MeatDog @meatdoggin - Tumblr Blog

Are You Toon Enough?

So, I MAY have gotten back into my ToonTown fixation-

I've gone and RE-made my ttcc fan blog but this time its a sudo oc rp blog! I plan on posting my (in the works) toontective noir comics there featuring my toon oc Sergeant. Keep your eyes peeled for future posts!

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Ima use this as a chance to make like an intro post thing-

I am MEATDOG! that's what I call myself and my sona thing that appears every now and then.(If I'm not using Meatdog as a sona I'm gonna be using a my Slig oc, Scraps)

I am above the age of 20! I do not post adult content but I may follow or like more mature blogs.

I go by any pronouns for internet anonymity-

I have a few other blogs dedicated to other fandoms! Ive already shared me toontown blog so here are some others.

RainWorld blog - Look Outside blog

My main fandoms are OFF, Oddworld, Psychopomp, Look Outside, Toontown Corporate Clash, and Regretevator and whatever else I'm currently into like Dorohedoro or Madness Combat.

#welcome to my blog #have a nice stay

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Flippy on Magma Studio!

Finally getting a good grasp on the layers and STILL PISSED OFF WHEN THE TUT KEEPS POPPING UP <(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>

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Is there any particular reason Venus is so out of it in the intro of the instructions level?

The other areas of the game leading up to that point all have real world analogues, ones that she is able to think about and riff on. Things like a Water Treatment Plant or a Public School are commonly grasped concepts, and because of that she has a lot of thoughts on them and their relation to society. Even Hard Structures, for how bizarre it is, hearkens to the idea of endless construction, and how people are ultimately displaced in the pursuit of more and more of said development.

However, the DNA Facility is where things first become completely otherworldly. It is not a place that exists in any way that we know of. She is caught off guard and deeply disturbed by the concepts being shown to her, and her confidence in her understanding of the world is wavered. The conspiracy theory spirals out of control, and the conspiracy moves to suit it. The very flesh we reside in becomes oppressive.

This continues on into Symbols, where even concepts and thought itself are laid bare, and presented as another form of imposed structure. There, she has nothing to say at all. Moving closer and closer to the death of the ego before eventual apotheosis.