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pony town <3
#ponty town#pt#pony town#pony town game#mcsm#mcsm jesse#mcsm female jesse#mcsm petra#mcsm lukas#mcsm harper#mcsm ivor#bugtalksorsomething
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Just saying if you think this is funny to make...at all?? you need to log off. You’re not funny, you aren’t a comedian. If making jewish people uncomfortable in a game is your goal you need to really get off the internet and talk to real people, touch grass. TAKE A FUCKING HISTORY CLASS AND UNDERSTAND WHAT YOURE DOING IS HARMFUL.
^^^^^^^ screenshots of this persons pony incase anyone wants to report or avoid them. this is absolutely disgusting i can’t put it in words.
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I am sorry people of Wales, but Fireman Sam imprinted on me so much I cannot think of anything else when I hear a Welsh person talk.
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Hello KFAM! How many on here are fans of the genre and the films the narrative is inspired by? When you get a chance, feel free to plug an answer in,
I know the game references and is inspired by an absolute shipload of things peppered everywhere in the game which I adore it for but pls I only hope to keep this poll a little simple lol. feel free to comment/reply to each other about this below!
#killer frequency#I ALSO HAVEN'T WATCHED THE MOVIE PONTY'S WHOLE DEAL IS INSPIRED BY!! as well as forrest's supposedly! one day i'll get to that#tbh Elm Street is probably only referenced by the town map ig? it's not like there are psychic killers. yet#also mildly surprised at the severe lack of clowns or clown references in game! did anyone catch a red balloon anywhere or anything? wow
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How Far Obsession Goes
(Killer Frequency spoilers)
Henry Barrows x fem!reader
Warnings: murder, obsessive behavior, violence, minor character death, suggestive, blood mentioned, main character being to shocked to do anything , non-consensual sexual behavior and actions(?) , not proofread, rushed
Summary: Henry and reader were good friends, now dating, but little does reader know, Henry is in love with her. Obsessed with her. And as the the Whistling Man returns, Henry let’s reader knows about how deep his feelings are.
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Look at me more.
Smile at me more.
Love me more.
The three phrases echoed in Henry’s mind. He knew his girlfriend loves him. He knows she’s faithful to him. No need to feel like this, but he wants more. Henry wished he could just have her in his arms all the time. Her soft and warm skin against his. Her scent overwhelming his nose, making him drunk from it. Her arms around him as if she needs to be protected. Her pretty head on his chest, the weight from her body pressing more onto him. He needed more.
Henry looked at his reflection before taking a deep breath in, looking down at a picture of his lovely girlfriend. Such a beauty, a shame that he couldn’t be with her every second of their lives. Boy does he wish he can. He stuffed the photo franticly into the pocket of his coat.
“Ready?” His mother asked. She handed him a blade. Henry slowly nod, taking the blade and putting it in his other pocket. His mother grabbed his cheeks and pressed a kiss on his forehead.
“Try your best not to get distracted. This town has to pay. Make me proud.”
Henry gave his mother another nod, but he knew he was going to get distracted. His true love isn’t with him. She’s with a friend instead since he had to make an excuse and an alibi for the night. All he could think was maybe, just maybe he could check up on her between kills.
Look at me
Smile at me
Touch me
Love me
“I’m glad we could hang out.” Alex smiled as he grabbed a soft drink from the mini fridge in the bedroom.
“Yeah, I’m happy you could make it!” She agreed, sitting at the end of the bed.
“I know that this day of the year is hard for you. Thought you would like some company.”
“Yeah, appreciate it.” Alex nod, sitting on the floor next to the bed. He held his drink from the top, letting it dangle over his knee.
“I’m surprised that your boyfriend allowed this.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, puzzled by his words. Alex laughed lightly, looking up at her.
“You know, he’s just so protective over you. I get that you two are dating, but he doesn’t got to guard you that much.”
She lightly laughed.
“He means no harm. Henry is a good guy.” She waved it off. She went down the stairs and grabbed Ponty’s Pizza. She played some music and offered Alex some pizza.
“Come on, let’s talk about something else, yeah?”
Look at me
Smile at me
Touch me
Laugh with me
Love me
Henry wiped the blood of his blade. He stared at the lifeless eyes from the man he had just killed. He grabbed his phone and called his mother.
“Mom, I’ll go for him. I know where he’s at.”
