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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

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Thank you so much for responding! And as the official new -🍄 anon, I wanted to share another tidbit of thought that has been itching my brain for the kaiju au.😄

So! We already know that, like in the monster au, humans are very good at mimicking sounds and some can even use false vocal cords, change range, inflection, etc. at will! Now, given this information, I was thinking about how Yuu could use this to be an Absolute Menace!😂 Could you imagine, once Yuu figures out some sounds that the others freak out once they hear i.e. distressed sounds, the call for danger approaching, sound of a hatchling whining/crying, etc. and I am LIVING for the mental image of Crowley constantly running around like a chicken without a head becAUSE HIS FREAKING CHILD WON’T STOP TELLING HIM THAT THEY’RE DYING FROM A FRUIT STUCK IN THEIR LEG!!!!!! Idk, I’m also kinda imagining that even though Yuu is good at mimicking most of the sounds, they still don’t know how to string them together correctly to make a sentence that makes sense. Thus, a lot of very weird warning calls take place!😂 Do with this thought what you will! I have been laughing heartily at the scenarios I keep imagining!😂

Drink water, and stay healthy please!! P.S. you are my most checked blog.🥰💙

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This has got to be the most enthusiastic response I’ve gotten to a response I made! 😂 I’m glad I made your day as much as you made mine, 🍄 anon! :D And aww, most checked blog? I’m honored! QvQ

Oooh, yes yes yes! I absolutely adore mimicking menace Yuu!

The first week or so that Yuu would be spending living with these kaiju, you can bet that they’d be trying to teach Yuu how to communicate with them. In fact, that’s literally what Crowley was trying to do on the first day after unceremoniously adopting the tiny hooman!

Oh how chaotic it will get once Yuu overhears one of the other kaiju (*cough*Leona*cough*) grumble what essentially translates to “fuck you Crowley” and repeats the sounds to Nevermore. Poor Yuu has never seen any creature alive react so dramatically as though someone fired an arrow point blank into his heart after their attempt, let alone how Pridefang seemed to be laughing up a storm shortly afterwards! Imagine how confused Yuu was as they tried to figure out what they’d said…though it apparently wasn’t good if the look Crewelfang was giving them was any indication, let alone how pitifully Nevermore was squawking.

Here's a perfect rendition of how this happened and a slight spoiler behind our favorite lil’ monster~!

“Talking”—Kaiju

[“Talking”]—Yuu

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Crowley: “My child hates me!”

Crewel: “Calm down. They were only copying what they heard and didn’t even know what they were saying.”

Crowley: “After all the care and attention I gave them…I did everything right, and still they hate me!”

Crewel: “They’re human, Crowley—they understand us no better than we understand the squeaks and chitters they make.”

Crowley: “Ooh, the tragedy!”

Crewel: “Are you even listening to me?!”

Yuu: [“What the heck are they saying?”]

Grim: “Trust me, you’re better off not hearing this drama. It’s embarrassing!”

Yuu: [“Then again, it’s not like they even understand what I’m saying either, right?”]

Grim: “What am I, chopped liver?!”

Yuu: [“…if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you could understand me.”]

Grim: “What was your first clue? I’ve been talkin’ to ya the whole time, yer just not hearin’ what I’m sayin’!”

Crewel and Crowley: *stares*

Grim: “…what?”

Crewel: “…have you been able to understand what they’ve been saying this whole time?”

Grim: “Duh! Of course I have! Can’t you?”

Everyone else: “EH?!?”

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And thus, Grimfang became Yuu’s impromptu tutor on “Kaiju Language 101”! It was slow going as it took Yuu a bit to realize that he was trying to get them to copy him, but eventually they were able to mimic the sounds he made. It started off mostly basic given he wasn’t taking this as seriously…at first. But he eventually realized that this meant he was the “teacher” and—of course—got a little mischievous with some of the phrases he was teaching the newest member of the pack.

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Crewel: “How is the teaching coming along?”

Grim: “Great! Why don’t you show him, lil’ hench-human?”

Yuu: *pausing for a moment before yowling* “HALP!! Keep safe! Fruit mean!” [“…okay, I think…I said ‘let me go, I need to find home’…right?”]

Grim: “See? Aren’t I a genius?”

Crewel: “…I’m going to have to monitor these lessons of yours from now on.”

//

Now of course, you’d think that with Crewel guiding the lessons that things would go more smoothly…right? Well, it would be, but when the first year/youngest kaiju start coming into the picture, Yuu starts getting mixed messages in trying to mimic the new sounds they’re hearing. Yuu has their work cut out for them just trying to survive, now they’re having to try and keep the monsters happy by copying what they’re saying?!

And then, of course, we also wind up with misunderstandings on the other end as well. What’s a human to do when they’re tiny and their voice is small compared to the earth-rumbling growls and chirps of the kaiju? Why, scream, of course! Even if we wind up sounding like a broken squeaky toy, what better way to get the point across?

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Yuu: *thinks the kaiju can’t hear them properly and is trying to ask for help getting somewhere* “Help! Help! Help!”

Jack: “Why is the tiny human screaming? There’s no danger around here.”

Leona: “Someone get this little tick away from me. I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

Yuu: *looking frustrated* “Help help help! Big meanie jerk! Leave nest!” *thinking they’re asking Leona to go back to the nest and not realizing that they called Leona by Grim’s nickname for him and just told him to leave his territory*

Jack: “!!! Yuu, no!”

Leona: “Why you lil’-!"

Ruggie: *wheezing laughter* “Okay, I think someone’s a lil’ cranky. Come’er, kitten.”

Yuu: *climbs on top of Ruggie’s snout and yips again* “Nest! Home! Help home nest!”

Ruggie: “Hm…? Oh. Oh! You’re asking to go back to the nest where Crowley and Crewel are, aren’t you?”

Yuu: “Nest home! Leave for nest!”

Ruggie: “Ah, now I see! Shishishishi~! You need to work on your pronunciation there, squirt. You might just make the wrong lion grumpy!”

Leona: “Tell the teach to give the lil’ runt better lessons before someone squishes them. I’m goin’ back to sleep…”

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These are just some of the silly things that came to mind, though I’d honestly be tickled pink to hear more silly shenanigans like this that come to mind from you guys! XDD And don’t worry, I’ll be drinking plenty of water and making sure I stay healthy, so please do the same, 🍄 anon! UvU Looking forward to seeing more from you and everyone else that wants to share silly ideas or scenarios!

[maxtermind]

SCENE 1 :: YOU TORE ME RIGHT APART ↳ you were never not mine — carlos sainz ༉‧₊˚✧

★ : pairing :: carlos sainz x reader ★ : genre :: angst; fluff separated by a hidden emotional turmoil, carlos and y/n navigate the complexities of co-parenting their twins amidst the high-stakes f1 world. amidst paddock visits and personal healing, will they go further apart or find their way back to each other? ★ : a/n :: oh fuck okay here we go! let me know what you guys think so far <3 what are the theories!! ahhhhhh this is more introductory? but lots of drama nevertheless <3 please don't mention the diff twin pics, i'll start crying!

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[lightweaver-chosen-if]

MOODY.INK | DASHINGDON | FORUM NEWEST UPDATE (01/04/24)

You still remember it.

Burnt into the back of your eyelids like a scar.

The orphanage.

The cold, lifeless, barren gray walls. The creaky wooden floorboards that groaned and moaned in each step.

A place you used to call home.

But you escaped.

Perhaps in your new life at Launwyce Academy you could start anew, find a way to heal the invisible scars on your soul.

For now, all you can do is walk forward.

One step at a time.

Lightweaver: Chosen is an upcoming modern fantasy IF for 18+ players and older. Use of elemental powers is inspired by Avatar: The Legend of Aang/Korra.

A world where elemental deities share a fraction of their powers to their chosen, bringing upon the age of weavers; humans with the ability to manipulate the elements of their patron.

You have been chosen by a mysterious lightning deity—blessing you with the power to weave lightning. But with a troubled childhood haunting your every step, your new abilities present a double-edged sword.

The choices you make, the support you receive, and the inner strength you harness define your journey—a journey fraught with anguish, but one that promises a life outside Mother’s grasp.

Two divergent paths lay ahead.

Will you let yourself heal and grow, or will you fall deeper into the void?

Play as a touch-averse customizable MC with a troubled past, male or female.

Learn how to use your newfound lightning powers to its fullest potential. Anything’s possible if you’re smart enough!

Use your powers for good and be admired. Or use them to become a menace in society and be feared.

Participate in Launwyce’s many academy events and competitive tournaments. Show the weaving world what you’re made of.

A potential pet has also chosen you as its human; teach it a trick or two!

Shape your MC’s personality however you want. Certain choices also help shape the rest of your past.

How the MC deals with their trauma is entirely up to you.

Push away or make new relationships. Everyone has their own inner demons you can unveil.

Character-driven narrative and slow burn character development.

Eventually face the monster from your past, Mother.

3 different endings to branch into!

Luna/Leo Bancroft | 18 | Fire Weaver | Freshman | A’s childhood friend If MC is shorter than L, they’re shorter than all ROs

They were the first to notice you falling.

A warm and gentle soul. But there’s a certain air about them, the kind that makes them seem untouchable. It’s a type of muted cheer, one that carries the tension of maintaining a persona, but perhaps not a façade.

Despite their unusual aura, they’re attentive and smart, not to mention remarkably insightful.

