#not to mention quake and commander keen

[pikkish]

Playing Wolfenstein (2009) now and. All through 3D, Return to Wolfenstein Castle, and Wolfenstein RPG, I was kinda going "Haha ok I know they technically take place in the same universe but like what if this was actually connected to Argent D'nur. I know it's supposed to be the actual Spear of Destiny but what if it was actually a Night Sentinel spear. What if this magic energy the Thule are harnessing is the same thing as the Sentinel Energy and/or Argent Energy. What if it's all connected." And I was mostly just thinking about it for the purpose of connecting it all for, y'know, fanfic stuff, but now that I'm playing Wolf2009... I may not like most of Hugo Martin's design choices, and even most of those I do like, I think could've been executed a lot better, but I gotta hand it to him, I think he really was doin his best to tie Wolfenstein and Doom together.

[biomecharnotaurus]

Uno reverse. 💢 for Doom. I need the essay

*cracks knuckles*

First of all. People always come up with "original Doom never had a lore, that's why is so much better than Doom 2016-2020" BULLSHIT.

Original Doom had a fuck ton of lore, 2016-2020 got rid of it, AND I'M PISSED.

Listen, I like the slayer's lore, but it sounds more like a remake rather than a sequel of the 90's series.

Original Doom started from Wolfenstein, to Quake and to Commander Keen. The whole mess with demons started with FUCKING NAZIS OPENING A PORTAL TO GET HELL ENERGY FOR THEIR WEAPONS, Hitler even straight up made a deal with the devil, basically, he could take how much energy he wanted, but if B.J. killed him, the Apocalypse with natural disasters amd demonic invasions would have started. Of fucking course B.J. killed him, and that's how we got doomed (pun intended). Now. WHERE IS ALL OF THIS IN DOOM 2016???

Characters we know that exist, such as Crash that is only mentioned in Quake, she was the drill sergeant that trained Flynn, how the fuck didn't we get more stuff about her?? Also, Stan Blazkowicz in Doom RPG, he is mentioned being Flynn's twin brother, mind you, an engineer space marine, AND ALSO A FUCKING SERGEANT, where is him?? Did he die?? Isn't him technically a primeval too???

Something that pisses me off the most. 90's Doom was Bible based, we got biblical demons such as Satan and Baphomet, but in Eternal they just got reduced to...DAVOTH??? We even got a freaking weapon shaped like an ophanim in Doom 3, C'MON HUGO.

ANOTHER THING CAUSED BY MODERN DOOM: the new Doom 64 ending. Listen, Doom 64 ended in the worst way possible, our man basically closed himself in Hell, in order to murder all demons that tried to reopen the portals and probably died doing so, but with the extra levels we got only recently...it ruined the sad ass ending. Y'all are telling me the demons fucking teleported this man back to the UAC facility because he was annoying as fuck, and now it's basically just him and the demons throwing a temper tantrum because every time they yeet him away he just fucking goes back to Hell because that is where he decided to go, despite literally being banished from it??? All of this to add the Path of Perpetual Torment screen. Couldn't you just slap that screen in the original ending without fucking up the lore?? Jesus.

If you guys also didn't notice, I absolutely despise TAG 2 and whatever the fuck Hugo came up with after the chapter in the livestreams. He basically turned every fucking not human character in to glorified aliens nicknamed demons, slayer included. Don't turn this shit in to full sci fi...Halo it's a thing for a reason, no one needs another space marine vs aliens game, c'mon it's so fucking overused nowadays. Also, Davoth's bossfight was crap. Hayden's bossfight was more entertaining and complex, and we got hyped about Flynn vs THE RULER OF FUCKING HELL since the 90's, and it's reduced...to this?? A guy in a mecha??? (We are gonna ignore the fact that now apparently there is another Super Evil Satan™ guy that is much stronger than Davoth, but still).

The wife and son thing. Sure, we all suspected he always had a family, but...MORE LORE??? NOT JUST FUCKING SLAP A PNG ON THE FLOOR OF THE FORTRESS???? BRO. We can assume she was probably a UAC scientist, since she is wearing a UAC uniform, but...other than that...?

Probably there is more I need to complain about, I'll add more stuff later, if I remember exactly what.

[neverwatchedonepiece]

461: The Beginning of the War! Ace and Whitebeard's Past!

Yeah, I can see why Ace crumbled and joined him.

Really enjoyed the reveal of Ace’s past and how he achieved his infamy. And it turns out Ace was an infamous, powerful pirate in his own right before he joined Whitebeard. That, I was not expecting.

Loved that part at the start of 461 when Luffy was chatting to Ivankov and pulled a Hagrid. Ivankov was wondering if Dragon would show up to the execution because he was certain, absolutely certain that Dragon would not allow the WG to kill his own son.

Luffy, the oblivious rubber child, said within earshot of the entire breakout crew: “Wut? No, Dragon is MY dad. Ace’s dad is Gol D. Roger. He got the cool one, eh? Wait... I shouldn’t have said that. I really should not have said that.”

Oh, Luffy.

Whitebeard

Then, finally, after I don’t know how many episodes of waiting, the main event arrived.

@mrkashkiet asked if I had any predictions on Whitebeard’s powers. I said my first predictions were for a fruit power. Then, when I learned about Shanks and his lack of fruit, I figured maybe Whitebeard would be one of those guys who is so strong he doesn’t need a fruit. If Whitebeard did have a fruit, since he is a big, physically powerful guy, I guessed he would have earth or earthquake powers to compliment the muscles.

