#mythos software

[retrocgads]

USA 1993

[holmesoldfellow]

"The Lost Files of Sherlock Holmes: The Case of the Rose Tattoo" video game for the IBM PC, sequel to "The Case of the Serrated Scalpel" (Mythos Software, Electronic Arts 1996)

[moss-and-pebble-pixel-art]

ID: full body pixel art of a heart shard of Mytho from Princess Tutu. The heart shard is drawn in shades of red, he's standing with one foot flat and the other leg outstretched so only his toes touch the ground. He's facing to the right and holding out his hands as if cupping something in them. Mytho is thin with light skin and white half-long hair. The background is a muted blue. In the empty space at the bottom right of the canvas the artist's signature reads "Moss and Pebble '24". End ID

A request from the dear friend who got me into Princess Tutu (I haven't finished it yet) when I was looking for something to draw.

[servicereward]

imagine having to teams owen burnett. sweating. a nightmare.

[arconinternet]

The Lost Files of Sherlock Holmes: The Case of the Rose Tattoo (DOS, Mythos Software, 1996)

You can download it for use with DOSBox or ScummVM here, or download it packaged with ScummVM for Windows here.

You can find my post about the first game here.

[quitealotofsodapop]

"Dave as a Selkie" fic ideas:

Debating whether or not Dave is unaware of what he is due to being raised by a human parent, or he was straight up raised in the ocean like a baby seal. Cobra would certainly notice tho. Who better to dive for Bancho's Sushi than that seal-merman guy he met one time?

In the mission where you save a baby Humpback Whale, Dave mentions having a living mother "[he] needs to call". Imagine the sheer lore of being a second-generation selkie - the product of love or captivity between a legend of the sea and a human.

Dave's selkie heritage suddenly explains why sharks seem to be dead set on chasing him. Humans taste bad, but seals tasty.

No matter how good Dave moves in the water, his stamina on land isn't great. Running is hard with webby feet.

Dave still has difficulty understanding the Sea People's language at first - he's not local after all. Him and Dr Bacon would try to learn how to speak it directly after they develop the translation software.

Dave canonically dives to a depth of at least 540 metres/1771.65 feet - which is well over the record for human divers. The record with a simple rebreather and oxygen is 316 m/1,037 ft, and the deeper records (534 m/1,752 ft) are from using experimental gas mixes, not random O2 tanks and air from gigas clams.

However, in the case of him being a mythical seal man; those numbers are pretty routine. Elephant Seals are one of the deepest diver; frequently going beyond 1,550 m/5,090 ft (record is 2,388 m/7,835 ft) for a snack run. Females can dive even deeper.

Deep-diving seals have thick hides and high volume blood for helping them hold onto oxygen during dives. Baikal seals are just jam packed with it. Probably explains how Dave doesn't immediately bleed out from being shot at, bitten, stung, and exploded throughout the story.

Dave seems habituated to a warmer climate, so he'd likely be a Monk Seal variant - which is fitting since they're voracious, flexible eaters (basically having unlimited menu options), and can be very friendly to non-seal animals like sea turtles! Their dive limit is also a little over the in-game one; at 550m/1800ft. Mediterranean Monk Seals in particular as a species; are also tied to myths of human men falling in-love with sea nymphs/nereids and producing weird half-seal kiddos - Psamathe from Greek mythos being the most famous. Though the Gaelic Selkie is linguistically tied to Grey Seals - Scottish "selkie" means "little selch/grey seal", it can mean any number of pinniped species.

The Sea People of the Blue Hole likely have no gotdamn idea what Dave is. Lore wise, perhaps the seal-like sea folk had a different evolutionary trigger - similar to how consuming the Divine Tree's fruit is implied to have mutated humans into the more fishy Sea People. Dave is stuck in the middle of being both not full human, but not fully a Sea Person.

They think he cute af tho.

Dave just be chilling on a lounge chair like he's replicating a retro pin-up, munching on all the free sushi he could ever want. Meanwhile scientists, chefs, secretly-evil corporations, and sea people go wild in the background.