Alice/Alec Langley | 18 | Water Weaver | Freshman | L’s childhood friend If MC is taller than A, they unlock height choices for J

They were the one who made sure you landed safely; and with flourish.

Behind their snark lies a certain vulnerability, hidden by a layer of frost and caution. You suspect that they wear the act like a mask; even if the flecks of passion flickering beneath the surface reveal a fiery heart.

They’re quick-witted and equally sharp-tongued. They never hesitate to speak their mind.

June/Juno Patel | 19 | Earth Weaver | Sophomore If MC is taller than J, they’re taller than all ROs

Ever present on their features is a stern expression; jaw set and eyes sharp. Even with little words uttered, they carry themself with confidence that demands respect.

Their intimidating presence often gives people pause, but those who dare meet them head-on will find a stubborn and proud spirit that refuses to yield.

Surprisingly, they’re easy to read, and it makes interacting with them oddly satisfying.

[christinesficrecs]

Anon asked:

Christine! Have you been reading any new Sterek fanfic lately? Do you have recs for fics posted or updated in the last year or so?

Here are the fics I’ve read recently. Some of them are new’ish. Also, check the fic rec friday tag for other great random fics. ❤️

The Lure of Gold by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 25.7K | WIP

Derek’s breath caught when he saw the gold flare in Stiles’ eyes.

There was something deeper in Stiles’ eyes than Derek had seen before—like the golden flicker of a lure, tempting a fish. And it nearly unnerved him.

Like the tale of the siren beckoning the sailor to the rocks, a fool hearted man who agreed too quickly to follow the sweet melody at the price of embracing death. Derek believed that to be a curse, once.

But would death greet such a foolish man if the siren truly wanted him?

and you are the only one, my everything by EvanesDust | 10.9K

Stiles is gay and in love with his best friend, Derek.

Derek is straight. He thought Stiles was, too, but then he walks in on Stiles with a guy and—holy shit!—maybe he's not so straight after all.

Stiles Stilinski's Epic Garage Band Experiment by DiscontentedWinter | 1.1K

“No,” says Dad when Stiles brings home the drum kit from the garage sale down the street. “No, no, no, no, no.”

I Wonder (Whatever Could It Be?) by MadcapRomantic | 10.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale works for the FBI. Intern Stiles Stilinski has moved departments twice, neither at his own request, and Derek is dreading dealing with him.

That is, until he gets a whiff of the kid...

Blindsided by AClosedFicIsNeverRead | 39.6K | Explicit

Derek exhaled tremulously and tried to stay calm. He called several more times, growing steadily more frantic each time, before allowing the truth to settle in: Stiles’ phone was off. “No. No, no, no, please, no,” Derek whispered to himself, barely able to see the screen through his tearful eyes. What had he done? Had he been so blinded by rage that he dismissed Stiles' call for help?

The Stilinski Method by Gia279 | 6.3K

In which Derek thinks he's in a meet cute, and Stiles thinks he's in a paranormal mystery. They're both smitten.

To Have Outlived the Night by stillane | 23.4K | Mature

Derek steps away from the window. “You helped me. They took that as a declaration.”

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 25.1K | Mature

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better.

Cookies, coffee and shut the fucupcakes by DropsOfAddiction | 26.2K | Explicit

“Ok. I’ve got a few shirts with me because I came here straight from work, but I think it’s going to be a tight fit. I know I’m not as skinny as I used to be but I’m not exactly the same hunky physique as you, oh grand macho werewolf,” Stiles shrugs.

Derek runs his eyes blatantly over Stiles’ chest.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Derek mutters, and he slams his mouth shut, teeth audibly clacking together, as if he really hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Stiles flushes but he heads upstairs to grab Derek a spare dark shirt. When he gets back to the kitchen, Derek’s already shed his dirty shirt and he’s helping himself to Stiles’ half empty mug of coffee, neck thrown back as he drinks.

Stiles literally looks to the heavens because he must have done something really good in a past life to be awarded with the sight of Derek Hale’s naked, very firm, slightly hairy torso parading around his dad’s kitchen before eleven in the morning.

Drinking his coffee. Stiles’ mouth had just been on that mug. Right where Derek’s mouth is.

By elementary school rules of dating (ie sharing a bottle, your mouth touching where someone else’s mouth was just touching, sharing cooties) they’re now married.

Fault Line by MadcapRomantic | 11.8K | Explicit

When Derek comes to, his head hurts.

No, hurts is the wrong word. It's not strong enough. His head feels like it's being split in two, down the middle. His ears are ringing, and his vision is blurred.

But despite it all, strong and crisp and clear, is the underlying scent of home, pack, and mate.

What It Takes To Not Be Broken by Whispering_Sumire | 17.4K | Mature

He's pretty sure Death is nipping at his heels at this point.

But he has to stay awake, has to keep Gerard away from Erica and Boyd, the two Betas still tied up with mountain ash and electricity on the other side of the room, and it looks like they're trying to scream through their duct-tape, still, but he can't hear it, not anymore.

The terrible, all-consuming, staticky silence had over taken him after about the third time Gerard's lackey- Ben, he thinks his name was- had stuck a military grade taser to his ear, a low enough voltage not to cause brain damage, he'd said, because the point of this was for him to talk.

it's obvious, you're oblivious by EvanesDust | 14.8K | Explicit

Derek’s new roommate is alpha bait but seems disinterested in everyone—especially Derek.

Stiles is suddenly popular, but can't seem to catch the interest of the only alpha he actually likes.

...or the one where Stiles and Derek get paired together in room assignments and are secretly in love with the other.

[misirosekisiro]

The Identity Swap Mystery

Roid open the Station's door, as first day as cops in new town. He hope a welcome gaze form everyone. But when he enter, he notice that every one was look at him in wonder.

Even he feel wried, He just forget about that and heading to Captain's room to report himself to duty.

Captain greeted him warmly, telling him how happy they were to finally have some help in the precinct. Then he introduce other officer, shake hands with them all. Afterward, he explain his duties to him. It seems simple enough, mostly desk work at beginning, helping out with investigations as needed. His first task was sorting through a stack of old files need to update records.

Roid ask Captain about why everyone look at him in wonder.

“Oh, did you see our latest guest? He shares quite a remarkable similarity with someone else around here...you might wanna check it out later.”  The captain chuckled lightheartedly before returning to reviewing case reports.

After finishing his paperwork, Roid went straight to visit Max, who has been held captive since the moment he arrived in the town. He wanted to know what had led to such a peculiar circumstance.

As he approached Max's cell, he couldn't believe his eyes – there sat a man who looked almost identical to him! He could feel his heart pounding, excitement filling him up.

"Hey," he said timidly upon entering the cell. "You must get this a lot."

Max raised an eyebrow in response, casting a glance at Roid, then smirking slightly. "Yep, I sure do," he replied mockingly.

"It's weird, isn't it?" There was something off about Max's tone and expressions—he seemed guarded yet eager to interact with Roid.

As hours passed, both men grew increasingly curious about their unexpected encounter. Roid started asking questions about Max's history, family, what state he has been so far. He try to connect a dot, Is he got a twin? butnothing fit. They talked further into the evening, discussing various aspects of their lives, finding common ground despite the superficial difference of appearance. As darkness enveloped the station, Roid felt reluctant to leave, not wanting to end this unique conversation prematurely. But he think, may he volunteer to bring Max to that State's prison. So he can talk with Max along the ways there.

So he decide to talk with Captain about this idea.

The Captain approve it immediately, seeing no reason to deny this unusual request.

During this ride, Roid asked many question about Max's crime, motives, plans etc., he want to understand fully about Max.

But Max being smart liar didn't give away much except the fact that he regretted getting caught. He claimed that he only tried to survive by doing whatever necessary. And also hinted he will make change once release again. These answer left Roid confused and fascinate more about this mysterious man sitting beside him.

On their journey to the state’s prison, they continued sharing stories about themselves, their backgrounds, and personal experiences. However, Max remained tight-lipped about specific details concerning his criminal activities. Nevertheless, the two shared moments of camaraderie, laughing together at times while reminiscing about their respective paths. As dusk fell, they pulled into a small diner near the border, feeling weary after days of driving.

They ordered food and took seats facing each other across the table. Their laughter echoed throughout the empty restaurant, drawing glances from patrons seated nearby.Despite growing tired, Roid felt drawn to continue the conversation with Max, driven by the thrill of understanding more about this extraordinary situation they shared.

Intrigued, Roid probed deeper into Max's life choices, attempting to discern the motivation behind his risky decisions. Despite these efforts, Max remained cryptic, leaving Roid bewildered but intensely engaged in learning more about him. As night descended outside, Roid decide to take a rest in Motel on small town ahead.

Royd asks to rent a room for one night. The hotel said there were only single rooms available. Roy hesitated, after all Max was a criminal.

Yet, he sensed a sense of brotherhood, having spent the entire trip talking intimately about their lives. He thought perhaps Max would appreciate company tonight, especially considering their strange bond. Besides, it wasn't completely safe for Max staying at the roadside motels. Roy figured it wouldn't hurt if he helped Max secure accommodation for the night.

"Guess we need to share bed tonight" Roid said.

"No problem" responded Max casually. Yet underneath this nonchalance, Roid noticed an underlying nervousness from Max. Perhaps because he had never imagined the possibility of ending up in a motel room, surrounded by strangers, alongside another person so similar to him. Still, as they lay side by side in the darkened room, the weight of loneliness lifted gradually from their shoulders. Inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly, they began drifting into slumber.