Argh, I was so close!

Whitebeard’s entrance was understated but even that showed his supreme confidence in his power. The other two ships popped up beside his, revealing he had brought all fourteen of his commanders with him. Then, in deathly silence, came the chink, chink, chink of someone slowly, deliberately ascending a flight of stairs (there’s those stairs again. Might start shipping Oda x Stairs).

Of course it was Whitebeard. I cheered.

I loved the casual threats he sent Sengoku’s way.  “It’s been a while. You’d better be telling me that my adorable, fiery son is alright?” Sengoku was sweat dropping like he was out at Nandos with the lads and regretted slathering on all the Vusa sauce to show off.

Then Whitebeard turned to Ace and was like, “Yeah, just gimme a sec, son.”

I thought, such bravado from the whitest of beards. But it was not mere bravado.

Whitebeard built up power and (this was so badass I’m still not over it) punched the air so hard it cracked. I wasn’t sure what was going on at first. I figured it was lightning (but then that had already been done with Enel) but Sengoku kindly explained the technique. Whitebeard has eaten the Tremor Tremor Fruit (not sure I got that right). It causes sea quakes! Not earthquakes. Argh, I was so close.

Then the action cut to flashback.

I have never welcomed a flashback as much. Come to think of it, I always enjoy One Piece flashbacks. Up until now, they’ve always served a plot purpose or as a reminder to a viewer (like remember when Luffy beat this guy two hundred episodes ago?) This is in contrast to something like Naruto. If you’ve seen it, how many times did you see Naruto having that sad day on the swings? Exactly.

The flashbacks revealed that Ace has ticked off some awesome boxes, just like Luffy.

Ace’s Past

The flashback opened with a young, fresh-faced Ace, waving goodbye to little Luffy. Almost immediately, Ace was causing chaos. He founded the Spades Pirates (I see what you did there, Oda) and tore the place up to the point he got himself into the OP News.

Garp was mad. He wanted Ace to become an accountant.

Whitebeard also read the OP News. Sage old man that he is, he shook his head. These young whippersnappers are too hasty. Whitebeard revealed  that Ace even refused a request to join the Shichibukai (now that’s really something. I wonder if Sengoku had his suspicions about who Ace was. Maybe Garp was behind the request, subtly prompting the Marines to enlist Ace because it would keep him safe?)

But that wasn’t all. Foolhardy young Ace went to visit Shanks.

He dragged his crew with him up Caradhras a snowy mountain. Spade Crew expressed doubts because this was The Shanks they were crashing in on, uninvited. But Ace was like, “It’ll be fine, stop bitching!”

Ace rocks up with his crew and Shanks was not in Saving Tiny Children Mode, but in Badass Mode. He wasn’t too keen on Ace impinging on his chill time until Ace said, “Nah, I’m not here to fight. I want to say thanks for saving my little bro.” It’s amazing what mentioning Luffy’s name does to Shanks. He thawed immediately and it was party time.

The reveal that Ace wanted to become Pirate King when he was younger was unexpected. I totally assumed that he had grown up hating Roger and everything he stood for, so that when Whitebeard came along as a substitute father, he latched on. 

The reality was different. It took a long time for Ace to come around. Now that I think about it, I like that much better. Ace gave up his dream to be the Pirate King but it took a long time, a lot of convincing and it was his own decision, taken after a great deal of thought and only when trust, mutual respect and a real relationship was established. Good.

I love that Ace fought Jimbei for five days. No idea why Jimbei felt obligated to screen Whitebeard’s appointments like his secretary, but it was cool to get a feel for how tough Jimbei is as an opponent. 

I felt sorry for Ace when after he collapsed, done with Jimbei, Whitebeard sailed up out of the mist and was like, “So I heard one of you was looking for a fight?”

Exhaused, Ace said, “Yes, that would be me. Run, crew!” But Whitebeard was just too strong. Luckily, Whitebeard had taken a liking to Ace (maybe he saw Roger in Ace and suspected?). He extended a massive hand and said, “I like you. You are cheeky. You are valuable. Become my fiery son.”

It was a hard pass from Ace, but he woke up on the Moby Dick. He was not happy. Ace tried (hilariously) to assassinate Whitebeard over a hundred times and got reckt.

He met Thatch, the 4th Division Commander who came a cropper courtesy of Blackbeard (rip, Thatch). Thatch was nice. He gave Ace some good advice: “You can either get off this ship and start again, or stay and wear Whitebeard’s mark.” 

Ace stayed. He made such a name for himself that the Whitebeards started talking about making him 2nd Division Commander. Ace was like, “Who, me? But there are people there who’ve been around longer.”

One of those people was Blackbeard!

That was another interesting thing to learn, that Teach was one of the original Whitebeard crew members. It makes his betrayal all the more disturbing. Ace was sitting casually, with him, worrying if BB would be offended if he went for 2nd Division commander. Blackbeard said: “Don’t worry...

Technically true, but also a such a huge, bare-faced omission of truth it’s equivalent to a lie. Sneaky, evil Teach.

The moment Whitebeard finally won over Ace fully was when Ace knocked at his door one night and told him about his heritage. Instead of being angry that his old rival’s son had infiltrated his crew, Whitebeard was cool about it. “That doesn’t matter. We’re all family.” Whitebeard didn’t care that Ace was Roger’s son. He cared that Ace was his son. Excuse me while I dab my eyes with a nearby handkerchief.