[thhouseofblack]

Hello♡

Hello! I'm Sil - a queer university student studying global affairs. My pronouns are she/her and I enjoy all things greek mythos. I write in this fandom (at least, at the moment) - and my fics are down below! Feel free to hit me up with anything, i love to talk, though i'm a bad texter in general so please have some grace!

I do not support AI so please don't put my works through any AI software(?). Please don't steal any of my fics, especially without giving due credit! Thank you!!

My Links:

Twitter

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My Works:

General:

I Held Her Hand Tighter:

In the lead up to the arrival of Helen's suitors, Clytemnestra, Penelope and Helen spend an afternoon together talking about marriage and their futures (One shot - part of Days of Olive and Honey series)

The Apple of My Eye:

After God Games, Hera and Athena talk about Athena's parental relationship with Odysseus. (One Shot)

Fighting From Afar:

Odysseus dies during the war. With a prophecy that claims that only the mind of Laertiades will cause the fall of Troy, Ten year old Prince Telemachus is brought to the shores of Troy. (Ongoing 6/8)

Forgive My Wanton Grief:

My Love I Kept You Well side series focusing on the Gods during the main fic. (Ongoing 2/?)

Your Dreams are Blameless:

After his ship breaks during a mission to retrieve the son of Achilles, Odysseus gets to make a brief visit home - after ten long years at the shores of Troy - and reunite with his wife and son for a few days. (Ongoing 2/6)

Sing O' Muse Of The Man Of Twists And Turns:

The main cast of the Iliad react to EPIC: The Musical, and other parts of The Odyssey. (Ongoing 1/30)

One Born of A Noble Mother:

Telemachus and Penelope's tumultuous relationship before and after Odysseus' return to Ithaca. (Ongoing 2/4)

Odysseus/Penelope -

My Saved Up Happiness:

It is two weeks after the birth of their son (he does not know that it is two months before he is forced to leave for war) , Odysseus puts aside his duties and work and spends the afternoon with his wife and newborn son. (One shot - part of Days of Olive and Honey series)

The Dream of You:

Stuck at Troy, Odysseus thinks back on the years he spent with Penelope after their marriage. (One shot - part of Days of Olive and Honey series)

My Love I Kept You Well:

Penelope is the one taken as Paris' Achaean Bride instead of Helen - Penelope of Troy AU (Completed 8/8)

A Hand With No Lines:

Odysseus and Penelope find out they're expecting a baby after years of struggling with the absence of a child of their own in their life. (2/5 - part of Days of Olive and Honey series)

Time Rejoices For You and I Have Reunited:

Penelope and Odysseus' reunion happens slightly diffferently when she awakens earlier and reaches where Odysseus' carnage is unfolding, unaware. (One shot)

Odysseus/Diomedes -

Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder:

Book V of the Iliad - Diomedes knows that none can see the Lady Aphrodite's true form, that she appears as one's most desired, adored and loved. Yet it still takes him aback entirely when she appears to him as Odysseus. (One shot)

Penelope/Diomedes -

Of the Art of Destruction and Creation:

They bond during one of Diomedes' stays in Ithaca during the Odyssey. Penelope teaches him how to weave. (One shot)

You Are The Trembling of Time:

With the fourth year since the end of the Trojan War passing, the Elders of Ithaca have begun pushing for Penelope to marry again and take another man for husband - Odysseus considered dead by everyone. It is in the wake of this that Diomedes returns to Ithaca - to a distraught Penelope and Telemachus. (One shot)

Others -

The Light of Mine Glory:

Penelope/Apollo + Odysseus/Penelope; Penelope was Apollo's lover before her marriage. Now, years later, she is breaking at the seams holding together a kingdom amidst her own grief, when Apollo comes to her again, with a deal so irresistible that she cannot help but not refuse - Odysseus' safe return home. (One shot)

An Embassy to Atreides:

Odysseus/Agamemnon + One Sided Odysseus/Menelaus; With the Achaeans losing their battles after Agamemnon and Achilles' argument, Odysseus finds another way to bring about the peace. (One Shot)

Sleeping With a Serpent:

Odysseus/Agamemnon; Five times Odyssseus convinced Agamemnon into letting him have his way, and the One time Agamemnon got Odysseus following his words. (Ongoing 2/6)

If Music Be The Food of Love, Play On:

Diomedes/Telemachus; Diomedes and Fem!Telemachus are forced to marry after being caught waking up together, chaos ensues as Odysseus' return looms in the background (Ongoing 1/3)

[butcheryerface]

sure whatever I'm such a big nerd I'll make a bigass post on page 5 dissecting the image.