Sleep eluded Max. Restless, he tossed and turned beneath the thin blankets.

Meanwhile, unaware of Max's thought, Roid slipped into a deep sleep.

His body relaxed, releasing the pent-up stress accumulated from weeks of transition. Sliding effortlessly into dreamland, he encountered an ethereal landscape, rife with mystery and possibilities.

Max pretent to sleep,but he couldn't escape his own troubled thoughts. It's was time for his sinister schemes. His ambition fuelled him forward, emboldening him amidst fear and uncertainty. His determination knew no bounds; he sought solace in its iron clasp.

He mused upon the irony of fate bringing him face-to-face with his mirror image — a testament to his resourcefulness and adaptability in navigating the treacherous terrains of life.

Max contemplated his next moves. The journey to the state's prison provided ample opportunities for reflection and planning. The sound of Roid's snores reverberated softly , adding to the eerie atmosphere surrounding him. With each passing mile, the gap between reality and fantasy blurred further, as Max schemed his elaborate strategy for the future.

Roid lock Max's hands to bed's knob with handcuff. But he not even test that is it safe enough, or may he just trust in Max enough to laid on the bed, back to back with criminal.

It's was easy for Max to loose that bed's knob, and free himself, even both hands still on handcuff. Max turn his body to Roid's back. Roid now in just inner white t-shirt and tight blue brief.

He doesn't wear anything else. All his cops uniform and equipment place on the chair. He slowly move his arm around Roid's neck. Make sure it's not wake him. Another arm lock Roid arm to his chest. Move his body into a Roid's back. It's look like Max hug on Roid. But he slowly tighten his arm around Roid's neck. At firstRoid feels nothing odd about this. Then he awake and struggle. Max bring Roid bodycome on top of him. Bend his body up, make Roid struggle helplessly over his bend body. While struggle, Roid's ass wasgrinding down onto the crotch of his pants. Max's cock rock hard. feel so good while Roid body slowly stop moving.

Max pull his body above Roid's face. Look directly into Roid's eye. Show his cruel smile. Then press thumb and index fingers into Roid's right temple. Press harder until hear crack sound. Roid collapse on floor, losing consciousness completly.

Max carefully roll him onto his side to prevent suffocation. Glancing at his motionless form, Max takes pleasure in knowing he has successfully subdued his double. A grim smile forms on his lips, as he reflects on how easily he was able to deceive Roid.

Then he strip Roid form his white inner t-shirt and blue tight brief.

Max admire Roid's well sculptured body, smooth skin and perfect physical condition that came from years of intense training as a Cop. His hands traced the lines of muscles on Roid's arms, the curve of his abdominal area, the strength evident in his legs. This feeling of power surge through Max veins as he realized that Roid's body belonged to him now. But the time is short and he still need many thing to cover before Roid gain his conciousness.

First he take a key chain that Roid place at the chair, to free himself form handcuff. Then he use blanket to bound Roid, use is sock to gagged him.

Leave Roid lie in the middle of the cold floor, naked. Then Max dress himself in Roid's belongs. He start with Roid's brief. Max loves the way it fits him perfectly, showing off his assets. The fabric is soft against his skin, providing comfort and support.

As Max donned Roid's shirt, he could detect faint traces of his scent lingering within the fibres. The combination of sweat, soap, and masculine essence emitted a subtle yet distinct fragrance which filled Max with excitement. He savoured every moment, enjoying the sensations evoked by Roid's garments.

Then he pick up Roid's cops uniform shirt.Max's heart raced as he put it on. The material felt thick and heavy compared to his usual attire. Though initially bulky, it soon conformed to his figure. Then Roid's uniform pants,

they fit perfectly. The fabric was strong and durable, designed to endure long hours of duty without compromising comfort. They enveloped Max's lower half, accentuating his powerful thighs and calves. Each step he took seemed to amplify the authority bestowed upon him by the uniform.

Next, Max picked up Roid's sock.The worn fabric whispered tales of countless miles traversed and countless footsteps taken. Its odor was a mix of perspiration, dust, and leather – an olfactory symphony that spoke volumes about Roid's life as a law enforcer. Max held the sock close to his nose, breathing in the unique scent, allowing it to transport him mentally to places far beyond the confines of the motel room. After put Roid's sock, he move to Roid's shoe.

Max knows shoes can say a lot about someone, especially those who wore them daily. These boots looked like they've seen some action. They were worn, scratched, and covered in fine layers of dust. They were also surprisingly comfortable despite their age.

When Max stepped into Roid's shoes, he experienced a sudden shift in perspective. Everything changed—his posture, his bearing, his confidence. The transformation was instantaneous, as though he had been transformed into a different individual entirely. Donning Roid's uniform and accessories allowed Max to fully immerse himself in his role as the imposter cop.

Then he put all other equipment, most of them is attach to utilities belt also guns.

Max really enjoyed the feeling of being in control, wearing Roid’s full uniform. He started taking charge, feeling confident and authoritative. His walk became assertive, with each step carrying a hidden meaning known only to him.

As Max roamed the empty corridors of the building, he was reminded of the power and influence embedded within the badge affixed to his chest. And yet, he carried the weight of guilt, burdened by his dastardly scheme to usurp Roid's identity.

Without thinking twice, Max proceeded to execute his masterplan. He exit the room, Drive Roid's patrol car in to the town. People like Max know well where he can find something "Illigal"and "Dangerous". Soon he arrives at a seedy bar in town. As he steps inside, the smell of cheap alcohol, smoke, and sweaty bodies assaults his nostrils. Men lean against the walls, swaggering with bravado. Whispers float through the air, accompanied by the occasional slap of cards hitting the tabletop. Max maneuvered through the crowd, making sure to leave an impression of authority. Even in disguise, he was aware of the respect that the uniform commanded. He finally reached the bar counter, then ask the Bartender.

"I looking for "The Dealer" around here.", Bartender looking at him with distrustful eyes. Max know, these people not like a cops.

"No need to worried, I just want to buy a little trinkets he sell."

Max said, trying to appear nonthreatening while maintaining an air of authority. The bartender hesitated briefly, casting a suspicious glance at Max before muttering under his breath.

"Alright, follow me," he growled, pointing to a door in the corner of the dimly lit room. Max obediently followed the bartender through the darkened passageway.

Entering a small room illuminated by a single bare lightbulb, Max saw stacks of crates lining the walls.

There was a musty smell in the air, mingling with hints of spices, liquor, and stale cigarette smoke. Sitting on a rickety wooden chair sat the infamous drug dealer, He seem relax in the softchaise longue.

"Hey officer, whatcha need?" the dealer asked casually, breaking the silence.

"Your trinkets, a pill that will take aways people's memory.... forever"

Max responded with a sinister grin, concealing his true intentions. The drug dealer nodded, gesturing for Max to join him on the chaise longue across from his position.

Settling into the plush seat, Max couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in his own voice, fueled by the desperation he felt. The drug dealer smiled warmly at Max, displaying his knowledge of human nature.

"So you got a big problem you need solved?

Need someone memory erased permanently?" the dealer continued with a knowing smile. Max nodded gravely, his gaze fixated on the dealer, never wavering once. Trust is essential in such transactions, and Max knew he needed to convey utmost seriousness if he wanted to succeed.

The drug dealer rose gracefully from his recliner, signaling to Max to follow him. Moving stealthily amidst the labyrinth of boxes and containers, the duo eventually emerged into a large storage room teeming with various illegal substances.

Intricate patterns adorned numerous bottles containing mysterious potions, while rows of barrels brimming with exotic plants hinted at the diversity of items available for purchase.

Under the watchful eye of the dealer, Max navigated the treacherous terrain with caution, searching for the specific container holding the elusive memory-destroying drug. With each meticulously chosen word and gesture, Max displayed a sense of familiarity with the environment, further solidifying his claim to legitimacy.

However, his heart beat rapidly in anticipation of success, fearing discovery at any second. Yet, the dealer appeared unfazed, amused perhaps by the unfolding events.

The dealer pointed out a tall, narrow cabinet housing several shelves stocked with a myriad of substances. It took Max several moments to locate the precise container nestled among its neighbours, ensconced in a dense shroud of darkness. With careful precision, he removed the stopper, revealing the coveted liquid contained therein.

Clutching the vial tightly, Max allowed his anticipation to bubble forth as he regarded the contents thoughtfully. Glancing at the drug dealer, he gave a solemn nod, expressing his commitment to seeing this task through.

"You know this one is not cheap"

the drug dealer warns, giving Max a chance to reconsider his decision.

But Max is persistent. "Price doesn't matter", he says firmly, his determination evident in his voice.

The dealer raised a brow, impressed by Max's tenacity. Gauging that Max wasn't going to change his mind, he accepted the transaction as a fait accompli.

"What's your payment method?" the dealer asked casually, testing Max's trustworthiness. Max didn't flinch.

Instead, he pulled out two wads of cash from his pocket, carefully counting the notes to ensure an appropriate amount was present. In response, the dealer's face betrayed surprise and admiration, recognizing Max's resourcefulness. This signified a level of respect between them, adding depth to their interaction.

As Max handed over the money, both men stood there, silent yet intensely aware of the significance of the exchange occurring. Despite the risk involved, neither party showed signs of nervousness or doubt regarding the outcome.

Max leave that place, head back to motel.

