#custer's revenge

[shrekrekrek]

tbh these 3 are the worst games ive ever played

[g4zdtechtv]

SPECIAL PRESENTATION: MTV & GameTrailers' Top 10 Best & Worst Video Games | 11/2006

An MTV/GT Collabo with a LOT of G4 alumni.

[tommis]

quick tie me the fuck up and cover my whorish squarish pink outline in white pixels before any ratings systems are created.

we shall sell it on the black market and achieve cult classic status for the poorly optimized games we play

[gameraboy2]

Custer's Revenge for the Atari 2600

Play it online

[hacksawboy]

another banger from my bsky

[whencyclopedia]

Sioux Warrior Rain-in-the-Face (Eastman's Biography)

Rain-in-the-Face (Ite Omagazu, l. c. 1835-1905) was a Lakota Sioux warrior and war chief during Red Cloud's War (1866-1868) and at the Battle of the Little Bighorn (1876), after which he became famous as the man who killed Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer, his brother Capt. Thomas Custer, or both of them.

How Rain-in-the-Face first became identified as Custer's killer is unclear, but the claim was popularized by the poem The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – the bestselling American poet of his age – published in Keramos and Other Poems (1878). Although modern-day writers cite the poem as claiming Rain-in-the-Face killed Thomas Custer, it seems clear "White Chief with yellow hair" (line 9 of the poem) alludes to George Custer, and it is George's heart, not Thomas's, that Rain-in-the-Face rides off with at the end of the piece.

Rain-in-the-Face is best known today from two accounts of his life and the part he played at the Battle of the Little Bighorn – the 1894 report given by American journalist W. Kent Thomas based on an "interview" given at Coney Island, and the 1905 biography by the Sioux author and physician Charles A. Eastman (also known as Ohiyesa, l. 1858-1939) – which contradict each other.

In the Thomas interview, Rain-in-the-Face claims he killed Thomas Custer, cut out his heart, and spat part of it in his face at Little Bighorn as revenge for being unjustly arrested by Capt. Custer in 1874. In Eastman's account, he denies killing either of the brothers and, further, describes the Battle of Little Bighorn as so chaotic no one could have known who they had killed for certain.

As the W. Kent Thomas interview was given after the journalist got Rain-in-the-Face drunk, for the express purpose of getting the "real story" on Custer's death, while Eastman's account is a respectful transcript of the old warrior's life story, the latter is usually understood as more historically accurate.

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The following is taken from Eastman's Indian Heroes and Great Chieftains (1916), the 1939 edition, republished in 2016. It has been edited in the interests of space, but the full account will be found below in the External Links section.

The noted Sioux warrior, Rain-in-the-Face, whose name once carried terror to every part of the frontier, died at his home on the Standing Rock reserve in North Dakota on September 14, 1905. About two months before his death, I went to see him for the last time, where he lay upon the bed of sickness from which he never rose again, and drew from him his life-history.

It had been my experience that you cannot induce an Indian to tell a story, or even his own name, by asking him directly.

"Friend," I said, "even if a man is on a hot trail, he stops for a smoke! In the good old days, before the charge there was a smoke. At home, by the fireside, when the old men were asked to tell their brave deeds, again the pipe was passed. So come, let us smoke now to the memory of the old days!"

He took of my tobacco and filled his long pipe, and we smoked. Then I told an old mirthful story to get him in the humor of relating his own history.

The old man lay upon an iron bedstead, covered by a red blanket, in a corner of the little log cabin. He was all alone that day; only an old dog lay silent and watchful at his master's feet.

Finally, he looked up and said with a pleasant smile:

"True, friend; it is the old custom to retrace one's trail before leaving it forever! I know that I am at the door of the spirit home.

"I was born near the forks of the Cheyenne River, about seventy years ago…When I was a boy, I loved to fight," he continued. "In all our boyish games I had the name of being hard to handle, and I took much pride in the fact.

"I was about ten years old when we encountered a band of Cheyenne. They were on friendly terms with us, but we boys always indulged in sham fights on such occasions, and this time I got in an honest fight with a Cheyenne boy older than I. I got the best of the boy, but he hit me hard in the face several times, and my face was all spattered with blood and streaked where the paint had been washed away. The Sioux boys whooped and yelled:

"‘His enemy is down, and his face is spattered as if with rain! Rain-in-the-Face! His name shall be Rain-in-the-Face!'