I actually picked up on this stuff a while back but figured it got mentioned already. apparently not? spreading this to the masses in case anyone's curious.

one https://nfrtg.com/page5, it's the "title page" of sorts with a bunch of info. I'm low-key a little blind so I fucked around with some editing software to help contrast.

the full page, to start.

I fucked around with the brightness a little. my phone compressed the files to shit, so I also did a little scale up on my laptop.

sammy has a tumblr! that might be of note soon.

franky fucking sucks at naming his folders.

I attempted to extract the black and white from this, but pixelation got my ass again.

can't really make out the words actually. but a new name maybe?

more sammy, this was the first I picked up on ages back. sammy's maiden name seems to be klein, I'm pretty sure it was referenced in one of the youngfag art thingies.

most of the hyperlinks are just crowdsauce gore boards, which isn't too surprising. yes I did in fact comb through them all...

also yes that says carnival ride malfunctions. I hate you goonerfag.

just another thing. corpsefarm has been mentioned before actually in one of the blinkies in page3.

it's probably nothing, but it's a bit curious. annabelles.site was mentioned in page 2 I think, and then cropped up during the whole laika thing. makes me wonder if it'll be mentioned again.

these might all mean nothing but I'm a massive monument mythos fan so I'm used to everything meaning something. it's getting bookmarked nonetheless...

[solchariot]

good morning/evening/night !

should've made an intro post sooner haha

hi! you can call me herms/hermes/sol, those are my preferred names, I mainly draw epic the musical and greek mythos stuff, I use Clip Studio Paint Pro as my drawing software, as for animatics, ToonBoom Storyboarder Pro 24. My birthday is on Nov 27th. (I do art trades but only with moots, sorry!) If you are going to use my art for pfp purposes, its allowed but please credit, same goes with reposting, im normally fine with it but always credit the original artist, but never NEVER steal my art or trace it and claim it as yours.

here are my other socials tiktok - @/solchariot discord - @/hrme_s I love helios, apollo and hermes thats pretty much it, I'll edit this post if theres something i wanna add in the future.

[elbiotipo]

foxgirl named Mozilla that started as a regular red fox but develops sentience not just by studying theory but by learning how to code and then she goes and blesses the humans with wonderful software. firefox creation mythos.

[hong-he]

Ship: Snake Father Yig x Dream Witch Yidhra

Happy Chinese new year🎉

The mascot of the Year of the Snake in Cthulhu Mythos is Yig. The Chinese image of Yig is influenced by the lovecraftian novel 《The Flock od Ba-Hui》 and traditional Chinese folk art.

Thank you for watching. This is my first attempt at making a PMV. It is short, rough and has flaws, please forgive me.

The characters that appear later (Yog-Sothoth/Great Race of Yith/Ithaqua) are three lovecraftian characters that I like very much.

Drawing software: Sai2 Editing software: 剪映

Music:发财发福中国年-中国娃娃

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[retrocgads]

USA 1993

[holmesoldfellow]

"The Lost Files of Sherlock Holmes: The Case of the Serrated Scalpel" video game for MS-DOS (1992) and 3DO (1994) (Mythos Software, Electronic Arts)

[the-monkey-ruler]

WuKung: A Legendary Adventure (1995)

Date: 1995 Platform: Windows Developer: Abudoe Software, Inc. Type: Reimging

Summary:

WuKung: A Legendary Adventure is a point-and-click adventure game based on the popular Monkey God mythos of ancient China. The Emperor is seeking The Book of Governance, an artifact containing all the wisdom necessary to rule a kingdom in a just fashion. He dispatches the monk SamChang on a quest to find it. Along the way, SamChang meets WuKung, an extraordinary and magical monkey. When SamChang disappears, it's up to WuKung to track him down with the help of his friends Eddy (a pig demon) and Seamoure (a river demon), then together find the Book sought by the Emperor.