Then Thatch found the Yami Yami no Mi and it all went to shit, complete with black and white “is that a dagger I see before me” flashback with Teach looking demonic and pleased.

Ace was distraught when he found out. He took Teach’s betrayal personally. As Teach’s commander, Teach was his responsibility. Worst of all, Teach had disgraced Whitebeard, Ace’s father’s, name. Whitebeard tried to stop him, said, “This is an exception. I have a bad feeling about this,” probably knowing what fruit Teach had stolen. But Ace was too wrapped up in grief and anger to listen.

Ace knows that now. He admitted to causing the omnishambles that is about to kick off. He should have listened. Why did they come?

But Whitebeard said he told Ace to go? Wtf? I don’t get that yet, but I hope he will explain himself in 462.

Good episode, though. 10/10 would watch again.

During a late night father-son chat, Whitebeard reveals the secret of how he sculpts his facial hair.

[terrorland]

SO! For those cute cyberweb users out there who doesnt know it. I am big fan of the game company Id Software. The guys behind titles such as Quake, Wolfenstein, Doom and the in my opinion underestimated game, Rage! I have very fond memories of playing Quake 3 as a kid so am I thrilled about the quake champions? Well I think so yes thanks for asking!

What I love the most about quake champions is that they seem to have gone full on with characters and cosmetics from all the Id Software game universe! Including old games Such as commander Keen and all differant versions of the Doomguy for example! Some of these are really small/unkown! But! A character I havent seen been mention however is my favorite from Quake 3 team arena.

Fritzkrieg!

So i decided to do my own! Fritzkrieg is basically a tribute to the Wolfenstein series  (one of my favorites!) with a pretty simpel story. But a cool one! Here it is copied from the wiki. During Earth's Second World War, Fritzkrieg was a brutal and deadly member of the German army. When the Vadrigar claimed him, however, they were a second too late. Instead of a healthy new warrior for the Arena Eternal, they found themselves in possession of a handful of shattered corpses-all that remained after an Allied shell had torn apart Fritzkrieg and his companions. Undaunted, they pieced together the intact elements of the various bodies to form a horrific collage of flesh and blood-with a mind as shattered as the bodies it had once occupied.

THATS PRETTY COOL RIGHT? So I drawed him/them upp! I had to improvise/improve on some parts because

*there was a big lack of pictures. ( I even tried to take screenshots ingame!)

*big love to the old Quake3 engine but some of those textures are pretty terrible *Changed his ww2 gear to historic correct gear . Other than that I had to change some stuff to his mask cuz the game model dont really have that much of details. I also made a version without the helmet where you can clearly see that he´s made up of several nazi bastards! And as always, I ran out of place to draw the legs. Bad of me. Especially cuz I thought out what real life ww2 clothing would fit great as replacements! Anyways. Keep it up Id software, I am counting on you! There is some directions I might not like but overall I think you are doing great! And I totally understand if you choose to not include Fritzkrieg into the game ( you know.. NAZIS ARE PRETTY BAD!) Keep up the good work! / My other favorites were Orb, Tank Jr and Bones! <3

[buffyisms]

❝ Oh, I'm not really into porn... I mean I'm just... I'm trying to cut way back.❞

❝ When you look back at this, in the three seconds it'll take you to turn to dust, I think you'll find the mistake was touching my stuff ❞

❝ Uhm, this is much better. There is no problem that can not be solved with chocolate." ❞

❝ I don't think the forces of darkness are even trying. ❞

❝ Yeah. I ran away and went to hell and then got through it. I'm kind of hoping she doesn't use me as a model.  ❞

❝ I like my evil like I like my men - evil. You know, 'straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, soon my electro-ray will destroy metropolis' bad. ❞

❝ Can a nice, safe relationship be that intense? I know it's nuts, but... part of me believes that real love and passion have to go hand in hand with pain and fighting. ❞

❝ Fortune favors the brave ❞

❝ I thought a professional demon chaser like yourself would have figured it out by now. ❞

❝ I'm the Slayer. Slay-er? - Chosen One. She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries? ❞

❝ You're kidding. Ask around. Look it up: Slayer comma the. ❞

❝ Of course, you could smash in all my toes with a hammer and it will still be the bestest Birthday Bash in a big long while." ❞

❝ Don't worry I've patrolled in this halter many times ❞

❝ If you think that's enough to kill me, you really don't know what a Slayer is. Trust me when I say you're gonna find out. ❞

❝ That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn't wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.❞

❝ Yeah, well love isn't logical. It's not like you can be Mister Joe Sensible about it all the time. ❞

❝ No matter what, somebody's gonna get hurt. And the important thing is, you just have to be honest, or it's gonna be a lot worse ❞

❝ Are you quite finished? It's over, okay? I'm going to ignore you, and you're going to go away. ❞

❝ Also, in terms of hair care, you really wanna say, what kind of impression am I making in the workplace? ❞

❝I need to know more. About where I come from ❞

❝Maybe if I could learn to control this thing, I could be stronger, I could be better. But... I'm scared. ❞

❝ I know it's gonna be hard. And I can't do it... without you. I need your help. ❞

❝ I need you to be my Watcher again. ❞

❝ Thank you, logic boy. Did I mention this is a rant? Sense really has no place in it. ❞

❝ Oh, right. Yeah. Darn. My fellow ravers will be so disappointed. It was my turn to bring the Bundt cake.❞

