not ready to post the music itself, but I wanted to share this lovingly edited album cover for a wip Revacholian themed playlist <3

the featuring song ...

the problem I tend to have with disco elysium video essays is that the video essayist is simply not insane enough about it, I have at least four tumblr mutuals who could make the same point but better and with quotes from 5 different routes, an untranslated estonian novel, a book by hegel and a manifesto by some obscure russian anarchist no one has ever heard of

hey pjõl fandom (all five of you) this is my very important contribution

well it makes me feel pathetic and uncomfortable and bad and i think thats awesome

easy there, tiger / it's a meat grinder

The way the Pale is described, I can't help but think of Michael Biberstein's works:

You forgot the most powerful magic of all, the magic of alcoholism and mental illness

And the pjõl trio (+ Zigi)

“I’m making you into a cretin, ya feelin’ it??"

It is actually remarkably easy to reconcile the pale as a metaphor for climate change, the pale as a metaphor for nostalgia and the pale as a metaphor for apathy. Because the secret is these things are all caused by capitalism, which the pale is also a metaphor for.

I'm reading Sacred and Terrible Air rn and I had to do a double-take when I saw this illustration

"The hull of the ship bears the beautiful inscription “Harnankur” in the Graad script."

Yeah no that just says "pfkifiogk" in Georgian 😭😭

"tereesz as defoe and oranges meme isn't real, he can't hurt you--"

disco elysium / l'internationale, eugene pottier / history, antonio gramsci / sacred and terrible air, robert kurvitz / revolution, vladimir mayakovsky / words of a rebel, peter kropotkin

A sad little reminder for all the DE and pjõl fans

Disco Elysium: Revachol is a city unlike any other. A great city, a turning point in the history of the world. A great mass of connected tissue, a piece of meat divvied up by major world powers after the single most devastating war in recorded history. It is a city of shining lights and bullet-pocked concrete and rain-slick streets. There is no city in the world with more contrasts than Revachol. The broken, magnificent, disgraced former capital of the world. A great sky on fire, reflecting off broken glass. Revachol the Monarchy, Revachol the Commune, Revachol the Administrative Region where all forms of government have failed. Revachol the Resolver, the answer to the great burning questions of history.

Pjõl: Hey so someone blew up Revachol. The whole thing. Yeah it's gone now. This is gonna be mentioned exactly one time by a secondary protagonist using it as leverage in an argument with his girlfriend. Don't worry about it.

Mesque's fleet of world enders, black like a pot, appears on the horizon of Revachol. In the fashion capital. They're [...] asking, what' that ominous chimney smoke over the ocean, like storm clouds?

In the leather-seat-scented rustle of the radio, they talk about an atomic weapon that was dropped on Revachol three hours ago. The female announcers voice is calm and beautiful.

Hi I just finished Sacred and Terrible Air and it did irreparable damage to my brain + In '72, year of the nuking of Revachol (if i remember correctly), Kim would have been 64, Harry 65 and I will never recover from this knowledge