“Ok. Be careful. Call me when you’re done. Then we’ll head to the station.”
Henry quickly muttered a ‘I love you’ to his mother before hanging up. He pulled out the picture of his true love. Oh how beautiful his girlfriend is. Every bit of her. Oh he loves her so much. Maybe a little too much. No, that’s not possible. You can never love someone too much. His mother proved that. All of this for his father. He would do the same for her. She could even ask him to and he would. There was no limit to what he would do for her. He thinks of her daily, over a million times.
Henry put the photo away and glanced at the body. Yeah, he would do this for his sweet love in a heartbeat. He put the blade away and walked over to her house. It was just perfect. He gets to see her and kill a target. And so her how deep his love for her goes.
Look at me
Smile at me
Touch me
Laugh with me
Think of me
Love me
She held Alex in her arms as he cried. His empty soda can forgotten on the ground with quite a few beers. Alex clinging on her sleeves.
“Just why my parents, you know?” The sobbing, drunken Alex sniffled.
“On this…fucking day too!” She pat his back, gently shushing him.
“You aren’t alone Alex. You’re ok.” She comforted him. Alex hiccuped, looking up at her.
“Yeah, I got you, don’t I?” He slurred a bit. Alex forced her on the bed, ignoring her scream and discomfort.
“Alex, no! Let me go!” She screeched. Alex brought his face closer with a more sickly smile.
“Come on. Do you know how, long I waited to get with you?” Alex gritted his teeth, sounding frustrated and upset.
“That Henry fuck ruined it all!” She flinched by his shout.
“Alex, please,” She whispered as panic continued to build.
Panic builder up, but no longer from Alex.
Alex suddenly got off of her, hitting the floor hard. A masked man in a long trench coat, the Whistling Man, grabbed him, throwing him against the desk and from wall to wall. Her frantic screams helped nothing as Alex got his serve beating.
The Whistling Man pulled out his blood stained knife with one hand, the other keeping Alex against the wall with a ball of his shirt. The blade being shoved deep inside Alex’s stomach. The Whistling Man took the blade out and threw Alex on the floor. He turned him over after getting on top, rising the knife with both hands.
Me
He stabbed the knife into his chest.
Me
He stabbed his chest again.
Me
And again.
Me
And again.
M e
Again.
The Whistling Man stabbed Alex directly in the heart, adding pressure as he watched him take his final breath. He tilted his head before taking the knife out. He turned to the mortified woman. He grabbed her as she tried to run out of the door.
“Shhh.” He turned her around and sat her on the bed. He took the mask off, revealing it was her boyfriend.
“Henry?!” She screeched, desperately trying to get away.
“Baby, he can’t hurt you anymore, it’s ok. I’m here.” He forced her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. Henry ignored her scared rambling and attempt to get away.
“Look at me,” He said calmly, grabbing her cheek with a hand.
“I will kill anyone for you. Understood? Anyone.” His sickly obsessed eyes staring into hers. He rubbed her cheek as he kept a firm grasp on her, but not enough to hurt her.
“I love you, ok?” He whispered. He lightly jerked her head as she tried to glance at Alex’a deceased body.
“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” He demanded. Her fearful eyes looking back at Henry.
“Much better,” He slightly smiled.
“Don’t try to run away. You got it?” He told her. She very slowly nodded her head, following his instructions. Henry wrapped his arms around just below her waist, laying his body over her legs. He felt her loud and fast beating heart, her visible shaking. He let out a content sigh, looking up at her. His eyes were no longer loving. Something darker and twisted, more deep.
Obsession.
“I would do anything for you.”
Look at me more.
Smile at me more.
Touch me more.
Laugh with me more.
Think of me more.
Love me more.
More more more.
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#fan fic writing#killer frequency#killer frequency x reader#killer frequency spoilers#henry barrow x reader#the whistling man x reader#the whistling man#x reader
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Researching the name of one of the waterfalls I visited. The English name is so dull compared. I've noticed this happens with a lot with Welsh place names. Their English versions are often named by what the Welsh words sound like in English, and therefore they often lose their meaning entirely.
A town in the Welsh valleys, for an example, is called Pontypool. You probably read that as Pont-ee-pool. Meaning... a kind of... ponty... type of... pool?? (whatever that is). The Welsh name is Pont-y-pŵl. Pont means bridge in Welsh, pŵl means faded or dull and Y in Welsh is 'the' (pronounced ugh). So the literal translation is Bridge-the-faded or Faded Bridge.
