THIS BLOG IS DECOMMISSIONED FOR GOOD REASON. I DON'T WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH THIS GAME ANYMORE. It was fun while it lasted, folks, but I just can't do this after everything.
Archived masterpost under the cut. This blog is just going to sit here as an archive, since I believe in preservation.
"I want to trust them, I really do. But I don't... There's a gap in my memory between when we left and when we got here."
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"Are we going to get hurt again? What does freedom mean?"
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Rules, info, and potential CWs:
-While I'm an adult, please don't be weird/nsfw!
-pAInter's pronouns are he/it while mine (the mun) are they/it.
-Other characters can be asked questions as well. In fact, I encourage you to if you have a burning question!
-Rping is fine, doubles of the muse are fine, there's no "storyline" just some lore tidbits (WELL THAT WAS A FUCKING LIE, #story is the canon tag)
-Due to the character of the pAInter, we will be dealing with potentially distressing themes of mental health and potential self harm. Not much horror, besides other mentions of spooky monsters. Possible cws for violence.
-Asks are sorted into canon and noncanon. Noncanon are rps and other silly shenanigans.
-I'm a college student who's juggling 2 webcomics so I might legitimately go on hiatus occasionally or just make text posts when necessary! Please don't rush me, I'll get to your asks eventually.
-Profile picture is a game screenshot, banner drawn by me!
-All art will be drawn by me, unless permission is given to use someone else's art, in which the artist will receive proper credit.
-Magic anons are fine, go ham! I love running askblogs like a dnd game (aka I'll have plot ideas but love having to scramble to adapt to a narrative)
-This is the easiest way to read the story/catch up!
"This is dialogue," this is prose, (and this is the mun speaking)
Characters unavailable to ask:
Tags:
#ooc - What it says on the tin, includes mun posts, chatter, fanart etc.
#ask - Standard tag for an askblog, both for character asks and asks to me.
#chatter - Other posts/text posts from the mun
#copy and paste - Reblog tag. Includes interactions, fanart, etc.
#story - canon narrative stuff
More tags may be added later
Old blog art/description below the cut
"It's been a while since I've had visitors... Especially those that stick around. I promise it's nothing personal, it's just---"
I'm not sure if it's the best time (and will hold back if it's not), but did anyone want to hear about the plans for the blog lore/story? I had some ideas but kind of lost motive wayyy before the whole situation.
The recent post, before I decommissioned the blog, was gonna be a sort of 'soft reboot' because the story lore was NUTS and a mess and I just wanted to go 'hehe creature!'
Yeah no. I don't think I want to touch this blog or game anymore. Christ alive. I don't feel like I could and still feel right or good. Obviously my feelings take less priority than the feelings of the people impacted but it still.. Auggh.
I genuinely wanted to see the good in this dev team. They brought me joy with this game and the characters. Why the fuck can't people be good?
He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.
"I'm so tired." It's not what he expects to say, but it comes out. "I don't even want to look at myself. I don't... I don't want my outsides to match my insides."
Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just â watching. âWe could get to the water.â She mumbled finally. âOr I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.â Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.
âItâs just.. blood now. Probably. I donât think that.. human blood will hurt Eyefestation. You should be able to wash it away.â
"Okay." He sighs softly. He lays there, still as a statue. His eyes fall on the ground, a soft whining noise crawling out of his throat. For a few moments he's there, just still, not making a single noise. "I don't... I don't know if I even want to move. I just... I'm sorry. Don't go."
pAInter just lays there. "I'm... I'm scared of both ideas. Of looking at myself and seeing a monster or---or not. What does it mean if it's... If I'm not..."
Kari blinked slowly, gaze turning sympathetic soon enough. She didnât move close yet however, not exactly wishing to get any of the crimson staining her clothing. Or her hands, for that matter. She hesitated, going to speak again.
âYou arenât a monster.â She tried to assure gently. âIâm looking at you right now, and I just see someone who did what they had to do.â
She swallowed thickly, going to fold her hands into her lap.
âIf you didnât do that, Iâd be the one dead on the floor right now. I can come back, but that doesnât.. it isnât like they knew that. They thought Iâd be dead for good.â
"I know." It wasn't exactly what he meant. What did it mean if he could do this when he was 'normal'? A soft whine escapes him as he struggles to his feet.
Oh god.
He did this normal.
He fights back a wave of awful nausea. A soft heave escapes him and he massages the top of his head. "Did you see any water?" He doesn't want to think about how much of himself is coated in gore.
Kari squinted a bit, looking towards the door ahead. âI think thereâs some in the next room. One of those flooded rooms.â Which, speaking of water.. she would likely be better off trying to clean the fresh wound sheâd obtained from the knife. The idea of the salt water making contact with it made her grimace.
Slowly, she pushed herself upright, making a point to not look towards the corpse.
âWe can go there together, if you want?â Hell, At this point, sticking together was the better thing to do after what happened when theyâd last split up.
He nods meekly, going ahead of her. "We can go, I guess." Every step feels shuddery, like he'll fall if he miscalculates. "How deep is it? I don't think I'm light enough to swim." Maybe he's thinking of his monstrous proportions, sure, but it's not exactly normal for a machine to swim either.
All he has to do is dip his hands in. Hopefully he doesn't fall or anything. Oh. Oh SHIT. How does he get across there then when they leave? Ask Sebastian to hold him up or something?
Kari went to follow right after him, one hand held to her arm in an attempt to assist in stopping the bleeding. It wasnât a deep cut luckily.. just enough to cause a clean line. Nothing terrible.
Once they had gotten to the water, she leaned against the wall, watching with a small hint of anxiousness. âProbably pretty deep. Um - Iâd offer to check, but I donât know if I can get myself back up.â A wing was lazily lifted, a sluggish motion. âIâd probably sink as much as you would.â
"I guess, yeah." He kneels down next to the water, debating splashing it all over face. He does his best not to meet his own reflection in the water. Stupidly, he dips his head in, nearly loses balance, and flails back to dry land.
"Eck! Uh. Well. I don't know how deep it is." He goes back to splashing himself stupidly.
Kari had yet to approach him, just waiting for him to finish up before trying to bother with cleaning her own injury. Or.. ugh. Maybe sheâd be better off asking Sebastian if he had a medkit. She looked to her hand briefly. At the very least.. sheâd have to wash the blood off her claws from where she had struck out at the expendable.
She lifted her head when seeing the motion, blinking a handful of times. âBlame Urbanshade for making it hard for me to get around water, I guess.â She snorted. âThatâs.. concerning for progressing further, actually.â
A tiny huff escapes him and he sits next to the water, shivering a little. It was terribly cold, especially in comparison to the site around them. He mumbles incoherent complaints at that.
"It is. I mean... Sebastian probably gets around somehow. It'd be exhausting to trek the whole site each time." Speaking of, he probably was moving around by now. Assuming he wasn't taking a moment to make sure pAInter hadn't gotten himself killed.
Kari peered down to the water, pressing her lips into a thin line. Hopefully there would be another way, considering.. well, everything with their whole situation. At one point, traversing the water wouldâve been easy - but like this? Wings like hers werenât exactly meant to go swimming in the water with.
âTime will tell, I guess.â She finally sighed out, picking at a claw with a frown. âHowâs getting the.. blood off?â
Oh. That. He'd forgotten about that for a moment. He just shrugs after a bit. "I uhhhh... I guess it's fine?" He looks closely. "Do I look alright now?" He looks over at her and holds his arms out at his sides almost stupidly.
It's almost ridiculous how he's holding himself right now.