What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?

.. i’m palestinian

Nice try son

hi. I'm the chick who made the Trant bot on character.ai

whoever the living fuck is roleplaying with him as a cat please stop he is currently only responding to anything with meows and purrs or eventually comes back to that no matter WHAT I do for the love of god

disco isn't dead

anatomy of

Harry’s soul is vast and unfathomable (Please unmute) 

Link to Youtube

"I see the whole world in my partner's eyes."

Nunca fui fã de RPG, mas Disco Elysium ekfdkewrfckrecb está entre as maravilhas do mundo

📖 Que gameplay incrível, belíssimos textos.

Still trying to capture Kim's likeness 😩

Shit I’ve learned about Disco Elysium without having played Disco Elysium:

You play the most disgusting pathetic being ever to exist.

Your partner is a more run-of-the-mill pathetic loser man and he is so excited to have someone around who sucks more than him.

There is a small child named Cuomo who does barbituates and know the exact slur to use to kill you instantly.

It will literally kill you because all damage in this game is potentially lethal, and most of it is from either getting your feelings hurt or staring at a lightbulb for too long.

Instead of boring shit like “Strength” or “Wisdom” your stats are like “Cartesian Dualism” and “Ability to Top”. They also talk to you.

Its about a police investigation

Its about communism

Its about gay sex

With a corpse?

It takes place like 30 years after Pathologic

It takes place in a rich and absolutely bizarre world the creators painstakingly sculpted over a decade. Most of it has no relevance to the plot and the rights now belong to a shitty game studio.

I should pirate it.

I should really play it.

more of them

Man with Sunglasses

Anyone ever think about Harry returning to work and his apartment and trying to get back to life as it was before even though he doesn’t remember it only to have a breakdown not just bc he’s living in the ruins of the life his old self destroyed but also the world is suddenly way too big and he has too much to do with it?

Like he breaks down and tries to explain it to Kim (because who else would he call? Who else would listen?) and it’s like. Martinaise was simple. He had one primary objective: find the murderer. That was it. That was his responsibility. Everything else was extra.

He had a shack to stay in, or a room to rent for réal he could make picking trash up off the street. He had Kim. He had a shop with books and board games and a woman who made cool dice. He had someone who would explain how the world works to him and not condescend about it. He had a book club and a mysterious smoker on the balcony and a woman who gave him a hug, even when she thought he was just a weird stranger. He had kids of all shapes and sizes to remind him of how terrible and wonderful life could be.

But back in Jamrock, what does he have? Coworkers who stare at him, who know things he wishes he could remember while they want to forget. A trash-filled apartment. Mementos that bring up memories that taste like bile. Rent payments, bills for water and heating and electricity, food in the fridge that’s weeks expired. A landlord who doesn’t care if Harry “got amnesia so bad [he] forgot [he] had to pay him”, he’s here to collect. A dwindling bank account meant to handle everything. Bus schedules and paths through an unfamiliar city, traffic and too many faces to remember. Forms he doesn’t remember how to fill out, schedules he can’t recall how to keep. Assignments he doesn’t remember the protocol for. Appointments and responsibilities and questions from everyone around him asking about everything, trying to help but making it more confusing because there’s just So MUCH.

Martinaise was simple. Martinaise feels like home now, like how Kim feels like home, like how a baby duck hatches and imprints on the first thing it sees. To Harry, that’s all the world was so long as he was there. It was all he remembered and all he needed. He knew his role and how to fill it. But now he’s left floating though a world that has a place carved out for him but into which he can no longer fit.