The waterfall is called Sgwd Gwladus which has mutated into Gwladys and then the English is Lady Waterfall or Lady Falls, based on the latter half of the mutated name. Which has nothing to do with anything. Gwladus is the name of one of the daughters of the 5th century King, King Brycheiniog, of which the national park the waterfall is in, takes its name from: Bannau Brycheiniog.
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Forrest Nash x Reader -- "I worry for you."
Content -- Mute Reader! Genderfluid Reader!
A/n -- Part two in continuation of my last one! Enjoy reading and I'm sorry if it's not to your liking!
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It was another end to their shift, Peggy and Forest said their goodbyes.
Fumbling with his keys, after locking the door to KAFAM, he turned around to see you already behind him with a smile.
Forrest jumped back, his eyes widening as he held his chest, taking notice on how his heart jumped to his throat fastly.
"Y/n.. your here, why?" He points to you, his eyebrows furrowed.
Your wrote on your notebook and showed him the writing.
Bored and in need of a cure, wanna hang?
You held the notebook under your eyes to see Forrests face and after a beat, Forrest looked at you and nodded.
You beamed and quickly hid you notebook and pencil in your tote bag. Forrest hadn't admitted it yet, but during he and Peggy's show his mind kept wandering to you.
During breaks, while hearing Peggy say that there was another caller in the line. He doesn't know why but, he was worried. Worried that, it was the killer calling him, taunting him that he has one of his friends lives in the line.
He wasn't close with you but was worried that you would spend your months here and suddenly get killed by The Whisperer and die, knowing that he was the only friend you had in this messed up town.
Forrest was beginning to be lost in thought before he was brought back to reality with your tugging and pulling. He blinks, letting out a deep inhale and he stares at you, looking at your annoyed expression.
"Ah sorry, let's go." He lifted a foot and started walking across the roads with you by his side.
He had his hands hidden in a pockets and his eye were darting around the buildings the both of you passed.
After what seemed like a beat, he felt your cold touch link your elbows together making him shudder.
He shifts his gaze, surprised and sees you beaming brightly as you looked at the buildings, seeing your bright smile made him ease and felt a tender smile curl up the corner of his lips. All of this seemed new to you but Forrest, it wasn't.
After all this walking had made you hungry. You stopped you and Forrest and pointed to a building called Pontys Pizza?
Forrest stared at the building and saw Ponty through the window, laughing with his employees by the counter and scowl grew on his face.
He tugged you a little, pulling you away. "Sorry Y/n it's just that... they don't really have good food." You noticed the bitterness in his gruff voice and realized it was probably for the best.
"Sorry, I'll make it up to you, I'll cook." He assured you looking, down at you with a smile and you decided to nod, giving in.
You both reached your apartment and it still looked blank, paint peeling off and boxes left unopened, there was only a single futon laid out in one of the rooms and there was a couch and a TV in the living room, along with a coffee table in the middle.
The kitchen, was packed, the fridge was already full and there were already enough cooking supplies.
It already had been 6 days since you moved in but the shifts at the hospital was being more often. The head nurse treated you nicely but for some, they were cold and distant and would leave you at the desk to deal with the patients while they smoked outside and would only come in if it was needed.
You fell on the couch and you let yourself sink into the couch, one leg propped up the back of your sofa and the other dangling loosely off the side.
"Comfortable already?" Forrest said, smiling as he walked into the kitchen like it was his. You nodded, your eyes fluttered shut.
Forrest looked into the drawers to see a cookbook and decided to use it.
Not long, you heard clattering and sizzling along with paper crackling as if it was being flipped.
Curious, you opened a eye open and saw Forrest with his back turned, clearly using an apron of yours and looking at book while calmly scraping the spatula against the pan.
You could see that he was swaying to his own hum and the sight made you smile.
You returned to your rest. Not long, you felt a nudge near your ankle and you open a eye with a smile.
Forrest still has the apron on and he was holding two plates and he had placed one on the coffee table.
You sit up and Forrest hands you a plate with salad and chicken you bought from the grocery store not too long ago.
You looked up at Forrest and signed a thank you. You didn't know sign language but you learned some phrases and words just in case you didn't have your notebook.
He nodded with a confused smile and you just chuckled to yourself and started digging in the food he made along with him, it was delicious, you didn't know he was good cook.