"Afterwards, when I was a young man, we went on a warpath against the Gros Ventres. We stole some of their horses but were overtaken and had to abandon the horses and fight for our lives. I had wished my face to represent the sun when partly covered with darkness, so I painted it half black, half red. We fought all day in the rain, and my face was partly washed and streaked with red and black: so again, I was christened Rain-in-the-Face. We considered it an honorable name.

"I had been on many warpaths, but was not especially successful until about the time the Sioux began to fight with the white man…

"Some , Crow King, and others.

"This was the plan decided upon after many councils. The main war party lay in ambush, and a few of the bravest young men were appointed to attack the woodchoppers who were cutting logs to complete the building of the fort. We were told not to kill these men, but to chase them into the fort and retreat slowly, defying the white men; and if the soldiers should follow, we were to lead them into the ambush. They took our bait exactly as we had hoped! It was a matter of a very few minutes, for every soldier lay dead in a shorter time than it takes to annihilate a small herd of buffalo.

"This attack was hastened because most of the Sioux on the Missouri River and eastward had begun to talk of suing for peace. But even this did not stop the peace movement. The very next year a treaty was signed at Fort Rice, Dakota Territory, by nearly all the Sioux chiefs, in which it was agreed on the part of the Great Father in Washington that all the country north of the Republican River in Nebraska, including the Black Hills and the Big Horn Mountains, was to be always Sioux country, and no white man should intrude upon it without our permission. Even with this agreement Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse were not satisfied, and they would not sign…

"It was when the white men found the yellow metal in our country, and came in great numbers, driving away our game, that we took up arms against them for the last time. I must say here that the chiefs who were loudest for war were among the first to submit and accept reservation life. Spotted Tail was a great warrior, yet he was one of the first to yield, because he was promised by the Chief Soldiers that they would make him chief of all the Sioux. Ugh! He would have stayed with Sitting Bull to the last had it not been for his ambition.

"About this time, we young warriors began to watch the trails of the white men into the Black Hills, and when we saw a wagon coming, we would hide at the crossing and kill them all without much trouble. We did this to discourage the whites from coming into our country without our permission…

"There were a few Indians who were liars, and never on the warpath, playing ‘good Indian' with the Indian agents and the war chiefs at the forts. Some of this faithless set betrayed me and told more than I ever did. I was seized and taken to the fort near Bismarck, North Dakota of the Long-Haired War Chief and imprisoned there. These same lying Indians, who were selling their services as scouts to the white man, told me that I was to be shot to death, or else hanged upon a tree. I answered that I was not afraid to die.

"However, there was an old soldier who used to bring my food and stand guard over me—he was a white man, it is true, but he had an Indian heart! He came to me one day and unfastened the iron chain and ball with which they had locked my leg, saying by signs and what little Sioux he could muster:

"‘Go, friend! Take the chain and ball with you. I shall shoot, but the voice of the gun will lie.'

"When he had made me understand, you may guess that I ran my best! I was almost over the bank when he fired his piece at me several times, but I had already gained cover and was safe. I have never told this before, and would not, lest it should do him an injury, but he was an old man then, and I am sure he must be dead long since. That old soldier taught me that some of the white people have hearts," he added, quite seriously.

"I went back to Standing Rock in the night, and I had to hide for several days in the woods, where food was brought to me by my relatives…

"In the spring the hostile Sioux got together again upon the Tongue River. It was one of the greatest camps of the Sioux that I ever saw…We had decided to fight the white soldiers until no warrior should be left."

At this point Rain-in-the-Face took up his tobacco pouch and began again to fill his pipe…

"There was excitement among the people, and a great council was held. Many spoke. I was asked the condition of those Indians who had gone upon the reservation, and I told them truly that they were nothing more than prisoners. It was decided to go out and meet Three Stars at a safe distance from our camp.

"We met him on the Little Rosebud. I believe that if we had waited and allowed him to make the attack, he would have fared no better than Custer. He was too strongly fortified where he was, and I think, too, that he was saved partly by his Indian allies, for the scouts discovered us first and fought us first, thus giving him time to make his preparations. I think he was more wise than brave! After we had left that neighborhood, he might have pushed on and connected with the Long-Haired Chief. That would have saved Custer and perhaps won the day.

"When we crossed from Tongue River to the Little Big Horn, on account of the scarcity of game, we did not anticipate any more trouble. Our runners had discovered that Crook had retraced his trail to Goose Creek, and we did not suppose that the white men would care to follow us farther into the rough country.

"Suddenly the Long-Haired Chief appeared with his men! It was a surprise."

