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It's been a while since I watched Peep Show. I really like Mark and Jez, and I suffering from the huge emotions between the two of them
I want to show you this Disco Elysium x Return Of The Obra Dinn mashup I made in Blender a while back :>
i love when people make my 2 favourite things into 1 thing
has this been done yet
you’re laughing. this unknown topman was speared by a terrible beast and you’re laughing.
everyone said play obra dinn its so fun but no one told me it wld curse me with a sense of profound dread that haunts me long after i have closed the game
all of my favourite games being described as obra dinn-likes makes me think i should play obra dinn or something. i love games that make me feel fucking stupid
The Roottrees Are Dead is a wonderful game because it allows me to be terrible and nosy in a safe and healthy environment.
much like the Librarian my ability to study depends entirely on what the weather is like that day
RICHES AND FORTUNE THE LIKES OF WHICH I'VE NEVER SEEN
My long absence is a mystery of Scale, but my return is a simple formula of Rose, Sky, and Grail.
Speaking of Scale, I got more rocks than a fuckin mountain. I learned to squeeze blood from the stone. Shit ain't nothing to me, man. Diorite; andesite; granite; I've bashed my head against each, and come back stronger and more unstable each time. They call me the lobotosaurus rex. Ha ha. When I learned to carve a waist-height cylindrical hole in the rock, it was all over. Didn't leave the cave for 37 hours, and when I did I left needing to pay child support to an earth elemental. This shit ain't nothing to me, man.
Happy Pride Month!
all hush house librarians know how to do is read books, cook food, dip candles, garden, make inks and paints, play instruments, break curses, cure corruption, beekeep, raise chickens, swim in the ocean, pet beasties, do occult rituals, pay people to do their laundry and lie
me when i am trying to induce mania to help me learn the secret lores but instead i just start losing it #justcultistthings
Harry, a Skintwister
Harry is a cheerful fellow; or at least, he always seems to be smiling.
Kim, a Shaper
Quiet, but has a natural affinity and infinite patience with machines; and, oddly, with Harry.
(Very much referenced/inspired by this excellent Cultist Sim picrew. I don't know how much of a fandom crossover there is here but hey maybe someone will like it)
Book of Hours is an utterly hilarious videogame, when you think about what the mechanics actually mean in-universe.
You are a librarian! You have taken on management of a Mystical House full of secrets, which you must slowly reveal room by room. But! A catastrophe struck before your arrival, so you gotta clear the rooms out as you go.
Except you're just one person, you gotta go get your neighbors to help out.
Most of the people will charge me money to help out, but the towns blacksmith, my old war-buddy Denzel, he'll help for free.
"Denzeeel!" I pound on his doorway at the break of dawn. "Come up to the big spooky house, why don't you?"
He comes to the house. And I show him the best time. We drink a smoky tea, feast upon rare pears that only bloom in the fae seasons, I gift him some metal and encourage him to look at it's cool magic properties. Dawn to morning to afternoon, we have a wonderful time. And then, as the day grows dark and he's thinking about heading home, I stop him.
"before you go, can you do me a quick favor?" And then I walk them into the basement, through some caves, and point to a room with roughly one billion bats.
"you can clear out roughly a billion bats, right? I really need to get in there."
And then my sweet, long-suffering friend goes into the room filled with roughly a billion bats to clear it out for me. Good man, I think fondly, as he stumbles home to his smithy after.
And then, as night turns to morning, I contemplate the next room, deep in the library's secret prison, burning with an eternal flame of the monstrous prisoner that broke his chains.
"you know who can help me handle this?" I say cheerfully as my skin reddens and cracks as I reach my hand toward the door. "My good friend Denzel!"
Lasso tool portraits. I think they’re a funny semi-competent bureau-buddy duo.
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