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Looking back on Sora EGO and soraquixote i understand why the preview trailer looks so ARG and glitchy
Cuz the EGO manifested here isnt the product of Ayin
It’s the Will of The City’s
And we know that thing is like a weird anomaly of its own based on library of ruina and yan’s story
Even carmen comment on how the EGO is more akin to a distortion
I should probably explain why I left the ring...
I felt uninspired, and the Ring felt a bit stifling creativity wise with my own experiences. Also, my perfectionist ass being obsessed with art and distorting on the White Nights and Dark Days as an Urban Myth Distortion is another reason why. I wanted to learn how to not obsess over the final product, and focus on the journey itself.
I joined the Index, because after my distortion, I felt directionless. And with the spontaneity of the Prescripts, I felt it would bring me more inspiration and ideas to work with. Especially now that I'm a Messenger, I'm able to travel around the City, and that opens up a lot of creative venues rather then holing myself up in my studio...
Also because I felt emasculated by the new student Rufo at the time.
She's so attractive god damn it.
How the fuck was I going to compete with that? Let ALONE possibly be Docent's together. I'd lose motivation so quickly- because she's built like the best of Maestros related to Neoclassicism, sculpted perfectly as if the will of the city itself descended and made her- HOW WAS I GOING TO COMPETE WITH THAT???
Also, I began to incorporate Impressionist work into my paintings and art. It works extremely well with Fauvism, and gives it a real ethereal and magical look, which is what I strive for. I strive for fantasy, wonder, and imagination, bringing and breathing creative and hopeful life into my pieces through twisting the macabre into something more...colorful, almost innocent.
I've always considered myself a sort of hybrid of the Impressionists and Fauvists in terms of work and art. Art is about mixing different ideas together, to create something uniquely human and "You".
Which is why my perfectionist self hindered me a lot when I was in the Ring. Along with the nature of the Corridor itself, being very N Corp like...
I should draw my room more...It's nice and comfy...Isolated...Nice and alone...
Oh- I finished that Abnormality report thingie, research submission, along with what the EGO gift technically is, while also it working as the EGO weapon.
Hmm...How do I uh...Submit this...
Do any of you know about how to send like- research papers in to Limbus Company? Other then just...directly asking them?
hi, i heard you were holding a Ring-style art gallery? I might be interested in taking a look! Where is it, exactly? :D (from @marrowisanexcellenrartist )
Oh! It's combining the music ideas from District 9, as it's in the Backstreets there-
and it's helping people not only learn about music making and the unique experience of it, but also to provide relief and some exposure therapy for those still emotionally or physically traumatized by the Pianist!
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dear prescripts I'm obsessed...I've also been busy because this Big Brother of the Middle who vaguely looks like Sinclair has basically forced me to be his assistant for his J&J campaign, and I have been routinely dragged to their club in the District 9 Backstreets while i try not to break down in tears over the loud noises and blaring songs along with having to basically make NPCs for a big brother of the Middle who also likes the same game as I do, but has broken into my studio wall multiple times at this point, even fighting off waves of fucking sweepers just to bust down my wall and say he wants to hang out with me???
Like does he know I work for the Index???
His name is- uh...Pringle. Lord Pringle, apparently.
One of the few survivors of the southern Middle Branch purge...guy is...interesting. Every time I've accidentally slighted him, I've gotten a way less bad punishment then I thought would happen, so I don't exactly know what's that about.
Oh and that fuckass Bloodfiend stalker of mine also is apart of this, because of course he is.
But there WAS a new face there.
He was kind of mysterious. Gave off massive Kurokumo clan vibes, or someone from the Pinky related to the House of Spiders somewhat. He seemed to take an intense uh...liking to me. He's 16 and I'm like 20, which has just made this SO much more uncomfortable, and I think the Will of the City agrees.
Oh but that cool R Corp Rabbit Clone guy was there! He's a bit naive, but the guys really fun to hang out with!
I can't believe I was kidnapped into having a friend group...
(The Index Messenger would be in the Eastern side of the Outskirts...A cold hellscape, almost arctic in nature...Music is eerie...small forests dot around the area...And old ruins...Even an old facility. The Index Messenger entered the old facility.)
Home good old home...
(She waded through mechanical oddballs...Ripped apart bodies..And odd, green crystals of an unknown substance. They glowed with an unnatural, eerie light, assimilating any mechanical objects and torn apart insides and corpses nearby.)
The crystals...These are new...It's like...antimatter...?
(The Index Messenger stares at a small patch of these crystals. They reflected, light shining and masking any human features in the reflections of the crystals.)
Weird...
Maybe a new Outskirts creature is here...
(She prepares her chainsaw polearm, the EGO gift fragment attached as it illuminates the area like a torch.)
W-Wait- (She sees...something. A figure.)
D-Dad...?
Is...Is that...? (Husky would nervously walk over, the form of her father seemingly here, his back turned to his child.)
(And then Husky stopped.) ...W-Wait...Your...No...Somethings wrong...
("Somethings wrong..." it muttered.)
(Fear ran through the Index Messengers veins. That's...Not her dad.)
("Isolate...Isolate...Alone....Alone...ALONE...ALONEALONEALONEALONEALONEALONEALONEALONE-" The thing that pretended to be her father turned around, neck snapping to 180 degrees upside down, as she sees those green crystals. Prismatic- light- replacing the human face. Replacing humanity.)
OH FUCK!?-
Ok but who keeps chucking riddles at my friends and why is it EGO gift/gear related???
What???
I feel like I'm out of the loop here...
OPENING FOR THE DISTRICT 9 BACKSTREETS MUSIC RING GALLERY!
Hi! If any of you are interested in learning how to manipulate the human body, or just things in general to create music, whether it be for fun, for money, or because you want to make that bitch John scream after he stole your art supplies, then this is the place for you!
WE HAVE:
Classes on how to string blood to create string Instruments!
Shaping your musical identity!
Beginner friendly courses on how to get started!
Relief for the people whose families were affected by the Pianist, and how to properly cope with the trauma!
Musical Therapy! (Some of you really need this I know)
A sense of shared purpose and community through love of music and art!
MONEY MAKING SKILLS
A place to test your creativity, and make the unconventional possible!