❝ Your definition of narrow is impressively wide. ❞

❝ I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package. But I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto. ❞

❝ Don't talk about the books again. You get all... and sometimes there's drool. ❞

❝ Power. I have it. They don't. This bothers them. ❞

❝ So here's how it's gonna work. You're gonna tell me everything you know. Then you're gonna go away. ❞

❝ It doesn't matter where you came from, or, or how you got here. ❞

❝ You are my sister. There's no way you could annoy me so much if you weren't. ❞

❝ I don't know about you, but I've had it with super-strong little women who aren't me. ❞

❝ I don't need a guy right now. I need me. I need to get comfortable being alone with me.❞

❝ . I'm starting to feel like... being the Slayer is turning me into stone. ❞

❝ I know this ritual! The ancient shamans were next called upon to do the hokey-pokey and turn themselves around ❞

❝ Okay, no. Death is not a gift. ❞

❝ If I have to kill demons because it makes the world a better place, then I kill demons, but it's not a gift to anybody. ❞

❝ What you did, for me... that was real. I won't forget it. ❞

❝ I'm the Slayer. The chosen one. All mythic and defender-y. ❞

❝ Evil nasties are supposed to flee from me. Not the other way around. ❞

❝ I don't understand. I don't know how to live in this world if these are the choices. ❞

❝ I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do. ❞

❝ The hardest thing in this world... is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me. ❞

❝ I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. ❞

❝ Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch, this is Hell. ❞

❝ Now, about my loan. I'm not saying I'm charging you for saving your life or anything, but... let's talk rates. ❞

❝ Is that why you're always cleaning your glasses? So you don't have to see what we're doing? ❞

❝ What can't we face if we're together? ❞

❝ Well, I'm not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots, but there's definitely something unnatural going on here. And that doesn't usually lead to hugs and puppies ❞

❝ Why can't I feel? ❞

❝ A vampire with a soul? Oh my god, how lame is that? ❞

❝ I am the ghost of fashion victims past. Studded caps? Not a good idea. ❞

❝ I'm not saying that I'm doing back-flips about my life, but I didn't, I don't wanna die. That's something, right? ❞

❝ Yeah, I think the New Kids On The Block posters are starting to date me ❞

❝ You always hurt the one you love. ❞

❝ We do not joke about eating people in this house! ❞

❝ The most important job that I have is looking out for you. ❞

❝ I'm using you. I can't love you. I'm just being weak, and selfish and it's killing me. I have to be strong about this. ❞

❝ I'd say you look like you're ready to get married. ❞

❝ That's because the dress is radioactive. ❞

❝ I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love. ❞

❝ But we don't kill humans. It's not the way ❞

❝ We can't control the universe. ❞

❝ When I clawed my way out of that grave, I left something behind. A part of me. ❞

❝ Things have really sucked lately. That's all going to change and I want to be there when it does ❞

❝ I want to see you grow up, the woman you're going to become. Because she's going to be beautiful and she's going to be powerful. ❞

❝ I don't want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you. There's so much that I want to show you. ❞

❝ Peachy with a side of keen, that would be me. ❞

❝ It's not enough. I need to fix this. I don't usually get a heads up before somebody dies.❞

❝ So what then? What do you do when you know that? When you know that maybe you can't help? ❞

❝ It is always different! It's always complicated. And at some point, someone has to draw the line, and that is always going to be me. ❞

❝ You get down on me for cutting myself off, but in the end the slayer is always cut off. ❞

❝ There's no mystical guidebook. No all-knowing council. Human rules don't apply. ❞

❝ There's only me. I am the law. ❞

❝ It's not coddling. Now go to your closet. ❞

❝ Anna Nicole Smith thinks you look tacky. ❞

❝ OK, you know, this is beyond evil. This is insane troll logic. ❞

❝ If you knew what I've done, what I've let myself become. ❞

❝ "I feel like I'm worse than anyone. ❞

❝ Look, there's something evil working us, and if we are ever gonna have a chance to fight it, we need to learn everything we can about it. ❞

❝ "I don't have a choice. Whatever this thing is, from beneath us, it's bad, and it's only getting worse. ❞

❝ No. I don't hate like that. Not you, or myself. Not anymore. ❞

❝ You think you have insight now because your soul's drenched in blood? You don't know me. You don't even know you. ❞

❝ You know, I didn't even realize it was December. Maybe when we get home, we should decorate the rubble ❞

❝ I'm beyond tired. I'm beyond scared. ❞

❝ I'm standing on the mouth of hell, and it is gonna swallow me whole. And it'll choke on me. ❞

❝ They think we're gonna wait for the end to come, like we always do. I'm done waiting. ❞

❝ They want an apocalypse? Oh, we'll give 'em one. ❞

❝ From now on, we won't just face our worst fears, we will seek them out. We will find them, and cut out their hearts one by one.❞

❝ There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil, and that's us. ❞

❝ Welcome to the hellmouth. ❞

❝ But I don't believe in that. I always find a way. ❞

❝ 'm the thing that monsters have nightmares about. ❞

❝ don't know what's coming next, but I do know it's gonna be just like this. Hard. Painful.❞

❝ Death is what a slayer breathes, what a slayer dreams about when she sleeps. Death is what a slayer lives. ❞

❝ My death could make you the next slayer. ❞

❝ The odds are against us. Time is against us. And some of us will die in this battle. ❞