Back at the motel, Max prepares for his final act. Unwrapping the precious vial, he takes out a hypodermic needle, filling it with the memory-destroying serum. Holding the syringe steady, he injects the substance directly into Roid's arm. The needle pierces the skin effortlessly, drawing blood.

Max watches intently as the crimson fluid begins to mix with the potion, forming a viscous concoction within the syringe. Steady hands guide the needle deeper into Roid's veins, pushing aside resistance until it reaches the target.

Injecting the poisonous brew, Max watched closely as Roid winced slightly, indicating successful penetration. Once the deed was done, Max released a long sigh of relief, having crossed another hurdle in his elaborate plan. But now came the difficult part: implementing the rest of his schemes without arousing suspicion.

He bring up theReferral document form Roid's backpack,pen in hand ready to edit.First, he altered Roid's personal information, changing it to match his own. Then, with deliberate care, he switched their fingerprints – a crucial aspect of the forgery.

Max's dexterous fingers moved swiftly, creating the perfect forgeries. Finally, he replaced Roid's signature with his own, signing off on the paperwork as if nothing was amiss. He knew how important attention to detail would prove critical in executing his grand design.

After ensuring everything was neatly arranged and securely fastened, Max settled onto the bed, allowing exhaustion to envelop him momentarily. However, sleep remained evasive due to the sheer magnitude of his undertaking. He watch at Roid who still naked, unconcious.

"I need to help "Max" dress in "his" prisoner's jumpsuit, make him ready for tomorrow's travel" Max said in devish smile.

Roid's body lay motionless on the bed, unaware of the transformation taking place. Max approached him slowly, his eyes glinting with malice. His lips curved into a cruel grin as he surveyed the vulnerable figure lying before him. He start to dress Roid in his underwear, Orange prisoner jumpsuit, sock, shoes. Now when all transform complete. Now both was switch their fate. One who was a rookie cops, now going to be jailed in state prison. An Escapee who run into is doppelganger, now going to live as his too navite officer. Then Max feel relief, he sleep in full dress uniform, lock Roid with handcuff to table.

Wake up early morning, pack necessary documents, wear fully dressed and prepare himself to leave. At the same time, he check on Roid.

Roid wake up in blank head, he can't remember anything.

Why he wearing orange suit, why he locked cuff to table, and most frighteningly, why did he have no memory?. Confusion swirled in his mind like storm clouds gathering over the horizon. Was it really possible that someone had somehow managed to mess with his mind, causing him to lose track of reality itself?

These questions consumed him, consuming his thoughts until they became obsessions that bordered on madness. Panicked, Roid tried recalling fragments of memories from the previous evening.

"Yo, friend, you finally awake right, Max" Max who now identify himself as Roid said.

"Max? Is that my name?" Roid who lost his memory asked.

"How did I end up here? Why am I wearing this suit?"

Max explained calmly, his voice laced with hidden malevolence. "You were in some trouble last night, kiddo." He leaned closer, his tone becoming more ominous. "Remember you telling me about your prison breakout plan? Well, it turns out things went south—you ended up getting arrested."

Roid shook his head in disbelief, trying to piece together the puzzle pieces of his muddled memories. but he can't recall anything.

"Why I can't remember anything..."

Max smirked sardonically, his dark eyes sparkling with evil mirth. "That's sound bad.," he told Roid softly, the sinister undertone lacing his every syllable. "It may result form the drugs you used, it's happen to many people who take drugs for long time. It's can make you totally forget your past. Any ways Max, you need to stand up. we still have long ways to go. "

Get up," commanded Max, gesturing for Roid to rise. Roid struggled to comply, his legs trembling beneath him. Stumbling clumsily, he made his way to his feet. "Good lad," applauded Max, flashing a devious grin.

His triumphant mood began to shift as Roid grappled helplessly against the forceful currents of confusion. Closing the distance between them, Max towered above Roid, radiating a palpable air of power and dominance.

"Where to?"

Roy asks hesitantly. He could hardly believe what Max/himself has just shared with him, feeling completely thrown off balance. How could he have been caught and sentenced already? And why couldn't he remember anything that happened prior to being locked up in this cell? These were just some of the many questions plaguing his mind.

Seeing Roy struggling to process these revelations, Max offered to give him some answers. "Now we've got quite a journey ahead of us, buddy. We need to bring you to state's prisoner where you escape several days ago."

Max explains patiently, his tone suggesting a certain satisfaction derived from manipulating Roid. Though Roid's memories might be hazy, his instinctual fear kicks in upon hearing those words. He felt an uneasy sense of déjà vu washing over him again as he realized he was once again trapped in the very situation he had tried to flee only hours earlier.

With his mouth parched and filled with anxiety, Roid pleaded, "Can't you just release me here?

I don't want to return to the prison! There must be some mistake!" Although his reasoning seemed valid enough, the truth remained elusive, shrouded beneath layers of subterfuge and lies.

Max shrugged dismissively, casting away Roid's request with nonchalance. "Oh come on, man! Don't play dumb," he chided, feigning frustration. "There isn't any mistake.

You're indeed a fugitive wanted for breaking out of prison," replied Max coolly, his eyes hardening as he continued. "it seems reasonable that I should escort you back there. Besides, it wouldn't look good for either of us if I simply dropped you off somewhere else." He paused briefly, studying Roid's confused countenance.

This news served as a shockwave hitting Royd squarely, leaving him stunned.

He could barely register Max's impassioned ramblings, feeling increasingly desperate to understand the gravity of his predicament. As their car sped through the quiet streets of town, Royd scanned his surroundings, hoping for clues to explain his sudden turn of events. The wind whistled eerily outside, its cold breath cutting through the air and amplifying his mounting dread. Surrounded by darkness, Royd stewed in his helplessness.

During this travel, Max act as Roid, Explain his (Max) crime, fill the gap in the Roid's blank memory.

On the road trip, they stop in small towns for gasoline breaks, food, and occasional bathroom stops. Each encounter offers opportunities for Roid to delve further into his new identity, growing accustomed to acting as Max. Despite his initial skepticism, Roid starts adopting Max's mannerisms and speech patterns, immersing himself in his persona gradually.

In the evening, they finally arrive their destination. A state's prison.

They enter the building after walking through its imposing gates. Their footsteps echo loudly inside the stone hallways. Everywhere around them, prisoners mill about aimlessly, moving in a collective dance of despair and confinement. With each step taken forward, Roid feels his heart pounding harder, a sickening sensation welling up in his throat.

As they approach the cells housing high-risk criminals, guards scrutinize their movements with fierce intensity. They exchange brief glances, nodding approvingly at Max's confident posture.

After presenting identification papers, they allow them entry into the secured area. Guiding Roid through the maze of steel bars and concrete walls, Max leads him deeper into the bowels of the facility. The oppressive weight of history hangs heavy in the air, the atmosphere thick with the misery of captives and the knowledge that their future will likely consist of relentless monotony punctuated by moments of terror.

The harsh fluorescent lights cast stark shadows across the bleak landscape, highlighting the menacing barricades separating the living from freedom.

Then he seehead warden, and 2 officer waiting for them.

"Hello Officer, we have arrived according to schedule. Here's our suspect", announced Max introducing Roid.

Head Warden inspected Roid carefully, checking his face features, height. After few minutes observation he do widen smile, he says, "Yes, That is Max our escapee. I can confirm his identity." He recive a referal document form Roid (Max) without open it.

Head Warden signed paper, handed over to guard officer for processing. "Thank you for bringing our escaped prisoner safely. I hope this doesn't affect your work negatively". Said Max showing a respectful gesture while receiving a pat on shoulder. "Of course, sir. We appreciate your dedication to upholding justice.", he responded. Inwardly however, he seethed with jealousy and contempt, acknowledging how easily Max had outmaneuvered him – yet again.

"Anyways, i notice that both of your appearence is seem identical. Are you relate to Max in some ways? his twin?"

Max raised an eyebrow, playing innocently. But deep within his soul, a sinister laughter threatened to erupt. He knew precisely what Head Warden meant, and delighted in exploiting this opportunity to manipulate the naïve rookie. "Well, it's actually quite peculiar. When we met yesterday, I noticed something odd about our faces. His twitched slightly, suppressing a knowing smirk.

"But after we discuss, it's seem just a coincidence. So no we are not twin."

A faint hint of disappointment lingered in Max's tone, though he quickly reined it in, maintaining his composure. He didn't expect this coincidental meeting would lead to such interesting possibilities, but alas, reality always intervened. Nonetheless, Max couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he envisioned the potential chaos and havoc he could inflict under Roid's skin. For now, he'd merely content himself with the thrill of having temporarily captured control of Roid's life.

"Ah, I see. " Head wardenexpressed understanding.

"But I still feel that we must have some relation between us. So i volunteer to drive him here in personal. "

Said Max act as Roid. Having learned about Max's tragic background and his unfortunate predicament, Roid couldn't resist extending a helping hand. Little did he know the web of deceit and treachery awaiting him. Max accepted Roid's offer with a calculated grimace, appreciating the unexpected favor. Yet, hidden behind his facade of gratitude lay a sinister motive.

"Ah that is verykind of you Officer..." said Head warden.

"So i guess it's time for me to back to my duty." Max said. he look at Roid who now is Max. " Hope we will meet again after you got released, friend. I'm willing to help one who like my twin." Max as Roid act as so native guy.