You hummed happily, kicking your feet, appreciating the flavor.
After you were finished, you set down the plate on the table and picked up the remote and switched to a channel that was showing your favortie show.
You sunk in your couch and smiled, watching happily with Forrest.
Not long, your eyelids fell heavy and your fell asleep, your head falling on Forrests shoulder.
Forrest flinched and looked down to see you already fast asleep, knees brought to your chest. Forrest eased again, appreciating your face under the dimly litten TV light.
He slowly moved away and places your head on the arm rest and put his jacket over you since he didn't want to enter your room as he felt like he would be intruding.
He placed the dishes on the sink and washed it himself and placed it on the counter.
He hung the apron on the hook at your front door and gently patted your head goodbye after he cleaned the mess.
"Sleep well..." He whispered before leaving, locking the door after him.
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A/n - I honestly wasn't thinking about making a part two about this but here I am!! I hope you enjoyed that and sorry if it wasn't to your liking, that is all and hope you had a great day and.. Part 3?
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Il primo progetto fu l’Edilnord di Berlusconi di Brugherio, un circuito di palazzi e appartamenti per circa 4mila abitanti. Un programma edilizio (relativamente tradizionale ma) che, complice la pubblicità sui grandi quotidiani, riscosse un buon successo, nonostante la posizione decentrata rispetto a Milano.
“Fu quello lo spunto per la successiva costruzione di Milano 2, con la progettazione partita nel 1967 e i primi edifici consegnati nella primavera del ’71.
Berlusconi (contrariamente all'Avv. Agnelli, ndr) nutriva un’idiosincrasia per le automobili (...) da qui l’idea di un quartiere con tre diversi canali viabilistici, uno per il traffico veicolare, uno per i ciclisti e uno per i pedoni, per garantire maggiore sicurezza ai residenti.
A Milano 2 la strada è ribassata di due metri rispetto al quartiere, con una serie di passerelle pedonali a scavalco, le strade sono come un fiume intervallato da ponti. ‘I bambini possono andare a scuola da soli’ era uno degli slogan coi quali si reclamizzava il progetto”.
Cos’altro? “Il verde. (...) Un concetto di abitare che puntava alla qualità di vita, un contesto dove ci si potesse sentire anche un po’ in vacanza. Era una rivoluzione, se consideriamo che erano i tempi dei casermoni in stile Scampia. Una formula a mio avviso ancora attuale, benché per l’intellighenzia dell’epoca Milano 2 fosse una sorta di ghetto per ricchi”.
Durante la progettazione, prosegue Hoffer, “io, Berlusconi, Ragazzi e Possa facemmo un viaggio nel Nord Europa, per studiare le new towns di Londra, Copenaghen e Stoccolma. Tutto non ci convinse, gli ambienti ci sembrarono freddi e così optammo per architetture più tradizionali, con colori caldi”.
“Cosa si potrebbe cambiare di Milano 2? I negozi risultano un po’ dispersi nel quartiere, quando invece si sarebbe potuto sfruttare la piazza centrale come sede di un centro commerciale. In origine era proprio questa l’idea (...)”.
via https://www.ilgiorno.it/milano/cronaca/enrico-hoffer-berlusconi-milano-2-mbkxgz0r
Enrico Hoffner, architetto autore di Milano2.
Le auto fora dai ball senza penalizzarle né rallentarle, csa che fa aumentare i gas di scarico che respiriamo come fanno gli urbanistoidi benecomunisti d'oggidì; in più separazione dei traffici, evitando di esporre ciclisti e monopattinari al fine di alzare l'indignaziò dei babbei urbani. E tanto verde orizzontale godibile da tutti, manutenuto e immersivo, non "boschi verticali" per pochi o parchi pubblici incolti per pisciare il cane, spacciare e farsi. Anche Canale 5, nato come "tv di quartiere" (questo un po' ghettizzante, ma è Netflix cinquanta anni prima).
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Sophia Loren with her son Carlo jr photographed by Lord Snowdon for Vogue, 1969
"Chipi showed me how to fly like a bird":
Sophia and Chipi in a Roman sarcophagus, now a fountain at the end of a vine-covered walk leading from the villa Ponti. The villa, begun in the 16th century on the site of an earlier Roman villa, is near the town of Marino, 13 miles from Rome, within the wide circle of residences built by cardinals and their family around the Pope's summer palace.