❝ Most people in this world have no idea why they're here or what they want to do. You do. ❞

❝ You think I'm losing sight of the big picture, but I'm not. ❞

❝ You can't beat evil by doing evil. I know that. ❞

❝ The hellmouth has begun its semi-annual percolation. Usually, it blows around May. ❞

❝ They're not all gonna make it. Some will die, and nothing I can do will stop that. ❞

❝ I'm the slayer. The one with the power ❞

❝ I've been carrying you, all of you, too far, too long. Ride's over. ❞

❝ I don't like having to give a bunch of speeches about how we're all gonna live, because we won't. ❞

❝ This isn't some story where good triumphs because good triumphs. Good people are going to die! ❞

❝ Hello! All I do is look at the big picture. The other day, I gave an inspirational speech to the telephone repair man. ❞

❝ "I have a mission to win this war, to save the world. I don't have time for vendettas. The mission is what matters. ❞

❝ "I'm tired of talking. I'm tired of training. ❞

❝ For 7 years, I've kept us safe by doing this, exactly this, making the hard decisions. ❞

❝ And now, what, suddenly you're all acting like you can't trust me? ❞

❝ Don't... be afraid to lead them. ❞

❝ Whether you wanted it or not, their lives are yours. ❞

❝ It's only gonna get harder. Protect them, but lead them. ❞

❝ I cut myself off from them, all of them. I knew I was going to lose some of them.❞

❝ I've always cut myself off, I've always — being the Slayer made me different but it's my fault I stayed that way. ❞

❝ People are always trying to connect to me but I just slip away. ❞

❝ "People die. You lead them into battle, they're going to die. It doesn't matter how ready you are or how smart you are. War is about death. Needless, stupid death. ❞

❝ I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be.  ❞

❝ "I hate this. I hate being here. I hate that you have to be here.  ❞

❝ I hate that there's evil, and that I was chosen to fight it. ❞

❝ But this isn't about wishes. This is about choices. ❞

❝ I'm going down into the hellmouth, and I'm finishing this once and for all. ❞

❝ So here's the part where you make a choice ❞

❝ So I say we change the rule. I say my power should be our power. ❞

❝ Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong? ❞ 

[sam-winchester-hunting-log]

Fanfic: The Wild Hunt

Type: Chapter Except from a larger story

Characters/ships: Sam, Dean, and Cas. Mentioned Destiel and Sabriel

Context: Chasing Dean, who’s chasing a dullahan.

Warnings - Minor: Vague violence, some swearing.

Word Count: 4,099

Special thanks to:

@classicrockcassettes for helping me get into Dean’s head in the last part.

@nixie-ravenwillow for inspiration and helping me past my writer’s block.

(And no, this does not mean either of you have to read this crappy story)

~*~--z--~*~

Sam still felt nervous about leaving Gabriel alone in the motel room but it was locked and warded, it should be safe. He had to force down the feeling as he followed Cas into the forest. It had not taken long for them to read Dean's map; Sam's frantic mental state had helped him decipher it.

They were currently heading for what they believed to be Dean's starting point. It had been the only singularly marked place on the map. Its uniqueness marked its importance. He just hoped that they would get there in time.

Still, Sam was confused. This plan of Dean's was far too well organized for a simple hunt, even for a Dullahan. It was set up more like a revenge plot but once again too organized for a Winchester. Just what was Dean planning to do?!

~*~z~*~

Dean crouched under the shadow of an alcove made of tree roots. He raised his beer to his lips, slowly taking a sip as he looked skyward. Keen green eyes tracked the sun's progress through the canopy of the trees.

Nightfall was nearing. He would not need to wait much longer. He was nervous but prepared.

He swallowed down the rest of his drink and placed the bottle back in his bag. He reached past it and pulled forth the golden chain. He uncoiled it and rewound it into a circle before latching it to his belt.

Once that was set, he reached back into his bag. He snatched up his pistol. He checked the rounds quietly before slipping the weapon into the back of his jeans.

The last item he grabbed was his flashlight. He hid that in his pocket, leaving it so it was easy to reach. Afterwards, he hid his bag in the protection of the roots. His shotgun stayed with it, a weapon of last resort if his bullets did not do the job.

His preparations complete, he crawled out from under the root cave. He grimaced as he stretched out his limbs for the fifth time that day. He hated running but he had a lot of it planned for tonight.

~*~z~*~

Sam was nervous as he spread Dean's map out on the flat ground that lay before the rooted alcove. It seemed like they always just missed Dean. His brother had not been this elusive in years, it was concerning. Though, at least he had found Dean's shotgun with the golden shells. It just concerned him as to why his brother did not have it.

Beside him, Cas made a disheartened sound. The exhausted angel was getting anxious as he looked up. Sam knew what he was staring at because Sam could see it all around them.

The sun had fallen, bathing the forest in the bleak.

~*~z~*~

Dean smirked as he crouched on the forest path. His fingers played with the path's loose earth as it shook with hard vibrations. The monster was drawing ever closer and Dean was ready for it.

~*~z~*~

Sam froze in his tracks. His eyes widened in the dark of the forest and his blood turned to ice. Panic clawed its way through his soul as a terrifying sound echoed through the trees.

The thunder of hooves pounding in a charge across hardpacked earth filled his ears. His heart hammered at the dreadful sound. He felt like he couldn't breathe. That monster was so close.