Then Max (as Roid) leave the prison. Roid (as Max) was bring to a doctor to check hisAmnesia syntomps. Doctor also agree that this may come form drugs he use for a long time. take damage to his brain. It's may or may not recover. Roid was bring to his cell. Sometimes in his dream. He was a cops, new cops. He was so excite for his first day. He go in to a station. then got planty of eye balls looking at him. behind that, in the iron bar, a shadow standing and laughing until he's awake, body was soak with sweat.

The taste of defeat coated his tongue like bitter wine. But he can't explain about that feeling. also that wried dream. He was a criminal for all of his life. Never be a cops. he sigh, May Max, himself want to be a cops?

His eyes traced the dim outline of the ceiling, lost in thought. Then again, perhaps it wasn't about becoming a cop, but rather the desire to experience the thrilling sense of power and control that came with being one. Max, despite being a criminal, was undeniably charming and persuasive. Could these qualities somehow be channelled positively instead? He closed his eyes, trying to imagine himself taking down wrongdoers alongside his fellow officers.

Roid (Max in disguised), waking toward a station. he finish his job to take Max (Real Roid) to the state's Prisons. Now going back to duty.

With a somber glance at his own reflection in the mirror, Roid donned his uniform once more. Gripping the handlebars firmly, he rode towards the police station. Even amidst the swirling uncertainty clouding his existence, he felt compelled to continue serving his community. Perhaps his newfound resolve stemmed from empathy for those caught in Max's web of destruction, seeking solace in protecting others from harm. Or maybe, the idea of proving himself held greater importance than mere survival.

Maybe, deep down, there existed a yearning to demonstrate courage in the face of adversity. Whatever the reason, Roid's determination seemed only bolstered by his recent experiences. Convinced of his moral responsibility, he made a solemn vow to right the wrongs wrought upon him and restore order to his world. However, little did he realize that the storm brewing beneath the surface far exceeded anything he could ever comprehend.

Meanwhile, Max continued to revel in his newly acquired status, crafting elaborate schemes designed to further entangle Roid in his web of intrigue.

Under cover of darkness, he scoured Roid's home, piecing together fragments of information left scattered among his belongings. As he studied the layout of the house, Max marvelled at the ease with which he managed to blend in, assuming the role of the trustworthy cop. Stealthily tiptoeing through the rooms, he rifled through private documents, memorabilia, and family photographs.

Each item served as a piece of the puzzle, allowing Max to paint a portrait of Roid's life. Satisfied with his progress, Max prepared to make good on his intention to assume Roid's identity permanently.

He now rest on Roid's bed,

touching his soft blanket. Smelling fresh air coming from window. He remember his cell in the prison full of cold wind, noise from other prisoners moans, clanking sound from metal bars. These reminded him of pain, suffering. Right now, he enjoy peace, comfortability. Life might be hard, cruel sometimes. But he has ambition, talent, and resourcefulness enough to change his fate. Even it's sacrifice Roid who was his innocence's doppelganger. But it's no turning back. He love Roid's life and he will not

go back to his old self. His heart race faster, pulse beat quicker. With every passing moment, he grows increasingly comfortable in Roid's shoes. It seems almost effortless, as if he were born to inhabit this persona. The ironic fact was that Max never really belonged anywhere else. Despite the countless crimes he committed, he craved stability and belonging—those things which Roid represented. And yet, paradoxically, it was also within this role that Max sought to corrupt everything Roid stood for.

The alluring promise of absolute power and influence, the ability to shape events as they unfolded, tempted him beyond measure. Though it required subversion and betrayal, Max was resolute in pursuing the path laid before him. He put himself sleep under warm blanket. and lost to dream land.

That night, In Captain's office. Email notice was rang.

Captain sit up straight in his chair, eyes glued to computer screen. Reading news from prision about Max's transferring to another state's prison successfully. Few hours ago. There was relief and satisfaction in captain's gaze. Max's transfer means he won't cause trouble anymore. Everything should return to normal now.

Captain leaned back against his chair, crossing arms across chest. Relief flowed through him, replacing lingering anxiety with a sense of accomplishment. Finally, he wouldn't need to worry about dealing with Max and his antics anymore.

Then another mail notice rang.

Captain looked up from his desk, surprised. Reading email, his brow furrows deeply. That email sent by anynomous, no subject and content. only 1 video clips. He open it. In that clip show Roid, his new rescruit, buying a vial form a man who look suspicious. Date of video show, the day during Roid bring Max to state prison. Just that, no more clue.

Suspicion rose inside Captain, molding into a tight knot within his chest. He don't know what is this clip about. What happen that day, varius question was raise

his head. Who's that man?, is he sell illegal drug?, why Roid bought it? If Roid involved in crime or not?. Maybe he misjudgment Roid earlier, thinking him honest officer. His palms start to sweat as the implications dawned on him. How many times had he dismissed signs pointing to malfeasance? Would Roid become another statistic on his watch, another corrupted cop succumbing to vice?

[linuxgamenews]

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Riddle Me Bunny 1st Trailer

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And that’s not all — more characters will be revealed soon, so stay tuned! Don’t forget to add Riddle Me Bunny to your Steam Wishlist to stay updated on its release. This is one Linux adventure game you won’t want to miss, which is also coming to Windows PC.

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[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 24

I do not know why I thought to get an appontment everyday after work. But am I glad just two more and then two weeks of vacations. And then I can try and post daily and have to keep writing.

Masterlist

Chapter 24: Digging deeper

Gala Ta, the Kaminoan scientist, approached Lama Su's office with a stack of reports in his arms. He knew that finding the mother of Orion was of utmost importance to their research, and he had meticulously combed through the squad's mission reports for any clues.

Upon entering Lama Su's office, he greeted the Prime Minister and began his report. "I have compiled two lists, Prime Minister," Gala Ta explained, "The first list contains women whom the squad encountered briefly during their missions, but there is no substantial evidence to suggest that any of them could be Orion's mother. They were merely incidental interactions." Gala Ta then presented the second list, which consisted of women with whom the squad had more significant interactions during missions. "These women appear in multiple reports, indicating that they had ongoing relationships or collaborations with Clone Force 99," he continued. "However, I must stress that despite the frequency of their encounters, we still lack concrete evidence to identify any of them as Orion's mother."

Lama Su studied the lists carefully, realizing that this task was more complex than he had initially anticipated. He sighed and nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Continue your investigation, Gala Ta," he ordered. "We must ascertain the identity of Orion's mother, even if it means delving deeper into the squad's past missions and encounters." Gala Ta nodded and left Lama Su's office, determined to uncover the truth behind Orion's mysterious parentage. The quest to find the mother was becoming more intricate with each passing day, and the Kaminoans were prepared to go to great lengths to solve the puzzle.

After a while Gala Ta returned to Lama Su's office, a sense of determination in his demeanour. The Prime Minister had provided clear instructions to narrow down the list of potential candidates who could be Orion's mother based on the timeframe of the infant's conception. "Prime Minister," Gala Ta began, "I will commence the process of eliminating names from the list based on the timeframe. We'll consider the months leading up to Orion's birth, taking into account the possibility of a variable-length pregnancy." Gala Ta wondered why he did not make that connection for his search, but Lama Su is for a reason the leader. Lama Su nodded in agreement. "This is a crucial step, Gala Ta. The sooner we narrow down the list, the closer we come to identifying Orion's mother."

Over the next several days, Gala Ta meticulously reviewed the mission reports, cross-referencing the dates of interactions with women against the calculated conception window. The list began to shrink as names were removed, leaving only those whose encounters with Clone Force 99 aligned with the critical time period. As the list grew shorter, Gala Ta couldn't help but feel a growing sense of urgency. The answer to the mystery of Orion's parentage was tantalizingly close, and the Kaminoans were determined to uncover it, no matter how many reports they had to sift through or how many names they had to eliminate.

Finally, Gala Ta presented the updated, condensed list to Lama Su. "Prime Minister, we have reduced the list to those women whose interactions with the squad align with the timeframe of Orion's conception. These are the most likely candidates to be his mother." Lama Su took the list and studied it carefully. The next steps in their quest to identify Orion's mother were now more focused than ever. The Kaminoans were ready to delve deeper into these women's backgrounds, seeking any information that could lead them to the truth.

As Lama Su reviewed the list of potential candidates, his sharp eyes settled on the name Amanda Pacem, a Jedi Healer. It was clear that their interactions with her had ceased a few months prior to Orion's birth, suggesting that she might not be the mother. However, there was a mention of an interaction with her again about three months ago, raising some questions. As Tech would clearly not keep interacting with her to keep her identity safe. And Amanda Pacem is a Jedi after all.

Turning to Gala Ta, the Prime Minister asked, "What can you tell me about Amanda Pacem, Gala Ta? The fact that they interacted with her recently suggests some level of ongoing contact." Gala Ta glanced his data pad and replied, "Amanda Pacem is indeed a Jedi Healer. While they did cease direct contact with Clone Force 99 some months before Orion's birth, there was a recent interaction mentioned in the reports. This could indicate continued communication, though the nature of that interaction was to assist with a Separatist blockade. As she was relocated to Callo with her assigned Padawan before the birth of Orion."

Lama Su considered the information carefully. "It's possible that Amanda Pacem is not the mother, especially if she has been assigned to another Jedi Temple. However, I would like to keep her on our radar. Tech's silence on the matter suggests that the mother may not be involved in Orion's life, but we can't rule out any possibilities just yet." With that, Amanda Pacem remained on the list, but the Kaminoans understood that further investigation was necessary to confirm her involvement or rule her out as Orion's mother. The mystery persisted, and the Kaminoans were determined to unravel it. As unlikely it is that a Jedi could be the mother, they have to be sure. Orion could hold some genetic potential for future clones.