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Pontypool (2008)
Pontypool, based off of the 1995 novel 'Pontypool Changes Everything' by Tony Burgess, is a story about a small group of people trapped inside a radio station, desperately trying to find out the truth of the madness that's transforming the world around them. It's also about hope, about learning to care about others, and about the coolest zombie virus concept I have ever heard of.
It bears a lot of similarities to the 2023 game Killer Frequency- a disgraced former big-shot radio host who's been relocated to a small town, a station producer trying to reign him in and keep things on track, and a terror that unfolds right outside their doors that, at first, they only hear about through callers. There's even a reference to it in the game- I can't imagine it's a coincidence that there's a character named Ponty who features repeatedly.
Review under the cut, and as always, beasties and ghouls, there will be SPOILERS AHEAD!
Pontypool is an unusual entry into the zombie/virus outbreak subgenre. Many of the typical hallmarks are not featured- there's very little gore, no hero with a gun, and with only a small handful of characters, there's no Death Fodder.
It does, however, feature a scattering of details that enhance the experience on subsequent viewings- Grant Mazzy's encounter with the strange woman before he gets to work becomes more chilling as it becomes clear that the virus has spread that far before the characters even know it exists.
The tension builds slowly, coming in the form of calls from listeners and their 'field agent' Ken. Strange things are afoot in Pontypool, with people chanting nonsense, usual callers not reaching out, and employees pulling no-call no-shows, but it's hard to verify any of the claims when they have no visual confirmation.
Pontypool uses the isolation of the radio station and the uncertainty of the truth to create its horror, along with very good sound design, and does a fantastic job of making you need to know what's going on- viewers can intuit that it's a zombie outbreak, but its not the usual type. There's a mob, but they're not out to eat the living, and they retain their powers of speech.
And worse- this virus does not spread through contact with an infected person. It seems to manifest spontaneously, starting with the afflicted seeming to get stuck on a word or mimicking sounds around them before it starts to take over.
You see, it spreads through something much harder to fight off- the spoken word itself is the carrier, and the virus takes hold through the carrier's comprehension. Certain words are identified as being more likely candidates for carrying the infection, such as terms of endearment or philosophical and religious discussion, but anything could be a trigger- but only in English.
An infected individual is compelled to speak their trigger word, even as they try to stop themselves from it. Switching languages, once infected, will slow but not stop the virus as it copies itself through the host's comprehension. It starts subtle, but then rapidly takes over, scrambling the host's brain and attempting to jump into another host in any way it can.
The concept is so fascinating to me. How do you fight comprehension? How do you stop understanding what you're saying? I mean, I do it all the time, but not on purpose- trying to deliberately NOT understand something is a bit like trying not to think of pink elephants, right? Fighting against your own brain, against your own understanding, is hard enough without a virus upping the difficulty.
So how can you fight back? You kill the word that's killing you. You take the word and you break it, you make it mean something else, you take kill and make it mean kiss. You take the sense and remove it.
There are several chilling moments in this movie, with my favorite one being the scene where they're reading a translated warning over the air that describes how the virus takes hold and ends in "Please avoid the English language. Please do not translate this message." It's just so simple and effective, especially the look of realization on Grant's face as he finishes reading the translation.
Another way Pontypool differs from the usual zombie movie formula is the small cast, as I mentioned before. When we lose a character, it's more personal. Even the loss of Ken, who never appears on screen, is felt as we hear him succumb to the infection. When Laurel-Ann is infected, it's even sadder, watching her go from realizing there's something wrong with her to endlessly slamming herself into the door until she collapses.
Pontypool is not a story about action heroes. It's not about overcoming hordes of undead. It's about hope. The radio station itself is called The Beacon, and it's through this beacon that our protagonists try their best to deliver that hope. The doctor sacrifices himself to keep Grant and Sydney safe, in the hopes that they can survive. Grant sends out the message 'Sydney Briar is Alive' in the hope that the infected will echo it far enough so that her family knows she's safe.
Grant and Sydney spend their last living moments broadcasting what sounds like incomprehensible gibberish in the hope that, even if they don't make it, someone will hear it and be saved. That maybe someone else can find the sense in the senseless.
The credits reveal that, sadly, the infection still spreads, but Grant's name does, too. There's still hope that someone can hear his final message.
