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[greco-roman-jewess]

Antisemitism got you down.

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[thebacklogreviews]

Signalis dealt me critical emotional damage so I decided to make a video about it

Signalis Will Always Be a Love Story | Video Essay

Signalis is a game about identity, self-actualisation and loss, but above all else, Signalis is a love story. Unfortunately, I was unable to

[tr4narchist]

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 - evan / liam

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 - he / him

𝔞𝔤𝔢 - seventeen

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 - scream ; achtsam morden. ; heartbreak high ; dead boy detectives ; doctor who ; tcoaal ; supernatural ; marauders ; radio silence ; iwbft ; death note

𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 - msi ; mcr ; ärzte ; slime ; rotfront ; [punk]

𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔢𝔰 - drawing ; designing ; writing ; reading ; politics

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 - 👾 - fandom ; 🦝 ~ 🏴 (oc's and random)

[amiryllisthorn]

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[nevesmose]

I think the Replikas are in control of the gestalts in Signalis. Hear me out.

Sierpinski is a space gulag with replika guards. Fair enough. But then we get to the apartment building on Rotfront where, first of all, the blockwart is a Kolibri. A heavily armed Kolibri on the lookout for spies, who we can see from her computer has access to everyone's medical records and the right to enter someone's property whenever she feels like it:

So in that block at least, everyone lives under constant physical and bioresonant surveillance from the gremlin downstairs. Let's look at the report Ariane's teacher wrote about her:

So communal living with a Kolibri warden is the expected norm for everyone since the Revolution, and Ariane is considered suspect for not growing up this way.

Speaking of Ariane's teacher, there's a comment in the school memory about her:

Eule wipes it clean before she can note it down so I have to copy from Erika

Further supporting this is one of Ariane's notes:

So we can see that Eules are the ones who educate gestalts. Let's imagine that you, a gestalt kid, wake up in your apartment block and head out past the psychic replika who has awareness of everyone and everything in the building. Currently she's slowly pushing her steppy over to reach up to a bookshelf, but still.

Out the door with your gas mask on, remember not to look too hard at the great red eye and off via the metro to school where you can do a little light bullying of the kid with weird hair and then sit down to lessons from a pleasant, friendly Eule who regularly reports to her superiors about your political reliability.

That's not even taking into account the constant possibility of an Ara being inside your walls at any given moment, or the Storch/Star police brutality tag teams roaming around.

So on Rotfront at least, gestalts seem to live in a crushingly regimented culture of constant replika surveillance every bit as sterile and suffocating as the DDR the game draws inspiration from.

No wonder Ariane wanted to escape it any way she could.

By the way, I know Ariane is called the "gestalt officer" on the Penrose but she doesn't seem to have much actual seniority or control of anything beyond her radio communications work. Elster is the one who maintains the ship, and we know that she's dedicated enough to do that to the absolute limits of her endurance anyway no matter what state Ariane is in (😢) so it'd just be a case of ordering someone to fulfil the task they were literally created to do. Almost as if the officer title is a meaningless bauble designed to make the Penrose Progamme more appealing to gestalts.

[wealmostaneckbeard]

The three perception filters of Signalis are:

Elster: Everything we interact with is through Elster. It's unclear if the gaps in the narrative is because Elster is somehow denying us access. Or if her operating system has crashed and she's rebooted after some unknown force has transported her to a new location.

Various Gestalt's Memories: Somehow, through bioresonance, peoples memories are being physically recreated out of the flesh of Nowhere. But these are imperfect copies with left over tumor-like matter spilling from the walls. The surface areas (Penrose, Sierpinski, and Rotfront) are intact because each one has inhabitants who know their homes well. But the regions below are decaying as people forget and try not to think about old imperial churches, torture mazes, and toxic mines.

Eusan Nation Propaganda: This is the reason why the world building is so fragmentary. Citizens are only permitted to know things that are necessary, but the larger picture is hidden from them. The nation does not want its' citizens to know why The Great Revolutionary is in charge, only that she is.

[helios-two]

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[tokensofmyconfections]

Wake up

I find myself looking at a mirror again, the strange dream clawing me to consciousness. Or was it a dream? I can barely recalled it but I try to focus on making myself look presentable.

I still have a few more years before my mandated military service begins, but if I could, I wish I could delay it for much longer... not many of my friends who went before me came back and those that did returned slightly off. It scared me, but it's for the Eusan Nation and the greater good of the people. Why should I be afraid of duty?

Pulling on a warm jacket from my school uniform, leaving my room to head to the front of my home with my grandparents to help out before I go for the day, opening the door leading to the shop expecting to see the replika my grandparents hired to help with the kitchen. I see a note on the wall from my grandparents saying that they were going out to buy things for the bakery and sweetshop as well as a request for me to not forget to get my school shoes from the cobbler's as they should be finished being repaired. I smiled and go into the shop.

"Morning Maryann," I called out, being courteous so I didn't startle her again with what she called my silent gait... but I stop as a scent hit my nose.

It wasn't copper-y like gestalt blood normally is but... I rush into the room and I find Lilith on the floor, having spat up a good portion of her oxidant blue blood as she seemed to curl in on herself like how i used to as child when my stomach hurt.

"Mary? You ok? Do I need to call-" I rapidly start to ask when she pulled me down to the floor by my outstretched arm.

"H-hide," She choked out, more of her oxidant blood trying to pour past her lips.

I was about to ask her from what when her hand slipped from my arm and hit the floor just as I heard something gurgle and moan just beyond the serving counter. Despite her warning, I take a peek.