He turned his gaze towards Cas, barely able to see him in the halo of light from their flashlights. He could see the fear in the angel's eyes. He was just as worried about Dean as Sam was. They needed to find the older Winchester, fast!

~*~z~*~

Dean took a deep breath and walked out into the middle of the path. This was a stupid plan and he knew it. Still, it was the best one he had and it was the only way he was going to get that thing's attention.

He had read that its primary target was the person that had its focus, usually chosen before it rode on the path. Dean was sure that like most things, its focus would change while being taunted. Dean was killing two birds with one stone: he was getting the information he wanted and he was saving someone's sorry ass tonight.

As he stared down along the shadowy path, he saw a faint glow. He bounced on his toes and his fingers clenched at his side before unclenching once more. His breathing quickened slightly and his guts felt like they were twisting.

He knew that it was close now. The glow was growing and the path vibrated hard with the pounding of the mount's hooves. The quaking earth could be seen in the moon's light as rocks and loose dirt hopped and shuddered. It would not be long now.

His heart was hammering in his chest by now, the creature's glow was growing ever brighter. His eyes widened in horror as the monstrosity came into view at the far end of the path. The demonic-looking steed was a black Clydesdale with spectral-green flames flickering out from its hooves and mane. The rider was indeed headless, clothed in a black regency coat, black steel gauntlets, and flowing black cape. In the rider's right hand, its own head was held aloft with eyes glowing orange to light the path.

This was quite possibly one of the freakiest things Dean had seen in the past several months. It'd never top Hell or a Leviathan but it was pretty freakin' close to them on his list of "fucked up shit" he'd seen. He was suddenly beginning to wonder if he was making a terrible mistake with this venture. But still, he had to try.

He swallowed hard, his dry throat making the effort quite painful. He didn't take his sight off the Unseelie duo as he reached for his pistol. He squared his shoulders as he took up a stance in the middle of the path. He raised his weapon and lined up his shot, he aimed for the rider.

"Hey, Pumpkinhead! The name's Dean Winchester, come get me!" He snarled at the top of his lungs. He pulled back the trigger mere seconds after the command, reinforcing his sentiment. He grinned as the bullet slammed into the rider's shoulder. The few seconds unfolded as planned: the thing jerked back, the mount gave a ghastly whinny, and Dean took off hard down the path.

~*~z~*~

Sam stumbled to a halt in the sea of trees as a single gunshot rang out through the woods. His eyes widened in horror at the horrific, unearthly sound that followed it. His heart felt like it stopped and then was hammering in his chest just seconds later.

He knew that it took at least three shots to kill one of these things. But he had only heard one and now the hooves were thundering harder. A hundred terrifying scenarios were scrolling through his frantic mind. Each one ending in the death of his brother.

"Dean!" He screamed out into the darkness at top of his lungs as he began running as fast as he could towards the sound of the rider.

Though a bit lagging, he could hear the whip of Cas' coat as the angel tiredly chased after him. They were so close, they had to find Dean. He refused to let this dark monstrosity be the one that took his brother!

~*~z~*~

The sound of hooves was so strong in Dean’s ears that he couldn’t even hear the crunch of the road under his boots. But the vibrations reverberated heavily in his chest, bouncing against his thundering heart. The feeling was haunting.

His focus was tied entirely to the creature closing in on him. His lacking attention caused him to stumble. He gritted his teeth as he struggled to right himself and keep running.

As they continued down the path he looked to the trees at the side of the road. His eye caught sight of the reflective ribbon he had tied to the branches earlier. They were a marker, telling him they were half way to the ambush.

A light in the woods drew his attention. A familiar frightened call of his name made him stumble again. Terror for his brother’s safety started to over-ride all thought. A mistake he’d pay for.

The rider’s mount let out a monstrous sound behind him, it was so close. The clatter of bone sounded as something whipped through the air quickly. Dean was taken by surprise as the rider’s bone whip snapped around his arm, snaring him.

He let out a cry of pain as the rider yanked the whip back, which pulled Dean’s arm back as well. There was a painful pull at Dean’s shoulder at the rough movement but he quickly stumbled backwards to relieve some of the pressure. He gasped for breath as he looked back, seeing the haunted duo drawing near.

“Let him go!” Sam’s yelled angrily to his left before the sound of the shotgun rang out in the path’s clearing. The steed whinnied angrily as the shell impacted with the rider’s side. The rider’s arm jerked to the side, the movement releasing Dean from the whip’s hold.

The momentum and direction had Dean stumbling once more. The hard path was quickly coming to meet him. He was barely stopped as he was falling by a strong hand but his knees still collapsed and smashed into the ground.

Dazed, aching, and suffering from a slight case of whiplash Dean sluggishly looked up. His mind spun as his gaze fell on Cas’ stunning blue eyes. He swallowed hard as they glistened in the eerie light of the steed’s flames.

Cas said nothing but yanked hard on Dean’s jacket, forcefully moving him towards the cover of the woods. To their side, Sam sent off another shot at the monster on the path. A ghastly sound echoed out from the head the rider carried. They could hear galloping hooves skid on the loose dirt of the path as it tried to stop despite its velocity.

While it struggled with the issue of speed and movement, Sam and Cas dragged an exhausted Dean into the cover of the woods. They each had a hand on his jacket, urging him on as they ran through the vegetation. Their movement being thrown off as he suddenly pulled back, causing them all to tumble to the grass in a tangled heap.

