The SHut-In

A sort of bridge between reality and fantasy. (You can find me at DeviantArt under the username of Immessedup) And remember, mes amis, if you cannot draw good, draw funny! ALSO: VERY IMPORTANT: This is a SIDEBLOG, meaning that I cannot ask questions, submit things or follow back. The account this is budded off of is femaleteamblupr, so if you are contacted by that URL, it is ME!

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Just like Simandthedimbulb, only this time, it's personal.

now I have a personal personal. Personally. 

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//just decided to go back to the classic dimbulb design. I AM Sim and the Dim Bulb, after all.

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perspective? never heard of it.

wanted to try drawing this lil lady. and more importantly, has anyone else noticed the big freaking rectangular hatch in her hair??? It's probably just a texture bumble of some kind, but I donno... it's so perfectly shaped...it's really odd. Maybe there's some kind of dark secret. /shrug/

Anyway, more silliness.

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The Lady Narrator

I think her ending was one of the first I got (p sure I jumped off the cargo tram the very first time. that was stupid of me) and it was very disquieting.

I imagine she's much taller than both Stanley and the Narrator, at least by a foot. She's super mysterious!!

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i am so far removed from the me that i am in public

where does she go?

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what did i do

did i stumble into a horrible conspiracy just by drawing things?

i oughtta put down the pencil and pick the crowbar back up

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...STANLEY went through the RE D DOOR.

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it just hit me that this guy's really popular with the laydays. probably has something to do with that excellent voice of his

/shrug/

silly things are my business, and so it is drawn!

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Portrait of the Artist in Conflict (as usual)

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Heeere's another batch! 

It's hard to come up with funny stuff sometimes, but it always comes to me in the end. I have to work around spoilers... unless I don't. Hm.

And I've been waiting ages for a character who seems appropriate for brogues.

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Hmmph. If you must know, yes, I've 'got a corporeal form stashed around here somewhere.' I'm sure when I've turned the pages of the script the sound's been picked up before. How do you think I move those pages without hands of some kind? Honestly, I'd appreciate it if you put a bit of thought into your blabbering before you actually speak. It would make this rather painful conversation easier on both of us.

And as for my narrating, it's the best I can do in this damn place. If you've got any brilliant ways to pass the time, please let me know. ...and I do like narrating. Storytelling is one of the highest art forms. And if I don't do it, who will? You? Please. If I let you control the story, your butchery of my parable is liable to kill me. Oh, I can just imagine it now! Broom closets everywhere, and- oh, I've got it- that's all the main character does! They just go from broom closet to broom closet, searching for a meaning that isn't there. How am I doing so far? Is this about what you envision the perfect story to be?

No, you cannot call me 'Mister Director' or 'Janus.' ...I admit that the latter actually makes quite a bit of sense, but you're being quite insufferable and I won't allow you to give me any ridiculous nick-names until you start behaving properly. That includes not asking me to do things like explain 'back-sack-and-cracks' to you. Figure it out. Or-better yet, tell me what you think it is, and I'll tell you how close you are. That would satisfy your intolerable need to speak to me, and will probably be quite amusing.

...but you can do that on the way. Go on- proceed with the story.

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Oh! Neat! Maybe I'll make a game of finding him. You. I bet you've got a moustache. You sound like a fella who rocks a nice 'stache.

Oh... the blabbering... s-sorry. It's unavoidable, unfortunately. Well, as long as you're enjoying yourself in some capacity. I hate being the only one having fun. It's awful when– Wait, what? Hahahah! Broom closets– Well, that's an interesting... well, no, it's not. On the whole, I much prefer your way of doing things. I'd fill the whole thing up with slapstick and characters and redemption and... things. And a whole lot more jumping. I haven't got the knack for intrigue and mystery.

Oh, and seriously, about the broom closet... It reminds me of my little atelier. Dark, small, peaceful... familiar. It's just comforting.

Aw. Spoilsport. Well, you can refer to me as Sim, if you like, for orders and such. Everyone does. And as for the back-sack-and-crack, it sounds like a chiropractic maneuver. Or sex. Or both.

