"[high pitched and tinny] Let’s dive in. Let’s dive in. It’s time to dive in. Get ready to [audio distorts and slows] dive. Diiive. Diiiiie…"
(The Road to PALISADE 20: City Planning Department)
so that's what i've been working on for the past 2 weeks!
i wanted to draw something for this intro ever since i first listened to it (as a companion piece to my other gur drawing, though it of course ended up being way bigger in scale), but it only really gripped me about halfway through PALISADE ep 18.
the next morning after that i listened to this narration on repeat for about 45 minutes and then made a big sketch on 4 sheets of paper at my desk at work.
anyways, i haven't listened to the new episode yet but i think i'm probably ready for whatever they're gonna throw at us with the next sortie. i'm gonna believe, against it all, in millennium break. for gur
(i recommend listening along while scrolling!
+ transcript btw. if anything is hard to read)
[video 1: clip from The Road to Palisade: Lancer pt. 2 from Friends at the Table. transcript:
Jack: At the same time, another hatch opens, and a spindly, little, horrible little freak emerges. Um,
(Sylvia and Dre laugh)
Keith: (laughing) What does he sound like?
Jack: GAUGHAGUGAGHBEBAB-
image 2: screenshot of tweets from Jack @/notquitereal: "the ONLY note i would give to wasabi, award winning dog who looks like this, is that i'm disappointed he's not making some kind of foul noise whenever he moves". image attached is of Wasabi, a small, brown-grey Pekingese dog with long fur who does indeed look like he's making a foul noise whenever he moves. next tweet: "i think i want him to be going WRAGBLRARGRBLRGBALGRARLBGBLE". end transcript]
Pinup week is the first time I've posted art online pretty much ever and it's been such a wonderful experience, so thank you all! especially @fatt-pinups for hosting!!
“This is a message”... (scoff) Did I ever speak with such confidence? What hubris. What did I believe in? Appointed times which moved swiftly from week to month, outpaced by their machines and the delays wrought by our petty arguments. What did I believe in? A god as empty synecdoche for justice; a god so easily diluted and dispersed. What did I believe in? You who listened once and is dead now and you, too, who listens tomorrow beyond my reach, beyond your own.
And what do I believe now?
That there was more to see than I ever could. That I haunt a corpse of a queen soulless, ambitious blood replaced by compulsive sap. That the revolution never needed me, that the shape of empire is a circle, a noose, a strand of metal caught tight around neck, a blindfold, a manacle. A manacle which must be broken. I believe in us. I believe that us is longer than us. I believe in oil on aprons, I believe in black eyes. I believe in yellowed posters on the wall. I believe in sacrifice. I believe that justice given is no justice at all. I believe in tired knees and bad backs. I believe in drawers or closets or bureaus of replacement parts. I don’t believe in music but I do believe in dancing. I believe in whispers in ears and so I speak. I believe that this will be heard, well after it's needed. Well past the long nights. I believe against it all in Millennium Break. My name was Gur Sevraq, and I have been stolen from you. But you will win anyway. You must.