The typical adventure gameplay involves solving puzzles to progress the story. Eventually three characters become available and it is possible to switch between them. Four actions are available as part of the HUD. There is also an inventory system where items are stored.

Source: https://archive.org/details/wukung-200

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQq398ZheTw

[oddballwriter]

Stranger Than Fiction

Summary: Marc moves into a cabin in the woods to escape the risks of being found out as a werewolf but as he lives amongst nature and hears a few tales, he finds that he's not the only living piece of folklore around the forest.

Warnings: Werewolf nonsense. Mentions of forest spirits and fae. The reader is a forest spirit/fae type being in the forest. The reader is referred to using she and her and with fem-associated adjectives. Marc is kind of emo in the beginning but honestly, he's always been like that, like that's just how he is. Only Marc is here and there is no mention or implication of Steven or Jake.

Author’s Snip: I wrote this in one sitting late at night so if any of the grammar or sentences are weird then I'm sorry and also blame my grammar-checking software for not getting it.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,691

Living in the middle of nowhere woods seems like it would be a given for a man inflicted with being a werewolf to live, but this would be the first time Marc has actually taken on that life. Regardless of the fact that he's from the city of Chicago, the exact opposite of a vast untouched green of nature. In the end, it was for the best, for everyone. He wouldn't run the risk of getting hunted down for what he is, and no one would panic over a wolf creature running loose in the city.

Marc wanted to fade away into the forest and live alone where the forest could hide him both when in and out of his monstrous state. He had found and bought a cabin property deep in the forests of southern Illinois, a very different place than he's used to, but he can adapt. He always has.

When he made it all the way there he got a good in-person look at it. It was nice. Homey. It would do well and he could see a comfortable living in it. It's far from the nearest official town but that's how he wanted it. It's far enough away that no one will bother him or catch the sight of him on a full moon. Even with the nearest cabin considered it was a good enough distance. It was perfect. He could hide here.

Marc did have to meet his 'neighbor', so to speak. He was the man who lived in the cabin nearest to him, as mentioned before. He came saying that he was aware that someone new had come along and wanted to give him a warm welcome. Although Marc wasn't much of a social person he decided to humor the man since he had driven the whole way here and came bearing gifts. Those gifts were food from his personal garden saying "I know there's a market in town but nothing beats the ones you grow in unaltered nature. They're pure and clean, nothing added but what the dirt's already got in it.". Some hippie-ish stuff about Mother Earth and all that. Marc could tell that this man was one of those old men who was tired of the world and wanted to live off the land. Power to him, but Marc couldn't shake off the feeling of being preached at.

Eventually, the man wrapped up his speech, or so Marc thought. Apparently, the pause that Marc took as a wrap was actually the man rerouting his topic. "You ever hear the legends, son?" the man asks. Marc scrunches his face in confusion, "The what?" he asks.

"You know, the legends! About the things that exist here in woods like this." the man exclaims as if Marc was kidding around with him, "The fae folk, the forest spirits, nymphs, what have you." he lists off. Marc shakes his head, "I'm not really a folklore and mythos kind of person." Marc says half-heartedly with a shrug. "Oh, they aren't just stories. I've met a few people who claim to have seen a thing or two here." the man smiles.

Marc crosses his arms unsure of where this guy is going with this. "I'm guessing you're going to tell me about some local cryptid?" Marc asks. "Oh, she's no cryptid, son. She's real. And she's everywhere." the man laughs in a way that is meant to be lighthearted but seems slightly ominous with the words he's said. "And... who is she?" Marc questions. The man clears his throat from his laugh and spins this small tale, "She's believed to be some kind of forest spirit who lives and watches over this part of the forest here. Wandering around making sure no one takes more than they need and occasionally watching those who are here from a distance to see what you're up to." the man explains.

"Some say they see her and that she's as beautiful as the land itself and changes with it in the seasons but she's a hard chase of you try to catch her, running as fast as a quick breeze and disappearing into the trees and the sound of the leaves rustling. but those who try to chase her say that you can hear her giggle in the rustling like it's a game of tag. If you stay on her good side then she has the breeze carry the scent of the forest for you to enjoy and has wild flowers grow around your cabin or helps grow any plants you might have." the man says further.