But I like speaking. It makes me happy.

But AH! The story awaits! What's out there..? {the small, loquacious, antennae'd female takes a tentative step outside office 427. She approaches the windows, sticks her arm out them for good measure, nodding in approval as her arm disappears into white mist. Then she drops to her hands and knees, picks up one of the clipboards lying around and grabs some spare paper to go with it. A pen or two is also spirited away}

Excellent! {She dabbles at a few computers before heading cautiously over to door 430 with a sly smile and awaiting what would surely be an excellent narration}

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*He listens with a growing sense of irritation. Who was this woman to question his story? Her reasoning made a bit of sense, on a theoretical level, but it just didn’t hold up in the real world. And her cocky pride in her own ‘revelation’ was downright infuriating.*

Well. You’re certainly pleased in yourself, aren’t you? You think you’ve got it all figured out. *He laughs, cruelly.* Have you ever wondered if that was the point of all these endings? To show the futility of your actions in and outside of the game? You can stay in the Broom Closet, if you like. If that’s really the decision you want to stick with. But, like in life, time moves forward and you’ll have to come out eventually. And then what are you going to do? You can’t avoid the story forever. No. Your actions aren’t significant. But they’re all you have in your pitiful existence. You can choose to stay in that Broom Closet until you die, I honestly don’t care. You’ll be gone soon enough and someone else will come to take your place. Do what you want to- you only have a few years to satisfy yourself.

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Hooray! Somebody finally puts it straight! 

So I do have a reason to continue on, it isn't actually futile, it simply doesn't matter to you particularly. But what does? 

What's your existence? You're just a (rather touchy) voice, as far as I can tell. Unless you've got a corporeal form stashed around here somewhere. Is that all you do? Narrate people? Is it fun? You don't seem cheery enough for that, no, it looks like it pisses you off most of the time. You oughtta try something you like, to make you happy, as it were. Unless you like getting annoyed at people. (I do.)

Anyway, Can I call you Mister Directer? Is that okay? Or maybe Janus. The Roman god of doors, endings, beginnings and suchlike. And he has two faces. Janus, or Mister Director?

Also, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would you tell me exactly what a 'back-sack-and-crack' is? It sounds vaguely dirty. Is it? Only, I'm curious.

Then I'll leave the broom closet and... um... go... wherever it is you'd like me to go.

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Well I guess I just fell head over heels with this game :T it speaks to my soul, somehow. Plus, it's a wonderful excuse to practice drawing people from behind. And doubly plus, Stanley is my absolute favourite male name.

So have some appreciative doodles, tainted by my everlasting silliness.

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what the hell that comic wasnt supposed to get notes

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The funny thing is, usually when something I make gets notes and I’m not sure why, I can pinpoint who reblogged it to get it out there. But this one? It’s literally a chain of new people reblogging it from each other. And it’s epic.

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??? ? ??????? ??? ?

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what the hell that comic wasnt supposed to get notes

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Visit Original Link

this is my favorite soundtrack in the game

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Ah, yes, hello, there. Always nice to… well, that’s a bit rude, don’t you think? Reacting like that? Honestly, what have I ever done to you? …hmmph. Excuse me.

(And we all know that’s for your own good. You need an intervention- it’s obvious you can’t curb your own addiction to pointless rooms on your own. You should be thanking me, not yelling at me.)

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Fine, I apologize. I shan't shoot my mouth off anymore.

...Except it stands to reason... Wasn't it you who said that the decisions didn't matter, that whatever one does, it doesn't count because they're so insignificant?

So, by that reasoning, staying in the broom closet would matter just as much as walking down the hall and... oh, I don't know... going to that meeting room?

But, on the other hand, the story doesn't advance, and thus staying there would be rather boring for all concerned. Only, when forced to advance your story, each decision only serves to prove its own futility!

ha-HA!

And so we've reverse-circled and come 'round the opposite side onto the same turn of the table!

As it were.