been thinking about Azhaam a lot lately. The way he views himself is so sad but so real. He has this misapprehension from the time he spent in jail internalising his guilt that the only way he can pay penance is by never allowing himself to be happy again. One thing that seemed clear to me from his talks with Hive is that the others dont even blame him for the revolution failing, and from everything we've heard, it was an impossible uphill battle in the first place. So, all of this pressure and pain is self-inflicted.

He labours under this false pretence of being incredibly emotionally intelligent and introspective, but really, he just uses self analysis to avoid facing his own guilt.

Anywayyyy he's so broken, and he needs a good hug. I love him

[hypocratic]

@eviji

Total darkness is difficult to achieve.

Space itself is not entirely dark; it is littered with stars and whatever else we propel into it. Science is the discovery of what we are willing to do for knowledge. Ipso facto, ethics exists. And Institutional Review Boards. To curtail that pursuit, shrink its orbit, minimize casualties. The world has decided, broadly speaking, the end does not justify the means. In fact, in the field of psychology, people must never be the means—no matter the importance of the end or the unimportance of the man. Dr. Chilton does not fully adhere to these agreements.

Any presence of light within this room, however dotted or minuscule, would ruin the illusion. Sealed with new, custom rubber lining, the door blocks all luminescence from the outside hallway. There are no windows for light to palette the cushioned walls; Rifat will never know their true color: he enters anesthetized and in the dark, he leaves anesthetized and in the dark.

To Dr. Chilton, the walls are teal. Because he knows they are teal. Even now, in the absence of light, to him, they are teal. He is a practical, boastful man. He enjoys being privy to the most basic of undisclosed details. He does not imagine he is in space. Or that the walls are white or red or nonexistent. Frivolous mental exercises like this don't excite him. What excites him is knowing what others do not. And uncovering that which others wish to keep private.

Without atoms, sound cannot travel. Space is an atomless, soundless gaping gap with the rare disturbance of life. Technically, voices should be stripped here. As lost as the teal walls. But it is necessary for Rifat to hear him. In Rifat's state, the suspension of disbelief that they are able to vocally communicate in the vacuum of space is easily suggestible. With ketamine in his system, Rifat would believe they are communicating telepathically were Dr. Chilton to so much as imply it.

Rifat floats in a sensory deprivation tank. Wet jumpsuit clinging to his limbs like shed skin. The saline water is two feet deep. The exact temperature of skin. Unnoticeable yet pleasant. Nurses loosely bound his wrists and ankles to the edges of the tank to prevent accidental capsize drowning.

When Dr. Chilton—sitting in a plastic, foldout chair in the corner of the room—hears the water slosh, he knows Rifat is awake. Voice gentle but firm, like a potter's hands to dizzy clay:

"The empty, black space you dream of occupying is within you. It has been there the whole time. You are there now. Inside yourself. Here, you are weightless. Unburdened. Safe. Everything is felt but unseen. Like your lungs, your kidneys, your heart. One knows these intimately but could not pick them out in a visual lineup." Frederick Could. A unique insight courtesy of Abel. "Most organisms cannot grow in darkness. Many, however, live in it. You are one such creature. You reach into that empty, black space, grope what you hope is there, and feel warmth in its place. You try to identify this phenomena by touch but it is as receptive as air." How much can Dr. Chilton take from Rifat and not of Rifat? He is the ship of Theseus, remaking himself. "You are receptive. Not empty. Elements have different boiling points. Unknown solutions can be identified if you know how much it takes for each to burn. Feelings are the same. This phenomena never boils. You identify it as love. The empty, black space you dream of occupying is within you. It has been there the whole time. It is love. You are there now. I am, too. As is Margot. Love is filling you. Fulfilling you. You are receptive. Not empty." Dr. Chilton continues on in spiraling circles.