Again, just some hippie-spiritual-mythos junk, but that story sounds amusing at least. "And what if I make her mad?" Marc asks and that man begins again.

"Oh, well if you get her mad then she has all the trees pent you with their seed pods and nuts or she gets the animals involved. She sends them down to either dig up your property or scare the hell out of you in the middle of the night. Let me tell you something, son. Stags and deer are pretty in the day, but at night when it's just them and their bright unmoving stares in the middle of the darkness it's the thing of nightmares. And if she's real mad by hurting nature then she lets it take a bite right back at you, and Mother Nature is a fearsome thing when scorned." the man tells Marc, with occasional add-ins.

Marc scoffs at the stories and nods along. "You laugh but I swear to it. She's here and she keeps to her deeds. I got greedy last hunting season and shot an extra rabbit. Soon after that, a whole hoard of the little bastards came and ate up all my home-grown food and the squirrels were throwing the scraps in their burrows at me from the trees." he swears. "I still get pelted with one every now and then and at this point I think she's just trying to be funny." he adds.

After some more back and forth, the man leaves to let Marc have his first night in peace as the sun sets and baths the forest in a golden glow. Marc takes the luxury of not having it be a full moon any time soon and watches as the light goes from gold to a soft deep blue and purple and then the black of the night. He can hear the distant sounds of crickets talking in their chirps. As Marc settles into bed and lies in the quiet he finds himself thinking about the story that the man told him. He still feels disbelief in the tale but there's a part of him that doesn't want to be too skeptical. He is a werewolf who came to hide in the forest after all.

After a brief amount of time living in the cabin and counting down the days till his next turn with the full moon, Marc finds himself simply existing in the area around his new home. The trees are still lush with green leaves that shield away the sun but still allow it to be bright enough. He's been using his time outside of going into town to get supplies for the cabin occasionally picking up litter and trash and getting rid of all the dead leaves that have gathered while the cabin has been unoccupied.

He jokes to himself, calling out "I'm cleaning your forest. I hope that's okay with you." to the air as if the tales are true and you truly are watching him. However, he does notice that in the passing days, the patches of dirt around his cabin are being taken by green grass and some wildflowers are starting to bud from miscellaneous spots, and sometimes he smells the scent of the trees as the wind blows by occasionally but he just deems it a coincidence each time.

The first time he had a sign that he was wrong in his dismissal came soon after though on the night first turn here and the morning after. It happened like any other full moon. He painfully turns, runs and wanders the area, all of which is in a blur that feels like watching a slide show of photos taken and various moments. It all happens as it normally does but as he wakes he sees glimpses in his memories of a figure who is illuminated by the moonlight just away from sight but as he looks at them in his memories he feels no sense of danger. Instead just watches from afar as he moves along.

But when Marc truly wakes up, his body aching, and the morning sun burning his sore eyes he finds something strange. He's lying with a ring of flowers around him and some on him. He sits up in shock despite his muscles still recovering after the stress of changing twice in the span of the night. He catches some of the flowers as they roll off seeing that they are picked wildflowers and dandelions, and so are the ones around him.

Marc is reasonably confused and fearful. Did someone find him? Did they see everything? Why did they pick flowers and put them around him? Where the hell are they now? The flowers are still fresh and haven't started sagging yet. All these questions ran through his mind. But just as he's about to call out, he feels a soft breeze pass him and the smell of the forest come to his nose.

Marc looks around and his eyes fall on you a bit away blending in with the colors and hues of the trees and foliage, almost in beautiful camouflage with the surroundings. Marc calls out to you and stammers to get up, but his legs give and he falls back down. He looks back up but you're gone just like that.

Marc is at a loss for words but settles on a confused but still appreciative "Thank you." for the seemingly kind gesture of covering him in flowers, whatever that means, feeling that you're still around to hear it.

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[arconinternet]

The Lost Files of Sherlock Holmes: The Case of the Serrated Scalpel (In-browser, DOS, Mythos Software, 1992)

The first game to pit Sherlock Holmes against Jack the Ripper - or so it initially seems. You can play it in your browser here, or download it packaged with ScummVM for Windows here.