Chapter 25

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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[writingsofwesteros]

DEADWOOD

A town not known to many and the mystery that surrounds it only grows deeper with each step you take.

WELCOME TO DEADWOOD

The missing posters and flickering population sign welcomes you as the hypnotic atmosphere tightens around you.

-- CHARACTER LIST --

-- CHAPTER LIST --

-- VISUALS --

-- LOCATIONS-- Mayor house, police station, hotel, bar, college, whore house, dinner

** To be updated & Link will be on the masterlist **

[shallliveoninsong]

◇ Alright, I keep putting this off and I know I'll keep doing so until I force myself so here we are my thoughts and criticisms of Penacony as a whole. Spoilers for content from 2.0 to now are below.

Overall I enjoyed playing it. It was not by any means a bad part of the game. The new puzzles were interesting even if some of them frustrated me, they were something new and neat. The theming and setting were great, (hello hospitality industry rep thank you). The maps were far more varied and bigger yet didn't feel empty, there were tons of things to explore in each but not to the point of it being tedious padding. It felt like there was love and interesting details in every set piece. The trippy dreamscape parts of the were very neat too.

But overall I'm just kinda left... feeling like Penacony didn't live up to it's own potential. 2.0 and 2.1 set up so many things, they introduced a shit ton of new characters and it was great, it felt like it was creating this elaborate chess game between all the different factions that were there- the Express, the different branches of the Family, Sparkle/the Masked Fools, Acheron, the IPC, Firefly/the Stelleron hunters, and the mystery of the old Nameless.

And yet in the end, barely any of this was explored past a relatively surface level for some and just a few cutscenes for others telling us stuff but in an exposition dump.

It feels frustrating because I know how great it could have been if everything was given more time to breathe and we actually got to know the characters and grow to care about them in their debut. What confounds me is that they really did this well for the most part with Aventurine, 2.1 was honestly the Aventurine Update ™ and while I have some criticisms that it got a bit exposition-dumpy at parts and didn't loop back together to the main plot and with what the rest of the characters were doing at least it made me care? I got to know him beyond just a few things? So with how much time they put into that I don't think I'm wrong in having expected them to have done that with everyone?? Especially with the new POV change segments. It gives us an opportunity to explore characters deeper without the Express crew being involved. But sans Aventurine whenever we did a POV switch was mostly to just walk around and talk to some people and not any actual gameplay (combat OR puzzles).

There are so many more questions about Acheron, Gallager, Misha, Sunday, Robin, and the rest of the family and yet? We just don't really get much that's not vague or only lightly explored.

And sure, there is also the extended content (animated shorts, character trailers etc) and while I DO watch those and follow the star rail socials you shouldn't have to in order to care about the characters. They should make their splash in their debut of the game, not a word of god making you care about them only post-mortem.

I DO like the message and themes it seems like it was trying to say, how yes life is imperfect and full of pain but blindly existing in a sweet dream isn't the answer, people need freedom to truly experience life. And that it's not that nothing we do matters, it's the meaning we make from it even if we are all going to die one day/get engulfed by the nihility. The trailblazing journey never-ending is also was a nice theme.

But again both of these are moreso just told to us after the fact. The 3 Trailblazers are only brought up again in the update before the last one and aside from Mikhal we really didn't get to know what they were like all that much. At least the guard guy Acheron was doing the favor for we got a bit more of but the lady researcher we only got that one NPC who looked up to her talking about her and that's it. So it lessens the impact of seeing Misha pass on and Gallager's goodbye too. Because we never got to truly know these people before their stories were being wrapped up in a bow real quick.

Obligatory I'm sure the game industry has a lot to do with why the final product came out the way it did so of course I'm not going to just say I think the story ended up like this because of laziness or anything, but it just makes me sad for what could have been. The sad goodbyes could have hit so much harder, the hopeful message of the future however imperfect it may be could have been more uplifting, I could have been really worried for everyone making it out alive but for me anyway, it was lacking a lot.

This isn't to say Belebog or Luofu arc was perfect of course, they had their own issues too but they felt like they had far more cohesion and steadiness throughout than Penacony did.

If Penacony had been treated more as a fun romp through the Dreamscape I think I wouldn't have as much disappointment, but it wasn't? It was treated as this big event that could impact the whole universe? It really seemed like Black Swan and Acheron were going to have pivotal roles in shattering the utopia the Family were trying to keep but we really don't even see most of the Family?

Again, a lot of this could have been fixed by just... letting things breathe more? Giving more time to characters and fewer exposition dumps. Like I felt more emotions during the Drinkmaker event story with Sioban even though that plotline was far more straightforward it gave time to all the monsters and Sioban to get to really connect with them.

But ye, I have other gripes but also other praises but I need to stop this ramble at some point so here it is.

[reaperbabegaming]

When the Night Comes Game Review

Reviews can contain a few spoilers. Heavy, in-depth spoilers will have a warning. All opinions are my own and I have not been paid to do this review.

Dev Team - Lunaris Games Romance Routes - 6 individual and 2 polyamorous routes Rating - M17 Available On - Windows, Linux, Mac Price - $12.99

Overall Rating 5/5

Summary (retrieved from Lunaris Games website)

When The Night Comes is a queer, narrative-driven, supernatural visual novel originally released for free over a year from October 2018 - November 2019. When The Night Comes: The ReVamp is set to release in late Spring 2021 and will be a definitive version of the original game with a number of improvements, including voice acting and updated UI and artwork. 

Play as a renowned Hunter; a creature slayer who has been called to the quiet, strange little town of Lunaris to assist the local Enforcers with an investigation into a series of unsettling and unexplained supernatural murders. Immerse yourself in the world of witches, vampires, demons and lycans as you slowly unravel the dark mystery that lies deep within the roots of the town.

The question is, are the creatures of the night the ones you should really be afraid of? 

A story of finding a home and a family in the most unlikely of places, and a lesson in learning to bare your teeth at your maker.

Reaper Review

When the Night Comes was a game that I had no intention on loving. I was dipping my toes into playing dating sims/otomes on stream and I really liked the art style so I decided to play it and it was the best decision of my life.

The city of Lunaris is cursed by an unknown creature, leaving its citizens living in fear whenever night falls, especially every few days when the beast habitually hunts. 

You play as a Hunter (fitting huh?), called in by the Lunaris Hunter team to help them put an end to the attacks. With customizable name and pronoun options, you’re slowly introduced to the main cast who are primarily all your romance options. 

CAST (in order of appearance):

Ezra (VA - Adam Faison) He/Him : The local witch with kind eyes and a heart to match.

Finn (VA - Gideon Emery) He/Him : Vampire clan leader whose comments made me blush on more than one occasion.

Augustus (VA - Jonah Scott) They/Them : Major General of the Hunters and one of my all time favorite romances.

Piper (VA - Ione Butler) She/Her : Fellow Hunter with the cutest laugh and loyal to her comrades to a fault.

Alkar (VA - Jalen K. Cassell) He/Him : Resident mischievous Lycan who honestly shouldn’t have as bad of a reputation as he does.

Omen (VA - Chris Patton) He/Him : Cinnamon Bun of a demon who is too good for this world.

Throughout the game you meet side characters, work with the main cast, and investigate as much as you can about the creature that stalks the town. While it is an otome, the level of mystery in the game about the investigation and deaths is quite high and I found myself falling deeper into the story that when the big reveal came I was overcome with emotion. You find out just as much about the MC as you do about your companions and the mystery of the town.

One thing I appreciated was that there is no split between romance and story either, but rather the romances add to it, showing in their own ways how they grow to care about you and your wellbeing as the MC. The characters also have moments with each other, not just in the polyamory routes but in friendships and when you learn about their intricate backstories with one another. The banter between them all is on another level and I’m especially fond of the end of the game when all of the main cast come together in one big plan to find the beast and destroy it for good. Nothing annoys me more than being engrossed in a story only to be then thrown into lovey-dovey mode (and don’t get me wrong I love lovey-dovey mode). 

Other things to note:

There is a festival scene which you can explore and spend time with your LI with a beautiful CG (a special full-screen static image) at the end of the moment that I just wanted to stay in forever.

Clear heart icon for dialogue options that are explicitly for romancing a character. So if you don’t want to romance anyone you can easily do it or on the other hand if you want to lock in a romance you don’t have to stress about what to say.

All of the best lines have voice acting however I’d say only about 75-80% of the game has voice acting. It’s a little annoying but only because I love the cast so much.

There are over 60 CGs and post-game mini stories (which I actually didn’t learn about the post-game stories until I was writing this…time to go play again!). 

Of course bad endings are possible…but to be totally honest I’m too scared to play that route!

Lastly, my favorite part of the game would have to be the spicy scenes with your LI, if you so choose to pursue them. Without being visually explicit, you get to enjoy some sweet sweet spicy time with your favorite characters and this is where the voice acting is present a majority of the time if not completely. Now I love me some spice, but sometimes CGs can put me off from it. I prefer to imagine what’s going on rather than be shown AND if you’re trying to play sneakily, CGs are just a huge announcement to what you’re doing. The script is so well done that in my opinion CGs aren’t necessary.

