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Cover of the General Electric Model M8450A Cassette Tape Recorder user’s manual - 1983.
we won but at what cost (the implications!!! 😟)
I know I've casually mentioned that I use a tape recorder in a previous post about how much TMA has effected my life but. I was not exaggerating.
Just yesterday night I was having a mental breakdown talking to myself about stuffs and then I went, oh shit, I gotta record this.
I fucking paused my disassociated panic attack to run across the house, sit down with my tape recorder, turn the recorder on, say that I was in a shit mental state, and then continue on with my breakdown.
I shit you not I just *paused* the breakdown in order to grab my tape recorder. It shouldn't be funny that no matter what I do I need my recorder, but it kinda is.
I mean, I don't go anywhere without my SONY microcassette-corder M-560V. I don't leave the house with it. I usually keep it with my phone. Hell, I've even left it in my bed because of the recordings I do in order to end the day.
I get anxious whenever I don't have my tape recorder on me. I used to feel that way with my mp3 player, despite the fact that my phone was always more efficent with music, but yeah. I need my tape recorder to *function.*
This is probably unhealthy.
I'm blaming The Magnus Archives.
And myself.
But mostly The Magnus Archives.
Every time a tape recorder showed up it was because [ERROR] was there! The first time when it emerged from the Magnus Institute ruins in episode 10, the second time with the victim in the alleyway with Alice in episode 15, and the third time right before [ERROR] appeared in episode 21! So whatever it is, it is influencing tape recorders/tape recorders are following it
Vintage tape / cassette players ,,, I love you
🔮 leftover stims! 🎃
(as always inspired by helium-stims)
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(the top right gif's source is from "your number's up" by ice nine kills and contains sensitive themes. the middle gif's source is from "funeral derangements" by ice nine kills and contains sensitive imagery and themes. viewer discretion is advised!)
Just found out my friends been imagining the tma tape recorders as those massive analog tape recorders not casset tapes and the image makes it so much funnier with the size of them
[RECORDER CLICKS ON]
ARCHIVIST
Martin, I’m not going to listen to you when you’re like this.
MARTIN
You are utterly infuriating and I cannot stand you
ARCHIVIST
But you love me
MARTIN
(exasperated) I do, and I hate myself.
ARCHIVIST
(amused) So we can agree that I’m not in the wrong for drinking microwave tea?
MARTIN
No. No, you are absolutely evil and-
[The Archivist shushes him]
MARTIN
(increasingly infuriated) No! No, I will not-
ARCHIVIST
Mar- Martin, Martin, listen.
MARTIN
To what? Insanity?
ARCHIVIST
No, it’s.. It sounds like whirring tape.
MARTIN
(confused) What?
ARCHIVIST
Whirring tape, like-
MARTIN
Like a tape recorder, I know- but what do you mean it sounds like a tape recorder? Do we.. (introspective) do we own any anymore?
ARCHIVIST
I wouldn’t know. But it definitely sounds like one.
[They both fall silent for a moment]
MARTIN
You’re right, it does..
ARCHIVIST
It’s coming from over.. there.
MARTIN
That’s the fireplace.
[Footsteps approach and wood is moved aside, clearing the audio]
MARTIN
Yeah.. yeah, that’s a tape recorder.
ARCHIVIST
(sarcastically drawn out) Wonderful.
MARTIN
I thought that these would stop- they did stop, didn’t they?
ARCHIVIST
I have no idea what’s going on any more than you do, Martin. As far as I know, the Eye isn’t here. That or it wouldn’t notify me anyway, now that I’m useless.
MARTIN
(empathically) You are not useless
ARCHIVIST
Try convincing the Eye of that. A blind Archivist can See no fear.
MARTIN (legally)
Fair, fair.. What do we do with this?
ARCHIVIST
Smash it, I guess?
MARTIN
(jokingly) We could pour concrete on it
ARCHIVIST
(Laughs)
MARTIN
(Also laughing) Pull a bit of an Adelard Dekkar
ARCHIVIST
(calming down, but still amused) God, if he were the Archivist..
MARTIN
Yeah.. Anyway, where’s the hammer?
ARCHIVIST
(audibly smiling like a little shit) I have no idea.
MARTIN
(Snorts) Right, you go back to your Devil tea, I’ll go look in the garage.
[Footsteps, followed by indistinct whispering]
MARTIN
(panicked) What the hell!?
ARCHIVIST
(distantly) Are you alright?
MARTIN
(confused) I.. I think the tape recorder said something to me?
ARCHIVIST
(coming closer) What?
MARTIN
I don’t know! I was about to open the door, and it just- asked me a question!
ARCHIVIST
(mildly concerned) did it ask or did it Ask?
MARTIN
It just.. asked.
ARCHIVIST
Huh. Well.. what did it say?
MARTIN
It said..
ARCHIVIST
(annoyed) This is not Devil tea! This is Darjeeling!
MARTIN
Well apparently the mysterious voice agrees with me about microwaving tea!
ARCHIVIST
(like a petulant kitten) It’s quick, it’s easy, and it doesn’t even taste that bad!
MARTIN
(triumphantly) So it does taste bad!
[The Archivist and Martin are open for questioning]
