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aghhhh we're melting ahhh i bap you ok the head
cause nothing comes close to the golden coast
county anvil girls we're unforgettable! laced leather, blouses on top! sun-kissed skin so hot, we'll melt your frost salts! whoah woaoaoao woah waoaoao!
every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes
harrier du bois and dora ingerlund | zygismunt berg and målin lund
a game about love
game's done
my mom will always forget that i am NOT a good standard for whether people my age know about something or someone
i am not a good standard for anything, to be frank. an outliar on all accounts
i have never heard of anything or anyone in my life
roman
Mona Simpson's Lawns
Esao Andrews (Japanese-American, b. 1978, Mesa, AZ, USA) - Pesta (The Plague Hag) from Death And The Maiden 2 exhibition, 2016 Paintings: Oil on Panel
Mona Simpson's Lawns
Something I've yet to rant about is the inherent sadness and misery of post-tribunal disco elysium. Of course it will *feel* different each time depending on the outcome, but I think I had one of the worst one of all. Everyone fucking died, I didn't have a gun, and I failed all but two skills checks. One of them had a 97% success possibility, so it was almost impossible to fail *that one*. Safe to say it was a shit show. When Harry wakes up, Kim is tired. He is running on his last drop of fuel and he is *so* close to done, but he is Kim Kitsuragi, the entire RCM's finest, he doesn't give up. Still, the air in the post massacre streets of Martinaise feels thick with defeat. Everyone has fucked off, closed off. People are only left with a burning memory and the task to accept what happened, because there's nothing to be done now. The choices you've made snicker at you trying to accept the consequences now. You will never know if you made the right decision.
Not only that, but this game doesn't let you forget for a second, that Harry is severely wounded. When he sleeps in the flak tower it is mentioned multiple times that his wound is bleeding, the game makes a point to comment on how his pelvis hurts, how it's hard to run... and in the final cut scene, the Finale, Jean outright says that Harry is actively bleeding everywhere. This game doesn't let you forget what the character has been through, wounds don't heal when the health bar is full.
Harry has been a broken man from the beginning, not even the beginning of the game, but the post-tribunal gameplay doesn't play along to his madness anymore, it has given up on the fanfare. The tie stops talking and something within me compelled me to turn down on the out-of-pocket replies. It didn't feel appropriate anymore and honestly, it didn't feel like the same game anymore. All that is left is the death and misery present all around him, not contained to inside him anymore. Martinaise is a district that has had to go through the worst, but *it* has learned to cope. Now it just needs time to get back on its feet again. But Harry... Harry is down low, but he's still going. He's not going to take the time to get back on his feet until he's forced to, I think. This pitiful relentlessness only highlights how truly fucked everything in the moment is.
Disco elysium is truly a wonderful game for portraying this misery so bone-chillingly. It forces you to feel the last bit of hope they chased. The ending, the confrontation with his past, can only be described in a word I don't know the English translation for. I don't think it exists.
Õõvastav. The ending is exactly that. Harrowing is the closest word I could think of.
Why is every product hostile to its user base now
we have to destroy it all
small analysis of klaasje’s character portrait
aleksander rostov stated that it was one of the first ones that were made and that the contrast between her and another initial female character being sylvie is that klaasje is obviously hiding something, and that she presents herself that way to harry - mysterious and abstract. the colors that are present also remain significant throughout the game just her involvement is crucial to the story kicking off. her eyes are obscured partially by her bangs but everything else in the portrait is bright.
white is the color of peace, communism, and revolution as well as may-bells which you can see starting to form behind klaasje’s head. warm splashes of color make it seem like harry immediately likes her just as we see with kim. most notably the same is used in the depiction of the pale in the background where it rises 6,000 km from martinaise. people go into the pale to disappear and it acting as a backdrop shows how klaasje desperately tries to be a non-entity. the same bright color is used in the photo with the phasmid which is described as very white, and having the scent of caramel as does le retour (the return) the event that klaasje, cindy the skull, and harry all believe or at least hope with happen
the rich deserve to rot
quitting tumblr because of this