#maskology

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per la categoria 'upcycling', i vincitori sono sicuramente i cinesi aria.duan e Zhijun Wang.

scarica il pdf e guarda il video tutorial per confezionare il modello DIY 'Maskology' direttamente nel loro sito

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[nctforgiven]

@maskology called

They’re not a bad person. 

Wanting answers for all the shit that has ruined your life does not a bad person make. Reacting violently to someone sneaking around doesn’t not a bad person make. And they aren’t a bad person. 

(Rewind.)

Sass hadn’t been doing much of anything. They’d been in the back room of the church they now called their temporary home with a box of tools and a YouTube tutorial playing on how to fix a heating unit. They were bad at it, and their hands were freezing, shaking too badly to be able to unscrew what needed unscrewed without constantly dropping the damn screwdriver. They were getting frustrated. It was as simple as that. 

And so they’d shut the video off and gone back to the main part of the church and taken out their gloves to try and just sit awhile. Maybe they should just go and buy a space heater. Might be easier then this. 

At least the stereo still worked. 

Music played quietly, as they shift to lay down on a pew. Focusing a moment, a brief moment on nothing. Relaxing. 

The track skips slightly before the next song plays; 

(Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River...)

And they’d heard something. Or felt something. They don’t know what it was but it had them sit upright, even more cold then they’d been a moment ago, as they’d been dumped right into the Shenandoah River. Breathing faster, heart pounding in their chest. 

But fear wouldn’t do them any good. They’d learned that early on, a young child scared and hiding but being found out anyway. Fear helped nothing. Fear tripped you up, froze you in place. Fear was a death sentence. And they weren’t about to die today. 

(Take me home, Country Roads....)

So they stood. Checked the laces on their boots. Pulled on their coat. And went outside with a flashlight. They could still hear the music playing quietly from behind the walls. 

(The radio reminds me of my home far away...)

(...home yesterday, yesterday)

They see what they normally see outside the church. The dark. The woods. A dirt road. A sign out front declaring the name of the church and the times of worship, or. It did once. It’s long since faded away. 

But nothing that would have made them so jumpy. And so they’d walked back around, when they saw him. It. At the time they didn’t know. Nothing but intense determination gripped them, the knowledge that they would be surviving this encounter. 

Wanting to live didn’t make them a bad person. 

Picking up a two by four off the ground, old, cracked wood fallen off the paneling of the building and throwing the flashlight at him? it? them? as a distraction didn’t make them a bad person. 

Swinging the plank of wood hard enough to knock the masked figure out cold on the ground didn’t make them a bad person. Just someone who wanted to live. 

And they weren’t a bad person for dragging him inside and tying him to a chair. That only made them a person who wanted answers. 

Music played as they waited. They paced. They mumbled along to the lyrics. But felt very, very little. Mind was racing, trying to put things together. They knew Marble Hornets, of course, it was one of the first things they’d investigated. They knew Masky. They knew Tim. But there were things they still hadn’t been able to put together. And now he was here. One of them, or both of them? They didn’t know. 

But answers were there, just at their fingertips. 

All they had to do was wait. 

And that’s where they were now. Waiting. Pacing. Music playing from the stereo. Wild and intense, much like their new found mood. 

(Hear the dogs howlin’ out of key / To a hymn called faith and misery)

They haven’t taken off his mask. Not yet. But they’re itching to. They just need to wait a little longer. Blue eyes, almost too blue, bore down on the unconscious figure. Waiting.