All three lay there panting in pained fatigue. Despite the anger rising in Dean, it felt good to be laying atop of Cas again. Even if the situation was not ideal.

“What…” Dean started, gasping for breath, “…the hell are you two doing here?!” His voice was a tired snarl. Their rescue was ruining his plan.

“We came to save your sorry ass!” Sam snapped back, his worry escaping as aggression as he slapped Dean in the back of the head.

“No! You distracted me and ruined my plan!” Dean vehemently retorted as he huffed against Cas’ chest. His words had Sam leaning up on his elbows to glare at his brother.

“Plan?! That wasn’t a plan, that was you trying to get yourself killed while hunting, Dean!” Sam’s voice rose with his anger as he glared into his brother’s gaze, “Why the hell were you doing some stupid kamikaze hunt when we needed you home!” All of Sam’s pain and frustration from having to torture Gabriel with Lucifer’s horrific mating rituals finally manifested in Sam tackling Dean off of Cas.

“You have no idea what I’ve had to do in the past two days!” Sam sneered, tears in his eyes, as he pinned his brother under him, “Tell me why you left me! I needed your support, Dean! What was so important about hunting a freakin’ Dullahan rather than being there for your family?!”

“I did this for family, Sam!” Dean barked back, “I need that headless bastard to tell me how to get to the Unseelie court! I can’t lose Cas like you lost Gabriel to that fucked nightmare world in his head!” Sam froze, eyes widening as he stared down at his brother while the confession formed links to realization.

“You’re trying to destroy the rest of the flowers…” Sam whispered weakly as he searched his brother’s expression, finding truth there, “T-that’s why you picked a death messenger. B-because he would have a l-large amount of knowledge of the dark fairies.” Sam’s explanation and acceptance caused Dean’s body to relax under his little brother’s solid weight. He huffed softly and looked up pleadingly at Sam.

“S-sammy, please, I need to do this.” Dean’s hands came up and he desperately clung to Sam’s arms, “I-I need to save Cas before anything even happens!” Sam felt sick with fear for his brother.

“That’s what the map was. You’re trying to ambush it.”

“Yeah.” Dean swallowed determinedly, “Then I’m ganking both their asses once I get some answers.”

“Dean, p-please, let me help you.” Sam’s voice grew softer as he began to beg, heart tight when Dean shook his head.

“I can’t, Sammy. It’s too risky. I can’t risk that thing killing you.” Dean’s expression grew gentle as he rubbed Sam’s arm, “You’re finally in love again, Sam. I can’t let you lose that. That pipsqueak pain in the ass needs you.”

“But I need my big brother too.” Sam urged tiredly, hands squeezing weakly at Dean’s strong shoulders, “Let’s get this thing together: me, you, and Cas. We can survive anything as long as we have each other.” Dean stared up into his brother’s wet eyes. He saw the determination and confidence in his gaze. The look riled up his fighting spirit.

“Alright, Sammy.” Dean grinned, gripping Sam’s biceps confidently, “Let’s go get that son of a bitch!”

~*~z~*~

The sound of thunder had never really been an issue to Sam. Sure, it was unsettling, but it almost never made his heart pound and his body shake. Not like the dullahan’s thundering hooves were currently doing to him. He felt like a nervous wreck as he knelt on the sidelines of the path.

He felt uneasy and scared, which was nerve wracking in itself. It was a horrid sensation that he did not like feeling. He just wanted this stupid venture to be over. They were likely to get themselves all maimed or killed.

Sam took a shaky breath as he looked across the path to where Cas sat hidden in shadows. The angel looked over and caught his eyes, pure blue eyes glinting in the moonlight. There was something familiar and comfortingly warm in the stunning gaze of his friend. It helped to settle Sam’s frazzled nerves.

A whistle sounded through the air, just barely piercing above the sound of hooves. It was the signal from Dean. He and the monster were almost to them. It was just his and Cas’ job to trap the monster in the clearing once it chased Dean into it.

Sam looked down at the gold “rope” in his hands. It was one of three that Dean had designed. Sam had to admit that he was very impressed with Dean’s idea. All the linked jewelry would be very weak under normal circumstances but it might actually work correctly in terms of a dullahan.

Sam looked down the path in anticipation as he got into a crouch. He gritted his teeth against the hard vibrations shaking the earth below him. His stomach felt like it was churning uncomfortably as he waited. His eyes widened as he finally saw what he really didn’t want to.

Dean was making his way down the old dirt path, just barely. Sam uneasily watched his brother rush down the hard-packed path. His stomach churned at the sight of the monster charging after the older man. The thing was too close to Dean for comfort. Sam was panicking slightly, his nerves too wrecked from the week for this job.

Sam fought the urge to bolt from his place to rush to his brother. Staying still was agony but he pushed down his urges as he looked across the path over at Cas again. The glinting blue eyes of the angel gave him strength. He took a deep breath, settling as he waited for Dean.

Dean was having his own control issues that he was dealing with. His instincts were telling him to bolt off the trail to lose the horseman. But, he knew better, knew he had to keep running.

He huffed breathlessly as he spotted the last ribbon marker on one of the trees. Knowing Sammy and Cas were ready and waiting gave him new strength. He used it to push his body to the limit to stay ahead of the galloping steed.

He gritted his teeth and charged into the clearing. His knee almost gave out on him as he made a sliding dive to the side of the clearing into the warded trees. He just hoped that Sam and Cas blocked off the entrance.