This game has all of my love and I’d recommend it to anyone and everyone, so if you’re looking for a story with mystery and well developed characters I would say you’ve found it.

Purchase the game HERE.

[patchwork-panda]

Hello! I wanted to ask how you came up with the ability of your character Kusunoki

And if you have any advice to create a ability

thanks for everything!

Oh my gosh! A message!! :O

And it's *not* from a porn bot!!

I didn't think anyone on tumblr was still following the fic and I'm only updating on AO3 now, but thank you for the ask! This really made my day ; o ;

To answer your first question: Kusunoki Kyou's Ability is based off the movie Arrival and the short story that inspired it, "The Story of Your Life" by Ted Chiang. The protagonist of the story becomes able to see the future and uses knowledge gained from seeing the future to solve difficult problems in her present. So, I gave Kyou the Ability to do the exact same thing.

And while I really liked the story and movie, I disagreed with the message of determinism, so I did what Asagiri did and subverted certain parts about the original.

Kyou's Ability to alter the future is meant to signify her free will and agency in changing her circumstances, much the way a person dealing with depression might be able to better their circumstances and feelings through small, simple actions. In other words, I am saying that her choices and peoples' choices matter, even though in the original story, one of the ultimate messages is that you should accept what you cannot change.

The "One More Light" series is largely about depression and suicidal ideation and overcoming trauma and I wanted to use Kyou's and Dazai's characters to send a more hopeful message, about changing what you can. And I felt having Kyou just see the future and accept things as they are would undermine that hopeful message of "you can change" and "you can change the future" that I wanted to express. Ultimately there are a lot of themes and messages I want to show through the two of them and their relationship, so I made her Ability into something that could be read metaphorically.

To answer the second part:

I'd say to choose an Ability that allows you to write the kinds of things you enjoy. For example, if you want to make an action-y story and have your protagonist fight and fight well, choose a combat-oriented Ability, like Atsushi's. ie: turn them into a bruiser, make them grow armor, breathe fire etc.

Or if you want a story that is more of a spy-caper and have someone who can play psychological games, give them an information-seeking Ability, like Ango's. Those kinds of Abilities work really well for murder-mystery type things as well (see Poe and Ranpo).

I also think it's a good idea to pick an Ability that suits your character. Each of the canon characters' Abilities says something greater or deeper about them as characters/people. In Kyou's case, every facet of her Ability is meant to showcase her traumas/fears/anxieties and also relate back to aspects of anxiety and depression (for example, did you know "fortune-telling" is the name of a "bad habit" that people with anxiety/depression engage in?).

And since the source of this is actual literature and irl authors, I think the easiest way is to make an Ability is to pick a book and writer you like and make something up based on something that you loved about the work/writer.

But most importantly, you want to pick an Ability that is fun for you to write! Asagiri (and I) loves his subversions after all (ie Dazai becoming Akutagawa's mentor in BSD instead of Akutagawa inspiring Dazai irl) so there's lots of room to play with. BSD is itself a giant meta fanfiction!

I really hope this helps! Best of luck on your writing or whichever project you're making right now :D

And I hope this wasn't too long a message to write ^^;;

[msvalentinex]

Growth Through Self-Discovery

For as long as memory serves, I have been deeply fascinated by the pursuit of understanding both myself and others. This journey of self-discovery began when I was but a young sapling, merely thirteen years of age. This is a time when one begins to explore new interests, hobbies, and seeks to find their place among like-minded individuals. A time of experimentation with various styles and identities, in an attempt to uncover one's true "mask". Despite the endless cycle of searching for fragments of oneself in the world around us, there always remains a lingering sense that something is amiss, prompting the question: "Who am I, truly?"

I have undergone many transformations over the years, much like a phoenix rising from its own ashes, or a snake shedding its skin. Each iteration of myself has imparted valuable lessons about my own nature, the world that surrounds me, and the people within it. I have come to realize that personal growth is an ongoing process – who we are today may not reflect who we shall be in the weeks, months, or even years to come. We are in a constant state of learning and growth, updating and reinventing ourselves, much like an ever-changing software that powers our world. With knowledge and experience comes wisdom, and I believe that we generally grow wiser as we age, like a fine wine maturing over time.

Despite my efforts to find my place, I always felt like a leaf drifting on the wind, never truly belonging anywhere, even when I thought I had discovered my true self. In search of answers, I turned to the arts of personality analysis, astrology, and the study of natal charts. As I dived deeper into the mysteries of the zodiac, the planets, and the celestial houses, I found a greater understanding of my own being. For the first time, I felt truly seen, like a hidden treasure revealed by the shifting sands. I did not dive deep into MBTI at this time of my life. I was more engrossed with astrology..

Later, I revisited the concept of MBTI and developed a profound interest in various typology systems, like cognitive functions. This exploration granted me an even clearer insight into my own nature and the extent of my personal growth. I learned to accept and understand my flaws, working with them rather than denying or fleeing from them. Embracing our weaknesses and using them to our advantage is crucial for personal development. We all possess imperfections, and by acknowledging them and working through them, we can better ourselves. True growth occurs when we accept ourselves, flaws and all, like the way stars cannot shine without darkness.

Recently, my interest has shifted towards MBTI and cognitive functions, rather than the stars above. However, I still find joy in exploring the unique characteristics of the various zodiac signs and the influence of the celestial bodies.

In this blog, I shall dive deep into topics such as MBTI, cognitive functions, and various typing systems like the Enneagram and temperaments. The content will be rich in detail, yet presented in a manner that is easy to comprehend and follow, like a clear stream guiding travelers through a dense forest. That is all I have to say on this matter for now, but I shall return in a future post to further explore these fascinating subjects.

[realmbound]

❝ and yet, in spite of everything ⸺ we persevere. ❞

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . inara octavia nicknames . . . . tav age . . . .26 sexuality . . . .pansexual gender . . . .cis-female pronouns . . . .she/her species . . . half elf class . . . druid sub class . . . circle of roots and nature proficiency

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

positive traits. . . .determined, compassionate, resourceful negative traits. . . .overly trusting, naïve, reckless, overprotective, bad habits . . . .picking up every natural resource she can find, struggles to accept help hobbies . . . .making flower jewellery fears . . .loosing the ones she loves

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . .poppy drayton height . . . .5'6 hair colour . . . .ginger hair length . . . long down to her waist, often in two plaits eye colour. . . .green scars . . . .none skin colour . . . . sage green

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

to be updated

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

inara octavia, or 'tav' as she's affectionately called, was born under the shadow of the ancient forests of silesia, a land where the whisper of the trees and the song of the rivers echo through the ages. her lineage was a tapestry woven with threads of elven grace and human resilience, granting her a unique perspective on the world around her.

from a young age, inara felt the call of the wild coursing through her veins. she would spend countless hours exploring the depths of the forests, learning the language of the creatures that dwelled within and forging a deep bond with the land itself. it was during these formative years that she discovered her innate connection to the primal forces of nature, a gift passed down through generations of her ancestors.

guided by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a profound reverence for the natural world, inara sought out the wisdom of the elders, studying under the tutelage of the revered druids of silesia. under their guidance, she honed her skills in the circle of roots, mastering the ancient arts of herbalism, shapeshifting, and elemental manipulation.

but inara's journey was not without its trials. as she delved deeper into the mysteries of the wild, she encountered threats both mundane and supernatural, testing her resolve and challenging her beliefs. yet, with each obstacle she faced, she emerged stronger and more determined than before, fueled by a sense of duty to protect the fragile balance of thereda's ecosystems.

her greatest threat was when she was captured by a group of mind flayers aboard their nautiloid ship. the ship crashes, allowing inara and several other captives to escape, but not before they're implanted with an parasite called a "nautiloid tadpole." this parasite grants inara certain powers but also poses a threat of transforming them into a mind flayer if not dealt with. inara navigates the lands, encountering various characters, factions, and challenges, while also contending with the growing influence of the tadpole within them. inara's ultimate goal was to find a way to remove the tadpole and prevent its transformation, all while helping her friends along the way.

since that fateful day, inara has become a legendary figure in thereda, her name whispered in awe and reverence by those who have witnessed her feats. yet, despite her growing renown, she remains humble and steadfast in her mission, a tireless guardian of the wilds and a beacon of hope for all who call thereda home.

𝐕𝐈 . . . 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

shadowheart, astarion and wyll: a ragtag group of strangers that became acquaintances and then finally friends when captured by a group of mind flayers aboard their ship. the group worked together and created a strong bond that inara believes can never be broken.

[renaemooney]

Beyond the Password Prompt: Remembering Childhood Friendships

Introduction

Imagine this: You're setting up a new account online, and you're prompted with a familiar security question - "Who was your childhood friend?" For a moment, you pause, your mind drifting back to a time of carefree days and simple joys. My childhood friend, like for many, has become a character in the background of my life, as I have become to them, occasionally appearing in the periphery of my Facebook feed or other social platforms. They are that person with whom I share nothing but fond memories, yet life’s intricate web has spun us onto separate paths, much like closing a chapter of a book with a bittersweet acceptance that the future holds different stories for us both. But this moment of recollection begs a deeper exploration. What happens to these childhood friendships as we weave through the complexities of growing older? Are they merely relegated to the recesses of our memory, serving only as answers to security questions, or do they embody a more profound significance in the narrative of our lives? In an era where technology has revolutionized connection, these friends of our youth transform from distant wonders - akin to the mysteries our parents experienced pre-social media, where friends could drift into oblivion, only to be unexpectedly encountered in a café or a foreign land - to vibrant, living chapters in the story of our lives. Thanks to Facebook updates, Instagram stories, or TikTok videos, these friendships are no longer confined to the "what ifs" or "I wonder where." Instead, they offer us glimpses into parallel journeys, revealing how each of us, in our way, has shaped the world with our unique perspectives. As we navigate this digital age, where the past and present often intersect, these childhood connections provide more than just nostalgic value; they offer a mirror into our past and a window into an alternate version of our lives. Let's delve deeper into understanding the lasting impact of these early bonds and how they continue to shape us, long after we've outgrown the playgrounds of our youth.

