Thorp Design | Propuesta para el Bishopsgate Goods Station | Londres, Reino Unido | 1972

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Thorp Design | Propuesta para el Bishopsgate Goods Station | Londres, Reino Unido | 1972
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Still a fun movie to watch! c:
Mag 29 - Cheating Death
Nathaniel Thorp, 04.06.1972, Charlestown, Massachusetts
Nathaniel Thorp is illiterate and instead has his story recorded by Fiona Law. He begins his statement by discussing a folktale
Once there was a brave and noble soldier at the battle of Bunker Hill, who, after a long night of gambling and drinking, fled battle discovering he had been shot. He took shelter in the cellar of a house to escape the rain, and there he found Death.
The soldier, feeling his life slip away and desperate, challenged Death to a game of of chance. The soldier was originally offered chess or dominoes, but instead he selected Faro. If he won, Death promised that the soldier would not die.
The game seemed to stretch on for hours, days, and many times the soldier feared he would lose. Growing desperate, he relied on his slight of hand skills to cheat, praying that Death would not notice. He won, but the triumph and euphoria of having cheated Death soon turned to ash in his hands. Death started to laugh as muscle, flesh, sinew, and blood reformed around his ancient bones, while the soldier’s fell off his own in clumps, and he started to scream. Before him stood a monk. The soldier cried out, “You said I’d live if I won!”, and the monk simply shook his head and said “No I didn’t.”
At this point, Nathaniel reveals himself to have been the soldier, who supposedly “died” in 1775. He spent 2 centuries in this state along with other “Deaths” who came to people who were on the verge of death, but also killed those who were not. Eventually, he won a game of roulette and returned to his flesh form. He had been “alive” for two years, but food and drink made him unwell, and he couldn’t sleep, and didn’t seem to age. He had a craving for something, but couldn’t quite place what.
Note: During the statement he cut off his own finger to prove his point. Fiona Law died during complications in a liver transplant in 2003, and so couldn’t follow up on the statement. Included in it was a hexagonal bone faro token, which crumbled to dust when Jon picked it up. Avatars of the end seem to not only be concerned with the deaths of others - but anxiety around death generally and what that process (or the withholding of that process) entails. Jon notes that Elias was also there at the time, but working as a filing clerk, and that Gertrude was the archivist at the time.
Entities: The end
Names mentioned:
Nathaniel Thorp
Fiona Law
Gertrude Robinson
Elias Bouchard
Hm, a little fanart for @akebakke / @daddy-dingus TwT
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Chirp Sailor & Thomas Mask
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Meechee stole all of Thorp’s brain cells
Draw migo and gang plsssssss
I didn't know who 'gang' was so here's everyone
Red with Rage
*set years before the film when Meechee is still a kid*
"What is it Meechee?" Stonekeeper asked his little girl who came to him with that look of wonder she gets from time to time.
"Daddy, is there a stone that says why you have red eyes?" She asked. Meechee has met every yeti in the village and found that only her dad had warm red eyes.
The father picked the daughter up holding her in his arms. "No sweetie, my eyes are just red. There's nothing special about them."
Meechee was a smart yeti, and she knew for a fact that there was something special about her dad's eyes. "Okay Daddy." She hopped down from his hold and ran off to go play.
It was about two years later when the issue came up again.
"Thorp you know that's not true. You know Dad loves you just as much as he loves the village." She said to her brother who was throwing chunks of stone and ice off into the clouds.
The older sibling huffed "easy for you to say, he picked you to be the next stonekeeper." He turned towards her with red eyes.
Meechee gasped in fear at the new color in her brothers eyes. With a hard swallow she grabbed his arm gently, "and as my brother I love you more than the village Thorp. We are family right?"
Hearing how genuen and kind his sister was being brought him out his anger. "I'm sorry Meech. It's just- you know." He sighed as she brought him into a hug. After he calmed down the red was less visable in his eyes, but they weren't the same purple like they were before.
It was then she figured out that red came from the anger bubbling up in them. And it wasn't till later that she felt that rage herself.
They were running for their lives away from the smallfeey chasing them. "Just go. We can't lead them back to the village." Migo said running back down the mountain to lead their prosuers away. Tears streamed down Meechee's cheek as the rest of them ran away. How could he just do that, didn't he know how this was going to hurt them, how it was going to hurt his father.
Moments later a roar from down the mountain made them look back, by the time the turned around the saw Migo surrounded by smallfeet with their sticks of thunder pointed at him. Thunder boomed more and more until their friend dropped into the snow.
"Migo!" Meechee screamed in pain for her friend. Ripping her arm from her father's grip she rushed down the mountain screaming his name.
Down below the soliders were circling the collapsed yeti when they noticed the roaring getting closer to them, and it was closing in fast. The treeline practically exploded as a purple yeti with red eyes burst into the clearing with a head splitting roar.
Meechee came out the forest swinging at the smallfeet encroaching on Migo. The soliders that didn't go flying ran away in self preservation and those who could get up crawled away in fear. "Migo! Wake up! Wake up Migo! Wake up!" She cried as she rolled him onto his back shacking her friend lying prone on the floor. The burning behind her eyes turned into tears dripping on the the snow. Now she too knew rage that burned red.
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Man I didn't intend it to be that long and emotional at the end but man did I love writing it