"What part of the camp were you in when the soldiers attacked the lower end?" I asked.

"I had been invited to a feast at one of the young men's lodges . There was a certain warrior who was making preparations to go against the Crows, and I had decided to go also," he said.

"While I was eating my meat, we heard the war cry! We all rushed out and saw a warrior riding at top speed from the lower camp, giving the warning as he came. Then we heard the reports of the soldiers' guns, which sounded differently from the guns fired by our people in battle.

"I ran to my teepee and seized my gun, a bow, and a quiver full of arrows. I already had my stone war club, for you know we usually carry those by way of ornament. Just as I was about to set out to meet Reno, a body of soldiers appeared nearly opposite us, at the edge of a long line of cliffs across the river.

"All of us who were mounted and ready immediately started down the stream toward the ford. There were Ogallala, Miniconjou, Cheyenne, and some Hunkpapa, and those around me seemed to be nearly all very young men.

"‘Behold, there is among us a young woman!' I shouted. ‘Let no young man hide behind her garment!' I knew that would make those young men brave.

"The woman was Tashenamani, or Moving Robe, whose brother had just been killed in the fight with Three Stars. Holding her brother's war staff over her head, and leaning forward upon her charger, she looked as pretty as a bird. Always when there is a woman in the charge, it causes the warriors to vie with one another in displaying their valor," he added.

"The foremost warriors had almost surrounded the white men, and more were continually crossing the stream. The soldiers had dismounted and were firing into the camp from the top of the cliff."

"My friend, was Sitting Bull in this fight?" I inquired.

"I did not see him there, but I learned afterward that he was among those who met Reno, and that was three or four of the white man's miles from Custer's position. Later he joined the attack upon Custer but was not among the foremost.

"When the troops were surrounded on two sides, with the river on the third, the order came to charge! There were many very young men, some of whom had only a war staff or a stone war club in hand, who plunged into the column, knocking the men over and stampeding their horses.

"The soldiers had mounted and started back, but when the onset came, they dismounted again and separated into several divisions, facing different ways. They fired as fast as they could load their guns, while we used chiefly arrows and war clubs. There seemed to be two distinct movements among the Indians. One body moved continually in a circle, while the other rode directly into and through the troops.

"Presently some of the soldiers remounted and fled along the ridge toward Reno's position; but they were followed by our warriors, like hundreds of blackbirds after a hawk. A larger body remained together at the upper end of a little ravine and fought bravely until they were cut to pieces. I had always thought that white men were cowards, but I had a great respect for them after this day.

"It is generally said that a young man with nothing but a war staff in his hand broke through the column and knocked down the leader very early in the fight. We supposed him to be the leader, because he stood up in full view, swinging his big knife .

"After the first rush was over, coups were counted as usual on the bodies of the slain. You know, four coups is entitled to the ‘first feather.'

"There was an Indian here called Appearing Elk, who died a short time ago. He was slightly wounded in the charge. He had some of the weapons of the Long-Haired Chief, and the Indians used to say jokingly after we came upon the reservation that Appearing Elk must have killed the Chief, because he had his sword! However, the scramble for plunder did not begin until all were dead. I do not think he killed Custer, and if he had, the time to claim the honor was immediately after the fight.

"Many lies have been told of me. Some say that I killed the Chief, and others that I cut out the heart of his brother , because he had caused me to be imprisoned. Why, in that fight the excitement was so great that we scarcely recognized our nearest friends! Everything was done like lightning. After the battle, we young men were chasing horses all over the prairie, while the old men and women plundered the bodies; and if any mutilating was done, it was by the old men.

"I have lived peaceably ever since we came upon the reservation. No one can say that Rain-in-the-Face has broken the rules of the Great Father. I fought for my people and my country. When we were conquered, I remained silent, as a warrior should. Rain-in-the-Face was killed when he put down his weapons before the Great Father. His spirit was gone then; only his poor body lived on, but now it is almost ready to lie down for the last time. Ho, hechetu! "

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[ambrosialdesire]

fic playlists

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songs that i thought were fitting to the fic/what i listened to while writing them (yeah ik i have ASS music taste LMFAO) some of them are longer, some of them are short since it kinda depended on how long each fic was or whether a song actually fits it

might update it, might not idk (doing everything but writing rn lol)