The Power of Childhood Friendships

Our childhood friendships hold a unique and profound place during our personal development process. These early bonds, often formed in the carefree days of youth, play a pivotal role in shaping our understanding of relationships, trust, and emotional connections. The Crucible of Early Social Learning In the realm of psychological development, childhood friendships act as a crucible for social learning. They are the playgrounds where we first learn the dynamics of interaction, empathy, and emotional reciprocity. Psychologists underscore the importance of these early relationships in developing social skills, emotional intelligence, and self-concept. These friendships teach us about cooperation, conflict resolution, and the delicate art of balancing one's needs with those of others. A Journey Through Firsts With a childhood friend, we experience a series of "firsts" that leave indelible marks on our psyche. The first adventure shared with a childhood friend—perhaps a daring escapade in a neighborhood park or a secret expedition in the backyard—teaches us about trust and camaraderie. These adventures become the stories we fondly recount, filled with a sense of wonder and the unbridled joy of discovery. The first secret shared with a childhood friend introduces us to the concept of confidentiality and trustworthiness. In these moments, we learn the value of intimacy and the responsibility that comes with being entrusted with someone else's thoughts and feelings. These secrets, whether trivial or significant, form the building blocks of deep emotional connections. Equally important is our first disagreement within our childhood friendships. These conflicts, often over seemingly trivial matters, are fundamental in teaching us about negotiation, empathy, and the art of reconciliation. They are our earliest forays into understanding different perspectives and the complex nature of human emotions. Nostalgia and Life Lessons As adults, when we reflect on these childhood friendships, a blend of nostalgia and appreciation envelops us. These memories, often viewed through the rose-tinted glasses of hindsight, are not just reminiscences of simpler times; they are reminders of the foundational life lessons learned in the company of our first friends. The resilience, understanding, and emotional depth we exhibit in our adult relationships can often be traced back to these early interactions. In essence, the power of childhood friendships extends far beyond the playgrounds and schoolyards of our youth. They are instrumental in shaping our understanding of the world and ourselves. They teach us about trust, empathy, conflict, joy, and the myriad emotions that make up the human experience. As we journey through life, the echoes of these early friendships continue to resonate, shaping our interactions and coloring our perceptions in subtle yet significant ways.

The Paths Diverge

The journey of life is rarely a straight path, especially for those who, as children, experienced the upheaval of moving due to parental job changes, divorce, or financial challenges. For these individuals, the divergence of paths with a childhood friend is not just a natural drift but a sudden and often painful separation. Looking back on childhood memories is often a part of our lives that contributes to the development of our emotional intelligence as adults.   A Sudden Shift in Worlds Consider the child who spent their early years by the lake, with a best friend by their side, only to find themselves navigating the unfamiliar corridors of a new middle school alone. The move, necessitated by circumstances beyond their control, wrenches them away from the comfort of a known world. The abrupt change is more than just geographical; it's a shift in the entire social and emotional landscape. The Reasons for Separation The reasons for this separation are manifold - parents' work demands, financial difficulties, or the fallout of a divorce. Each scenario brings its own set of challenges and adjustments. For the child, the move means adapting to new environments, new social norms, and the daunting task of making new friends. However, amidst these new relationships, there's often an unspoken realization: none of these new friends can truly replace that one special childhood friend. Out of Sight, Yet Ever Present This separation brings to light the concept of "out of sight, out of mind," but with a twist. While the physical presence of that childhood friend fades, their impact lingers in the recesses of the mind. The laughter shared, the secrets whispered, and the adventures embarked upon together leave a lasting imprint. So when you don't think about it for a while, something as simple as a password prompt can allow you to revisit targeted moments in your life through your childhood friendships.  Echoes of Laughter and Lessons These early friendships, even when severed by distance and circumstance, continue to influence our adult relationships. Psychologists talk about "emotional imprinting" - the idea that our early social interactions lay the groundwork for how we relate to others in the future. The trust, understanding, and connection cultivated with a childhood friend become benchmarks against which future relationships are measured. The Unseen Bond Despite the divergence of paths, there remains an enduring, albeit invisible, bond with that childhood friend. This bond, woven into the fabric of our identity, offers a sense of continuity and belonging. It's a reminder of a time when friendship was simple and pure. The Role of Technology in Remembering In today's digital age, technology and social media have transformed the dynamics of remembering and reconnecting with these early friends. A simple online search or a friend request can bridge years of separation, bringing a flood of nostalgia and the possibility of rekindling those lost connections. It's a testament to the strength and resilience of these early bonds that, despite the passage of time and the changes in both lives, the fundamental essence of the friendship remains intact. For those who have experienced such separations in childhood friendships - memories hold a special place - they represent a lost world of innocence and a deep connection that survives the test of time and circumstance. The lessons learned and the bond shared continue to echo throughout their lives, shaping their understanding of friendship, trust, and emotional connection.

Reflections and Rediscoveries

As we meander through the corridors of our memory, revisiting the days of our youth, it's worth pausing to reflect on the childhood friendships that once colored our world. These early connections, often relegated to the back burner of our busy lives, hold profound insights into who we are today. Inviting Personal Reflection Think back to your childhood friendships – the ones who shared your laughter, your secrets, your adventures. How have these early relationships shaped the person you've become? Consider the values, the strengths, and even the vulnerabilities that were nurtured within the bounds of these friendships. What aspects of these early bonds can you see reflected in your current relationships? Conversations Across Time If given the chance, what would you say to your childhood friend now? Would it be a message of gratitude, a reminiscence of those carefree days, or perhaps a curiosity about the path they've traversed since those bygone times? These conversations, real or imagined, can be a powerful tool for understanding and appreciating the journey you've both undertaken. The Joy of Rekindling Lost Connections The prospect of rekindling these early childhood friendships in adulthood carries with it a unique charm. It's an opportunity to reconnect not just with a person, but with a part of yourself that may have been forgotten. The joy lies in discovering how both of you have evolved, how the threads of your past experiences have woven into the tapestry of your current lives. It's a rediscovery of shared memories, but also an exploration of the new dimensions each has acquired over time.

Conclusion

Childhood friendships are far more than mere nostalgic recollections or answers to security questions. They are the foundational experiences that profoundly shape our emotional and social development. These early bonds teach us about trust, empathy, resilience, and the unspoken language of companionship. As we journey through life, the echoes of these friendships continue to influence us, reminding us of the simplicity of connection and the depth of human relations. Penelope Renae Mooney contains affiliate links, so we may earn a small commission when you make a purchase through links on our site at no additional cost to you. Penelope Renae Mooney is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to Amazon.com. Read the full article

[linuxgamenews]

DotAGE pits you against the end of the world

DotAGE survival roguelite turn-based city builder game now has a release date for Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Thanks to Michele Pirovano's dedication and hard work, this is becoming possible. Due to make it s way onto Steam next month. DotAGE is an upcoming experience due to debut on Steam on October 4th, 2023. It’s also a unique blend of various mechanics that might remind you of playing board games with friends. The release date promises so much more to it than that. DotAGE has been a labor of love for Michele Pirovano, who has been working to create this survival roguelite turn-based city builder since 2014. As the wise elder of a small village, the end of the world is on the horizon. So of course, it's your duty to help your village residents, Pips, prepare and survive this looming disaster. DotAGE is a challenge where every decision you make has outcomes, and time is ticking. In DotAGE, you'll have to strategize on multiple fronts. From setting up your village to deciding where your workers should focus their efforts. There is a lot to plan and arrange. Want to have fresh food? Make sure you're growing crops and looking after animals. Need tools? You'll have to build a place where these can be made. There’s also the element of death; sometimes, you’ll need to oversee funerals. Due to ensure that everyone is cared for, even in their final moments.

DotAGE Gameplay Teaser

What’s unique about DotAGE is that it isn’t just about managing resources and tasks. There's also an evolving storyline that unravels the mystery behind the impending Apocalypse. Why is the end of the world coming? As the elder regains memories, you’ll uncover new aspects of the story and mechanics. Since the deeper you dive in, the more you'll discover, making each game distinct. With over 200 structures to create, 70 materials to manage, and an amazing 600 events that could happen. No two games will be the same. There's a vast scope for experimentation. Plus, as you progress, new features are unlocked, due to offer even more depth. In a nutshell, DotAGE offers an intriguing blend of strategy, decision-making, and exploration. It’s not just about building and assigning tasks; it's about delving into a world that’s ever-changing. Since every move you make is pivotal. You can try it for yourself with the Linux Demo on Steam. Keen to stay updated on the survival roguelite turn-based city builder release? You can add it to your Steam Wishlist. Coming to Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. If you're looking to dive deeper into discussions or simply want to be in the loop, follow @dotagegame on Twitter or hop into the Discord channel dedicated to it. Along with the October 4th, 2023 release date.