the ending was okay I guess but I wanna just throw out what personally would've changed
spoilers for the ending, and also this is all just mostly ideas on how I'd change the series if I did it. it's really long please read lol
also not polished I wrote this all in one sitting while tired
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I think I would've made it so Verity was a sort of malware / virus, so if you tried to bring a friend in, he would end up infecting their device as well + your other devices if you say, charge your phone with your laptop or something
I think the fact verity doesn't TRULY know everything is very very interesting, and I think it would be cool if, like I said in the above concept, he was malware. The fact he has access to your microphone by default is terrifying, and I think it would be interesting that the way he slowly learns everything is just by having access to all permissions by default, even without Minecraft open, which is how he would know things like Twixxel's series and what Mob had eaten for dinner.
More of a nitpick, but the mystery lab area somewhat bothered me. Sure, it could've been part of the mod pack, but Verity being around for a hundred years (which, by the way! DOES NOT exactly work since the Internet had first been made aware of in 1969, unless he was part of radio and TV) and by a company no less doesn't make sense as WHY would the lab be that unpolished if they placed it in Minecraft?? also just in general why would a company add their office into a minecraft mod. The portal makes sense I guess, except it doesn't! Verity was a mod downloaded by Mob!
Also, if Verity was something where he can only be one place at a time (see how he mentions he can only go to worlds one player at a time), I don't even think that fully makes sense. It's just very confusing once you go more into it.
He was made by a company, and apparently has a support line. How do they get the money to pay the bills for that support line? Do they have more products? How did Mob's friend even find this mod??? If everyone who used Verity was supposedly killed, how did nobody try to sue them / The other episodes make good enough sense but this one just confuses me.
so anyways heres my own personal lore for Verity and the little series for it because im bored.
I personally would make Verity a paid mod pack, and by a smaller company who specializes in "lifelike ai", and would have started in 1980 (Fun fact! LLMs have been around for a long while! Search up eviebot from 2015) and as a game company
Verity would by default have all permissions enabled , including files so he could clone himself and be impossible to delete, and so he could learn more about you, "personalizing" your answers.
They would avoid lawsuits by giving a stupidly long contract, and claiming zero damages.
Verity would be he same companion he is in the horror series, but would try to be more talkative in general, learning more about the players. All data would go to a huge data center for the company, so Verity would be all knowing. Why? Well, if Verity was more knowledgeable, and could get closer with the players, more would want to buy the mod, no? Money.
I think that for the series, someone would buy the mod for Mob, hearing that it's really good. The rest of it would go mostly the same.
With twixxel, I don't think him dying would make much sense. I think, with the permissions, Verity would see how Twixxel was wanting to get rid of him, and would hack into his account to either block Mob or just entirely delete his discord and blocking Mob on Minecraft, plus making the game delete itself, claiming someone else had hacked Twixxel and he got banned if asked. Also mob would just accept it as that's more believable and would still try to contact twixxel perhaps.
oh also Twixxel had sent the posts about verity to him via Discord through like a Google doc instead of rewriting everything into minecraft books, since that's more convenient.
For the last episode, I would probably change so, so much of it.
I would make it so, after seeing the different posts, suddenly Mob and Twixxel lose access to it, it just ceases to exist. And from that, Mob decides to do his own research into the company. He tries to go into minecraft and delete both the world and the mod.
However, once he opens a new world, the game fullscreens and the world is the exact same, builds, everything. If Mob tries to leave he game, he can't. He can't alt + f4, and he can't reset his computer.
honestly, I can't really think of a good ending, right now, but I guess here's something I came up with.
Mob tries to unplug his PC, it works, and he factory resets it. Being, reasonably uncomfortable with everything that has happened the past week, he just leaves Minecraft for a while. Wether or not Verity is still logged somewhere on his devices is left ambiguous on purpose.
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PLEASE don't take this as hate to Mob's writing, I do enjoy the verity series, however I just didn't personally enjoy the ending, and it left me wondering how I would have gone about making the series.
Fuck You.
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I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
I watched Iron Lung again tonight in the comfort of my home and my dog must've been watching with me cause as soon as bad things started happening to Simon she started crying. In the scene where he ultimately dies she could not stop crying at me. I am now watching him play the Henry Stickman collection so she can see that A.) He's not dead and B.) He's not in distress. Occasionally he'll whine or hum in discontent about something and my dog will look at me and whine to try and get me to fix whatever is distressing Markiplier.
DO NOT PIRATE ANYTHING. NOT SHOWS/MOVIES. NOT GAMES OR SAFER GAMES. AND CERTAINLY NOT BOOKS. AND DO NOT DOWNLOAD YOUTUBE VIDEOS. AND NEVER EVER EVER WATCH MUSICALS WITHOUT GOING TO THEM AND DONT USE ADBLOCKERS/OTHER ADBLOCKER TO AVOID ADS AND VIRUSES PIRATING IS VERY HARMFUL TO THE CORPORATIONS WHO WORKS VERY HARD TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE AND THEIR MONEY. ANYONE WHO PIRATES IS BAD. BAD PIRATING. EVIL. OH AND THIS
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