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Me: wow avid is so paranoid, I wonder what it looks like from his perspective!
I am then shot four times
Something that has been depressing me about Ultrakill ever since I realized it is that in the opening area of 5-4, you can hear the Ferryman's chime playing.
That sounds like nothing, doesn't it? But come with me for a moment, and think about it for a moment.
Wrath as a layer has been fundamentally upended, what once was the River Styx flooded by billions of souls, displacing the once swamp-like landscape into an endless sea, filled with the long-still bodies of those who wished only to breathe from the surface one last time. The Ferryman has spent Millennia providing safe passage for as many people as he possibly could, his once-humble rowboat having ballooned out to an entire ocean liner in the vain hope that it would finally be enough to save the souls of those drowning in the Ocean Styx. But it was never enough; it never could be. For every husk plucked from the waves, a thousand, a million more rise to take its place. Were it not for Gabriel's intervention, he too would have slipped below the waves, succumbing to God's folly. The Ferryman was doomed from the very start, trying desperately to save a people who were damned with or without him. And now... no one will. The Ferryman, the last hope of these tortured souls, is dead; his ship in a thousand pieces at the bottom of the starless sea. The bells call out endlessly to their savior, echoing forever into the distance with no one to answer them. It's haunting.
As a Mechquest superfan that played through AQW's latest release (/forgealbedo for when read in the future) I need you all to know that AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (positive)
That is all
I’m telling you rn Ryan Bergara is basically the denzel crocker of Puppet History I can feel it
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@pactclawed 🍰 SHORTCAKE—what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! ⟶ still accepting!
ALMOND CAKE—a sweet baked hand-food that can be found all over the western heartlands, the sword coast, and northwest faerûn. when he was younger, this was daemon's asked treat every time for his birthday.
ALMOND BRITTLE—can you see a pattern here? almond brittle is common similar where almond cake is found. this sweet candy-esque treat is 'made up of thinly-sliced almonds, set inside squares of caramelized sugar'. it has a crunch that he finds perfectly paired when having a sweet tooth craving.
MONKEY BALLS—a dessert treat. it can be found the city of baldur's gate on the sword coast. the recipe is stated as: 'makes about forty monkey balls. the ingredients for the treat were mixed in two batches. the first batch was a mix of half a cup of peanut butter, one-third of a cup of honey, half a cup of granola, half a cup of crushed "cheery" cereal, half a cup of oatmeal, a dash of nutmeg and cinnamon. the second batch was a mix of a cup of sugar, a quarter cup of cocoa, a quarter cup of butter, a quarter cup of milk, and a dash of vanilla. the first batch's ingredients were mixed, leaving oatmeal out, and rolled into coin-sized bills that were then rolled in oats. the second batch was all boiled together for three and a half to four minutes. when smooth, the mix was taken off the heat and used to dip monkey balls in. these treats were served along with a recited poem, according to dradeel's mother.'
these sweet and gracious monkey balls, served on plates and sold from stalls, bring madness to these hallowed halls of urban academe. huzzaks for chocolate monkey balls! we'll eat them 'til the ceiling falls, 'til time herself tears down these walls of urban academe. so buy yourself a monkey ball, savour it and then stand tall, a bulwark 'gainst the deaf'ning call of urban academe.
and yes daemon does recite this still if he's ever in luck to have this treat.
SO THE 2.2 PREVIEW PAGE SAID THAT GOLD MADE THE RIFTHOUNDS AND THEY'VE GOT ANOTHER NAME AFTER SOIL AND IM FREAKING OUT