Pontypool delivers a new kind of zombie film experience, one I have enjoyed repeatedly and recommend at every opportunity. I give it ten outta ten ghosts- the tension delivers, the concept is unique and creative, and Stephen McHattie's radio voice is superb. I've said it before and I'll say it again, please watch this movie.
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After finishing things up with the frat house shenanigans we get another call, this time from a young man by the name of Eugene. He's been promised a romantic time in the Maize Maze but seems to have been stood up. What's worse is he can hear whistling, and its getting closer.
Due to a hiccup in recording Thyme's audio was mixed with the game's. To make it easier to understand what he's saying, subtitles have been provided.
Killer Frequency is a first person horror adventure where you play as a late night radio host burdened with the duty of answering rerouted 911 calls. There's a slasher on the loose in the tiny town of Gallows Creek and the police are out of commission, so it falls to Forrest Nash of 189.16 - The Scream to save the lives of the goofy townsfolk trying to make it to morning. With the help of our producer and sound engineer Peggy Weaver we help the town jazzercize, hotwire cars and order pizzas to thwart the Whistling Man and try not to give Ponty any more free ad time.
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Killer Frequency: Brian Ponty —Aesthetic
Brian Ponty's Character & Personality
Brian is the owner of Ponty's Pizza, the only known pizzeria in Gallows Creek. Although the pizza shop often features deals and cheap food, it isn't well received among the townsfolk. Ponty's Slow Roast Pizza takes hours to cook and the food is mediocre. However, college students at the frat house often call to order pizza and garlic bread. With every pizza they order, one free beer is included. Regardless of all this, Brian has skewed priorities. He doesn't care about his reputation as long as business is going, even in horrific situations. Brian ignores common sense and logic where people's lives are more important in the early morning hours than advertising his pizzeria. Thus, he's overzealous more than anything else. Brian constantly attempts to advertise his business for free on the town's radio station. He'll do this by faking accents long enough to get the radio show host to drop his guard. Additionally, Brian's stifling laughter implies he enjoys getting a rise out of the radio host along with the free coverage.
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Chapter Four (Aestia):
Opens in The Far Harbour, which is notably not a town (there's a tavern so that you can choose to do this chapter when you want but you can encounter enemies and shit)
Aestia comments a lot about missing Lylah but soldiers onward
Not much to do beforehand, so travel through the route straight to the entrance of…
The Fourth Dungeon: The Masterless Wood
Largest dungeon in at least Aestia's story, maybe the game (I dunno I'm not actually making the damn thing)
I have genuinely no idea what its gonna look like but I want it to have a crazy wacky puzzle
Probably gonna include a six-springs-two-poison type thing
Not sure on the exact details but it's gonna be wacky
Enemies: Howlers and Revenants and Remnants oh my
I WISH THIS WAS LONGER THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A COOL DUNGEON BUT I DONT HAVE IDEAS
AAAAAAAAA
Reaching the end of the dungeon, Aestia finds a clearing with a small cottage worked into the trees
In front of it is a small campfire, with Sir Eldroy and an incredibly old woman speaking to each other
Sir Eldroy is claiming to have doubts with his path, is clearly glancing back at the house in the trees again and again
Aestia bursts in to stop them, Eldroy turns immediately, kicks Aestia in the chest, and summons a circle of flame around them, locking The Great Seer out
The Great Seer screams at him, calling him a liar, as we cut into…
The Fourth Boss: Sir Eldroy Herres
Summons in three lackeys at the start of the fight: more Greater Embers (they don’t block weaknesses they’re just nuisances enough to need to be dealt with
Eldroy starts with a shield that makes him immune to stat debuffs, will disappear after the first break
Also has a Sacred Slash attack
Can hit a lot harder with fire attacks, has some AOE bullshit
Can also inflict Silence and Terror
Maybe has an attack that specifically only work against Silenced/Terrified targets (think of Father’s insta-kill attack that only works if the target has that blood effect or Kaldena’s insta-kill that only works on Blinded targets)
Boost mode effect: kills all Embers like the Tormented Blaze fight, displays the message “Sir Eldroy is becoming filled with light”
Boost mode attack: Ending Strike (one sword strike, lowers elem. def., one fire attack, single target, inflicts Terror on whole party with no save against it)
After beating him up enough, cuts out of the fight into another cutscene
“ENOUGH, heretic. You have walked too far in defiance of the word of the Pontifex, and you will pay the price. Mother Orsa, Father Finis, grant me now the power to strike down Aestia Trititaka, APOSTATE OF THE SACRED FLAME!”