LAST UPDATED: 08-04-2024

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𓆩♡𓆪 cacoëthes        — mascara by deftones        — entombed by deftones        — pork soda by glass animals        — change by sephe        — i hate everything about you by three days grace        — all i want is you by rebzyyx        — yandere by jazmin bean        — hatef--k by the bravery        — i love you hoe by odetari        — chxse by whatsaheart

𓆩♡𓆪 inamorato        — wasted summers by juju<3        — be quiet and drive (far away) by deftones        — beware by deftones        — night shift by lucy dacus        — gooey by glass animals        — christmas kids by roar        — gallery piece by of montreal

𓆩♡𓆪 boundless/bounded        — are we still friends? by tyler, the creator        — running out of time by tyler, the creator        — problems by mother mother        — oleander by mother mother        — please, please, please, let me get what i want by the smiths/deftones        — rule #34 by fish in a birdcage

𓆩♡𓆪 down boy, down        — wet dreams by odetari        — animal i have become by three days grace        — she's my collar by gorillaz        — heaven can wait by michael jackson

𓆩♡𓆪 hedonic        — functioning alcoholic by odetari        — cake by melanie martinez        — how i'd kill by cowboy malfoy        — angel eyes by abba

𓆩♡𓆪 desiderate        — obsessixn by whatsaheart        — let me in by whatsaheart        — she by tyler, the creator        — saccharine by jasmin bean        — pain by three days grace        — tear you apart by she wants revenge        — my way of life by frank sinatra        — custer by slipknot

𓆩♡𓆪 bloodsports (yea ik it's not out yet lol)        — b.a.s. by megan thee stallion        — the haunting by set it off        — whore by in this moment        — slut me out by nle choppa        — crack baby by mitski        — i'm your man by mitski

[asumofwords]

Here is a Smoke, Fire and Ash Playlist

My Mind - Yebba

Happier than ever - Billie Eilish

The Rip- Portishead

No. 13 Dance of the Knights - Sergei Prokofiev

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

Shape of my heart - Sting

I bet on losing dogs - Mitski

Insane - Summer Walker

I can do anything / finale - Christopher Lennertz

The fruits - Paris Paloma

Me and the devil - Soap&Skin

Season of the witch - Lana del rey

Claude’s girl - Mario’s Hackman

(Sigh) - unloved

Emotions - Brenda Lee

I want you - mitski

As the world caves in - Matthew maltese

Me and my husband - mitski

Chaotic - Ellise

Borderline- Tame Impala

Sad Girl- Lana del rey

TV - Billie eilish

Never let me down again - depeche mode

Dies Irae - Verdis requiem

Problème D’émotion - igorrr

WHERE ARE THEY NOW??? - Emily jeffri

Gilded Lily - The Cults

Who is she? - I monster

Bad things - cults

Eat your young - Hozier

Mount Everest - labrinth

Custer - slipknot

Down bad - Erin Kaith

Cruel world - Lana del rey

Diet Mountain Dew (demo) - Lana del rey

Tear you apart - she wants revenge

Laughing on the outside - Bernadette Carroll

Exit music (for a film) - Radiohead

THE SNAKE - Lana Lubany

Running up that hill - Kate bush

Яд - Erika Lundmoen

The chain - Fleetwood Mac

Killshot slowed + reverb - Magdalena bay

End of the line but better - forreally

Change - sephe

Smells blood - kensuke ushio

Labour - Paris Paloma

The world we knew - Frank Sinatra

Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain

La leçon particulière - Francis lai

The plagues - Samuel Kim

One more hour - tame impala

West coast - Lana del rey

Borderline - Emma Lu

Pretty when you cry - Lana del rey

Girl with one eye - Florence and the machine

My little love - Adele

Kill bill - SZA

I honestly had so many more I could add to this but the list is getting ridiculously long LMAO

[whorrorbvby]

100% the best $200 I've spent on a gaming device ever lol. I'm still finding what games to put on it but I got a good bit from NES, SNES, N64, PS1, PS2, Game Cube. Enough to fight off any amount of boredom 🤣🤣

bro im trying to save my money you’re such a bad influence what the hell 😂

that’s so fucking sick though im so happy for you 🤩 the first thing i saw was twisted metal 2 and i choked on spit i havent played one of those since i was in elementary 😱 ahhhhhhhhh you’re gonna make me buy one 😩😂

if you need a list for roms i have a master list of every rom you can imagine that i got from someone off reddit if you don’t have one~ i haven’t had any issues with any rom except for custers revenge which like…fair enough 😂

[oc-babe]

OC Tag Game

Pick 5 songs you think would be used for fancam videos if your OC was canon and tag 5 people

Thank you for tagging me @slaasherslut <333 been thinking about this for forever and I'm so glad I have an excuse about it!!

