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I just really like what Red Barrels did with names in Outlast Trials. Since Easterman's whole schtick is rebirth, even his name reflects that. Because, you know, Easter! The day when Christ came back to life.

Then there is Moses Scarfiotti. If Easterman is God (and the Reagents are his children), then there has to be one to execute the will of God – Moses! Like in the book of Exodus! And he was a guide to the people, just like our Scarfiotti is a guide, being the creator of the environments that are supposed to shape reagents into what their God has planned for them. It's just so smart and fun.

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Disgusting.

Never before I'd realized just how bitter this creature made me after he left. It's odd, I was going to kill him, and yet there is a gaping wound in what must be my heart. It stings, it's filled with puss, he crushed me and it's an honor no man deserves. But he isn't a man, is he? He's a parasite. A slippery, traitorous snake. He wrapped his pathetic body around my neck and made me so weak, I couldn't even keep the blade from slipping from my fingers. It must be it, the truth behind our little game. He squeezed my windpipe and cut off my air supply, making me have these silly thoughts. Ha. Ha ha ha! Even lightheaded and confused I still saw through his act! I saw that he wasn't like me, no matter how hard he tried to play the part! It's almost pitiful. Friends, he says. You don't need enemies with friends like him.

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Subject: Urgent Request. Professional Services Needed.

Hello.

It's been a while since we last talked, and I’d very much love to catch up, though, admittedly, I’m reaching out to inquire about your services.

Do you still do house calls? Preparing a sterile room is absolutely no problem for me these days. I remember your rules, I'm looking at that piece of paper you gave me right now! I bought the heavy equipment, there are no windows, nothing's leaking anywhere. And, you know, I did the rest of the steps you wrote down as well.

It's a new house, I did the renovations SPECIFICALLY with what you've told me in mind.

But I digress.

Here's the core of my problem:

My new dog is a terror–but what else can you expect from a stray? I love her to bits, but the incessant barking is unbearable. I cannot get a good night sleep without the thing howling its lungs out.

I was wondering if you could remove her vocal cords. You've done that procedure before, right? I'm almost sure you've told me that you have.

God, please tell me you can do this. I'm losing my mind. You know I'm not one for mutilation, but I've tried everything–talking, training, sedatives, isolation–but nothing works. I'm at the point where surgery seems like the only option.

Do you need photographs? Measurements? I’ll provide whatever you require. I’ve done some research, but well... you know how unreliable the internet can be about these things.

Please, respond soon.

Best wishes,

– R. S.

P. S. I'll give you the new address in my next email.

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Letter #2

Hello again!

It's only been two weeks since I last wrote to you, and yet my hands wouldn't stop itching for a pencil. Luckily, I've been granted a piece of paper for my good behavior. The funny thing is, even after hours and hours I've spent composing words for you in my head, now, with a page finally in front of me, I'm completely lost. I will never have enough space to tell you about all the dreams I have of you, the things I'd do to you if you were in my arms, the pain that paralyses me at the thought of never seeing you again.

But it's selfish to dwell only on how I feel. You must be wondering about my new life, so here it is: I have a bed, a sink, and a pot to piss in. They take me to the showers separately from the other inmates. In the morning they give me a slice of bread with oatmeal, and for lunch and dinner I am served boiled chicken with a gray mass on the side. Last Sunday they blessed me with an orange...

You can't imagine the things I would give to share a proper meal with you. I'll never forget the magic of waking you up early and seeing your sleepy face when you opened the door for me. I'll let you in on a secret: I always took longer in the kitchen, just so you might fall asleep and give me the pleasure to wake you up again :)

I'm getting dreamy again, aren't I? It's so hard to help myself–I miss you terribly, and the wound you left in my heart gets deeper every second.

I should journal if they start providing me with paper more regularly. Three months in solitary is such a long time to reflect. It will be good for me to sort through our memories and engrave the happy ones in that special place in my mind.

It's almost the end of the page, and it seems that I have to say goodbye already. Next time, I'll try to plan this better.

Love you to bits,

– Your best friend

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Letter #1

Honey, I'm home!

(And by that I mean that I'm all settled in.)

I'm not sure when they'll let me send this letter to you, and, frankly, it's a miracle that I managed to convince the guard to give me a pencil and paper at all. I like to think that he was charmed by my eagerness to write to you–I hope you don't mind I told him that your name was Janice and that you were a beautiful American girl from West Virginia.

Since there is very little I can occupy myself with in solitary, I've been doing nothing but thinking about you. This morning I woke up with your weight on my chest. I imagined your hands gripping the frame of the bed, and how you watched me with your beautiful greens. Yes, I've decided that your eyes are green, after all. Not yellow, not blue–they're green, and If you want to disprove me, please do send me your photograph :)

My daydream carried me to the little kitchen in our apartment in Lyon. You followed me, and leaned against the fridge, as you waited for me to make your morning coffee. Turning on that stubborn stove, I kept glancing back at you, and smiling, and thanking my maker for letting us meet at all.

I remembered our walks, and the library, and how we'd window-shop every Wednesday. It's a bit bittersweet, now that I know that your intentions weren't as pure as my own, but I forgive you. I believe you enjoyed our little life just as much as I did, and that's what matters to me.

I'm running out of space and I doubt I'd get a second paper any time soon.

I still love you, and I thank you for keeping me warm even during this unforgiving chapter of my life.

Until we meet again,

– You know who

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Stupid dogs.

I've hurt you so much, so I pulled out all my teeth. I will sit, and roll over, and play dead, if you ask. I'll be a good boy, the best boy you've ever had. If you bite me when you're angry, I'll forgive you. When your gums itch, just tell me, and I will bare my neck. Suck my blood, drain me dry, I can take it, if it will make you love me. There is nobody else in this world who'd want an ugly mutt like me–and you're too good, too kind. Just kick me harder, if I ever growl at you again, okay? Otherwise, I might never learn.

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Radiostatic slop.

It's not your eyes that I want on me, not your hands. No, I want to crawl inside you and nestle in the warmth of your intestines. You're a God, and I want to graft myself into your skin, to tangle our nerves and make my blood run through your veins. I would think like you, and your heart would beat like mine, and we would be in a perfect symbiosis, only if you didn't tell me that we aren't meant to be.

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Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. Rats made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. Rats made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once–

I had to adjust the perspective a little but it looks pretty similar to me

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Danny Johnson was finally isolated from society

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Me and Michael solid as they come................

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skibidiestsigmaa

this is all i can churn out today

@chuchunnment worm cipher

chuchunnment

Yes yes yes spread brain worm yes

That's what I'm talking about

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jinnlikespurple

Desperate times of no new art call for desperate measures, which is why I'm posting random minecraft screenshots now (gotta stay relevant somehow) Therefore, I present to you... Hypixel out of context!