Reaches and grabs a pendant like the archbishop, smashes in on the ground
Circle of flames shrinks to barely fit the two, Sir Eldroy becomes wreathed in flame
Cuts back into a battle sequence, fighting against…
The Second Phase: Eldroy, Ablaze
Before the battle officially starts there’s a small dialogue segment of Aestia being absolutely FLOORED by this
Eldroy looks INSANE, he’s covered in green fire, eyes glowing, broadsword looking as though it might melt any second, standing stock-straight
Summons two more lackeys at the start of this phase: Perfected Embers
These are the first actually dangerous forms of Ember, these guys can do real damage
Eldroy has ten shields and regenerates two each turn
No more immunity to debuffs only PAIN
A small HP drain is in effect as well (there is FIRE)
Has one attack themed after Orsa and one after Finis, those are the ones that get animated sprites
After the first break has only eight shields, then six (will sit at that for the rest of the battle if you keep breaking them)
Boost mode message: “Eldroy is grasping at divinity!”
Boost mode attack: Smite of the Ending (same as Ending Strike but also inflicts Silence)
After the fight, Eldroy is about to start on a monologue when he stops, as if looking at something directly in front of him (some of these mannerisms will NOT work with octopath graphics but I care not)
“Pontifex… I… the mission can still go on without issue. I have not failed you. Fabian has likely completed his objective yet. I have… no… Pontifex! Your Holiness! Please! Have mercy! HAVE MERCY!”
Eldroy is seemingly sucked away by fire (not like the archbishop, he had a burnt corpse), completely gone
Aestia enters one of those black-screen fugue states and promptly passes out from shock and exhaustion
Wakes up in bed with The Great Seer
Loredrop time!!!!
General gist: The Great Seer insists upon Aestia first-naming her (her name is Aschei, thanks for asking), drops a ton of shit about Orsa and Finis
The pontifex came to ask a question of Aschei a while back
Her main question: why would they create a world if that world included death and suffering?
Aschei was unable to answer and then-Sister Victoria Inaméa stormed off
Aestia and Aschei pool their knowledge and conclude that the Pontifex is somehow trying to harness the power of The Maker Gods to eliminate death and/or suffering from the world
The purpose of palimpsests remains mysterious
Aestia explains the situation with the mysterious figure, who Sir Eldroy called Fabian
Aschei is mortified, goes to check her library, and finds a book missing from it
It turns out that Aestia has been out for TWO DAYS
She asks why Aschei didn’t wake her sooner, Aschei says it was to recover her strength
“I can see it: you are a great woman. Yours is a soul that shines with the light of many stars, and I would not let you go unless I thought you would be able to walk away from the pontifex safely. But you are ready. Go.”
“Like the stars… Lylah said the same thing…”
“Lylah?” [pause] “Hmm, I see. She is very important to you, yes?”
“I think of her every day.”
Aschei directs Aestia to The Spire of Beginnings, in the Peaklands, where the land of [continent name not found] was first touched by Orsa and Finis
“Go, my child, and take great care to stay safe. If not for this old woman, do it for that Lylah of yours. I’m sure she would like it.”