No pressure tags: @djomama, @slasher-male-wife, @the-pinstriped-hood

Magnolia Sinclair

- Von Dutch by Charli XCX

- Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl by Chappell Roan

- Deceptacon by Le Tigre

- Big Spender by Lana Del Rey ft. Smiler

- Rose's Turn by Bette Midler

Carolyn Gray

- Cemetery Girl by Insane Clown Posse

- Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie

- Friday I'm in Love by The Cure

- I Know the End by Phoebe Bridgers

- Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Hunter King

- Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

- Gallery Piece by Of Montreal

- Elevator Man by Oingo Boingo

- Brass Monkey by Beastie Boys

- Nothing to Fear (But Fear Itself) by Oingo Boingo

Emil Müller

- Mein Teil by Rammstein

- Custer by Slipknot

- Rats by Ghost

- West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys

- Scrawny by Wallows

[g4zdtechtv]

FULL EPISODE: X-Play - That’s Where I Draw the Line (7.16.12)

The Pool That Is Indeed Dead.

[mallowmaenad]

just saw censored footage of custer's revenge. dude its already squares. i can see everything. are you dumb

[youfkingfearless]

Just realized that if the argument between Jules and Nate didn't ever happen,the raid at Fezco's would have not happened. Nate took his revenge on Jules by talking to her and make her falling in love,then he started blackmailed her and so Jules told Rue everything and Rue told Fez to scare Nate and he did. And because of Nate it happened all that shit with Mouse/Custer that led to Ashtray's death. Nate is literally the cause of mostly every bad things on this show. I swear if he has some random redemption in next season I'll go feral, if I can't have him dead at least I want him in jail with his queer daddy.

[whitebelt-witch]

keep thinking about that one video game podcast who had a native american dude on to talk about custer’s revenge and he rightfully chewed them out on tokenizing him for the show and all they could do was apologize for the rest of the episode

[pulpman2]

Female Native American retribution for the massacre of a peaceful Cheyenne village at Washita in 1868 by George Armstrong Custer’s Seventh Cavalry. Eight years later, these young women, girls when their parents were slaughtered by the rampaging troopers, have not forgotten. On the bluffs overlooking the Little Big Horn River, Little Elk knelt to take her revenge on Corporal Charles Parrish, also present at the Washita, but now bound and staked out under the hot sun, as the Cheyenne princess, watched by her fellow female braves, her blade glinting, went to take the first scalp of Custer’s disastrous campaign,

Source: The Nude Sioux Princess by William Brady, Man’s Action magazine (July 1962).

[underseer]

reading "son of the morning star" by evan s. connell and it is truly not good. the organizational structure here is like if you offered a historian a substantial sum of money to tell you as much as they could about the battle of little bighorn and every single person in it but without ever drawing a breath or stopping to think. truly free-associational at times ... "xyz general had a drinking problem" then we're treated to every single time anyone connected to the battle observed drinking, their feelings abt it, etc. omg stop

it feels like he should have just committed to making this a novel. the character sketches are dramatic and detailed enough to be suggestive of entire persons, and it's jarring to then hear "we may never know" or "can't be sure" when it comes to the most INTERESTING bits, the motivations of the characters and their relationships to each other. just go the extra mile and make it up!

after reading the first chapter i *immediately* went to check if this came out after "the killer angels" and yes of course it did. there is a real sense of shaara imitation here, even down to the grand, elaborate descriptive cadence of the sentences, but it falls totally flat. "tka" devotes real energy -- so much energy it's embarrassing sometimes -- towards making the moral victors grapple with violence and the immoral losers grapple with a sense of inevitability ... gettysburg as a personal, not just national tragedy. connell misses every opportunity to do any of this, even when the most obvious occasions present themselves. he tells, for instance, a promising tale of a crow scout, half-sioux but turned bitterly towards the federals after his own and his mother's mistreatment at his paternal family's hands, a complete life story, a strange and yet close relationship to custer. the scout is cut down in the battle. two sioux girls decapitate him among the dead and take his head back to their mother, who recognizes him as their uncle, her own brother. what were their reactions? what was the meaning of this familial and tribal tragedy, the ways betrayal and revenge animated and then ended this man's life? connell, in one of his most profoundly useless moments, tells us that "one can only imagine." ?!!!!??;!???;!?? i was speechless.