The demonic-looking steed whinnied as its hooves skidded on the long grass covering the clearing's floor. The spectral flames of its fetlocks flared out as the massive beast reared up in anger. The rider expertly held to the reigns and stayed in his saddle as he turned about face to his opponents. The horse snorted ash, frothing acidic saliva dripping from its mouth.

Sam and Cas secured one of the gold chains to the forest floor. The commotion from the horse got their attention. Both stood, shotgun and angel blade at the ready. They met up with Dean on the clearing floor. The elder Winchester nodded to the younger and tossed him another length of gold "rope", which Sam caught easily.

"Listen up, Sleepy Hallow." Dean called out, taking a threatening step out towards the monster, "I want directions to the Unseelie court and you're gonna tell me or your passing ain't gonna fun." The boys had received numerous types of responses to their threats and demands over the years but this one was the most disturbing.

The rider straightened up in his saddle, it's body shuddering as laughter rung out through the clearing. The sound was dark and eerie, it shook them to their cores. It left the knees of the humans feeling weak but Cas just huffed in hostility. He stepped out in front of the brothers, grip tightening about his angel blade as he did so.

A Winchester stood to either side, fixing their 'ropes' into lassos. The boys' knees shook instinctively from the creature's laugh but stood their grounds to back up Cas. One way or another, they were getting answers tonight.

~*~z~*~

Gold burned against black steel as the earth shook with the rumble of combat. Rider and steed alike roared in fury as the golden chain looped around the horse's neck while the other caught the rider's wrist. Dean and Sam tried to pull the monsters in opposite directions but it didn't budge.

The horse let forth a dreadful sound as it reared up, throwing its head back. The quick movement yanked Dean off his sure footing. He stumbled forward as the mount made its move.

With Dean thrown off balance by its front, the evil horse kicked out its front hooves. The hunter let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned to a slightly choked cry of pain as the steed made contact. Dean's vision whited out for a second as the impact made a sickening crack fill the air as the hunter was shoved back hard. The all too familiar pain of a broken rib making it difficult to breathe as he hit the hard earth.

"Dean!" Sam cried out in concern and fear to his brother, starting to lose focus on the chain he was holding.

"I'm fine, Sam, get the horseman!" Dean snapped back, voice strangled with agony, as he pressed a hand to his injured ribs. He gritted his teeth while motioning for them to focus on the monster. They had been fighting it for what felt like hours but it was oddly good in close combat.

His brother's command shifted Sam's worried focus back to the grip he had on the rider's wrist. Cas took over Dean's place, gripping the chain around the mount's neck. The angel's other hand was wrapped around the end of the bone whip that the rider had lashed out at him with.

Dean breathed painfully as he climbed to his feet. He gasped weakly, arm pressed securely about his ribs as he steadied his footing. Fighting his pain, he trudged towards the group he had been knocked away from.

"Alright listen, Pal. I want answers." Dean growled out. He bent down and snatched up Cas’ blade from the grass as he passed it. He walked about the ghastly steed until he came into eye contact with the rider’s head where it rested, hanging from the steed’s hip by its hair. Dean glared into its cold, dead eyes as he mentally prepared himself to slip into a persona he hated.

“So, I am getting answers…” Dean stopped walking, standing stead strong and hard on his position in the grass. He glared as he brandished the long blade towards the rider’s rotting head, “…and I’m getting them tonight, one way or another.”

~*~Excerpt End~*~

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[geek-gem]

I might as well make this. Including was gonna make this as a reblog for the last well reblog. But it wouldn't make sense and I might be an annoyance.

Yet I wanted to say I fucking love this. But the idea and I know of the whole BJ is basically related to Doomguy thing. But when making this reblog I thought to myself and realized oh shit the people are saying this is fact.

But that reblog and just...I don't know. I've never played the Commander Keen games and also wanna say found out what those games are last night by looking on Wikipedia. It surprised me.

Yet it's the idea and I even thought and this is me being stupid and silly. I for some reason Keel from Quake Champions being Keen at first but I didn't realize the l.

So okay back to the point. It's the idea that this is basically and even beforehand this lineage of badasses. Including before that I even looked up the name Billy Blaze and turns out that's Keen. Along with looked up on the Doom wiki about the SNES instruction manual booklet and theirs no mention of the 2020's thing.

Including seeing that I remembered that's basically the time set I head canon the classic Doom games being in 2023 honestly.

Along with just...that post. Seriously made me think yeah I can see or whatever the Doomslayer is the same Doomguy from the classic games. Despite being confusing in some ways or....I'm not tagging this. Including remembered in 2095 in the 2016 game that's when the UAC was found I'm rambling folks

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Henrick, I may be stupid. I assumed Quake Ranger and Commander Keen aka William Blazkowics II were the same person because of similar titles and the Quake Champions cosmetics. Does Quake Ranger actually have an official spot on the family tree?

Ye he does! Him and Keen are not the same guy.

Unlike Commander Keen and B.J., he doesn't have that much of a in depth bloodline lore, but he is canonicaly confirmed to be one of Doomguy's grandfathers.

Since his name and last names are not mentioned whatsoever, the community assumes he is from Doomguy's mom part of the family and it stayed the same since...23 years maybe?

We will see with the next Quake if they are ever gonna update anything! Even if either way I don't consider the modern ID Software games universes as the same ones from retro ID Software.

In other news, Romero is making Sigil 2 for Doom and a Sigil...for Quake? So maybe that could give an explanation. Hopefully, lol