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DISRESPECTFUL that Ollie thinks Ponti has any chance of holding out against him and his freak ass tongue tbh
Ponti trying not to lose his eyes in the back of his head after only 15 seconds of Tongue Town
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Monday 30 July 1838
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alas! my watch had not gone long after my mishap last night – I fear it is over with it the while – I cannot stand this – I must have a good substantial steady going London watch – fine but dull morning – F65 ½° at 9 am read ½ hour vol. 1 Chaussenque breakfast at 9 ½ to near 11 having read the paper as usual and eaten strawberries which do me more cooling good than anything – from 11 to after 12 wrote the last 7 lines of p. 297 and the whole of the last p. and so far of this alas! my watch –stood again at 11 am –– Luz, Gèdre and Gavarnie (told Charles to inquire of M. Sarrat the maitre of Luz)contain 2700 inhabitants (including the bergers who all leave their mountains and retire to the 3 towns in winter) – It must have been 12 ½ before the horses came – A- came just about then having put some more colour on her view of the Marboré (vid. Saturday) – stood talking it over – I had been making notes of the mountains etc. en route from here to Barèges (from Chausenque vol. 1) – A- had an egg beaten up with our English Madeira off at 1 ½ to Barèges – pass Istère good village a little above the road (right) and a short distance from Luz – at 1 55 turn (right) up the hill to Viella small village and there in 6 minutes – then down again into the high road and soon afterwards leave it and turn up again to [Betpouey] and there at 2 ½ - nice good, neat, white-stuccoed village built on the slope of the hill – a woman brought the key, and we went into the pretty little church dedicated
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to St. Laurence who stands over the centre altar (gilded à l’Espagnole) holding a branch of palm in his right hand and a large grid iron in his left – a little altar in a little transept on each side the centre altar – 4 or 5 minutes in the church – thought it would be a nice little interior for A- to sketch – a civil woman who came with the one who brought the key asked me to give something towards the church .:. put a dix sols piece into the box – Betpouey the capital of Barèges – went forwards down the hill into the high road again – on the other side the valley nearly opposite Betpouey on a highish plateau village of Viey – and soon after in the same line but nearer Barèges, the village of Sers and on butte high above it, a little temple-seat where used to be the hermitage of St. Justin – the rocky mountain above Viey and Sers called (as pronounced) Cowey de Sers, and the high vallon close on the Barèges side of Sers called Bat de Sers – Cowey they say is a provincial name – don’t know the meaning of it – bat signifies a high vallon subject to avalanches – at 3 pass right a little above the road on the hill the Baths of Pontis – looking like a couple of good cottages – a little way from Barèges the new baths (left) of Mr. Barzun pharmacien de Barèges – on our return met 2 ladies in chaise à porteur returning from these baths – before coming to Barzuns baths –opposite to the baths of Pontis on the hill (mountain) plateau (just above the baths of Pontis) plateau de Sooriche which extends to some distance beyond Barèges – at Barèges at 3 ¼ - left Pierre to look for Charles the botanist and baigneur white [on] Charles and we rode forwards ¼ hour and stopt on the hill side on a little knoll on the road from which we could see the Tourmalet all but covered with fog – stopt 5 minutes standing with our faces towards the Tourmalet, looked up vallon de Linz (right) – on the Tourmalet side of this vallon the pic d’Eredslitz – on the Barèges side La carrée de Barèges a large beech wood, un bois prohibé – the safety of Barèges against the avalanches on that side – the chaussée de [Lonvois] is a common rough looking bur-wall against the Bastan and beyond at this end of the town – 2 girls aetatis 15 each lost last winter by an avalanche – all the avalanches fall about opposite the baths where the houses little shops etc. are put up slightly with boards every year – we walked back to the town where A- remounted but I walked forwards to the poste aux letters. a little circulating library and grocers’ shop, and where A- bought 3 sheets of drawing paper – very civil people – bougies 2/60 per lb. – a newspaper directed to ‘the earl of Leitrum poste restante à Barèges’ and a letter to ‘Mademoiselle Aylesbury’ ditto ditto ditto – left A- there where I went and sat 1/2 hour with Madame Gassie Verger – very civil and glad to see me and asked me to go often and to take my soup with her – her daughter and son in law there – introduced me – hoped I should go soon again and talk of Mademoiselle Gassie, and Mademoiselle Sophie, and Madame de Bourke – A- and I off from Barèges at 4 ½ - alighted in ¼ hour at 4 ¾ - A- walked 50 minutes and I an hour to near Luz – home at 6 – had thought of going to the ball tonight – ordered dinner sooner – dinner at 6 20 in about an hour – A- lay down on the bed-sofa – I came and wrote all the above of today except the 1st 12 lines till I suppose near 0 – no! 8 ½ - A- poorly – not very fit for a ball – had Josephine – she said the ladies were now going to the ball en mantilles (black silk scarf-cloaks) and white straw bonnets – a little while with A- then from 9 to 10 20 sat reading vol. 1 Chaussenque from p. 176 forwards to p.203 and other pages here and there – then went to A- for a minute or 2 and gave her a little noyau – fine day – little or no sun – cool at Barèges – A- starved in returning .:. walked to warm herself – some degrees colder at B- than here F65 ½° now at 10 25 pm
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Pro Israel mobs and the police state attack peaceful pro Palestinian protesters at UCLA, Lee is joined by Jay Ponti and James Fauntleroy discussing all things about Israel's ongoing genocide.
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