Culture shock can hit us fucking hard. Take in the factor that suddenly you’re 150 years apart from everything you’ve ever known and loved. Hell, at that point, the best chance for a recognizable living face is, what, certain species of tortoise?
We’re an adaptable species, don’t get me wrong, but that’s 150 years of urban, technological, and cultural development that, from a time travellers point of view, probably feels like it happened nigh instantly.
I feel like a pelican wrote this. Which good on them, it must be hard to type with those bird feet.
I wish I was that lucky.
Mine decided to manifest as crippling depression and a mental breakdown.
Oh, so Maria’s true form.
Imma be that nerd. What the fuck would the implications be of this? Like, scrapping Homecoming(Because fuck Homecoming and using P.H like a mascot), I have taken Pyramid Head as a representation of James’ guilt and desire for self-destruction as absolution. He no longer has to deal with his actions, his anything, if he simply gives in.
Love the concept, done absolutely adorably, but with a series as laden with metaphor and symbolism as Silent Hill, I can’t help but go “Okay, but what if?”
Hey, you’re doing great on the “reuse” and “recycle” part, but did you know you can still manage to reduce it?
Replace the water with pee when making sauces.
Would a duck from 150 years ago be okay? Like, yeah, we got lakes, but 150 years is a long time for humans to encroach on migratory routes and lands.
Would they possibly try to return to somewhere that no longer exists in the state it did in their proper time?
“My Mystical Space Typhoon takes care of your Plague of Locusts! Where is your god now, Moses?”
“With my deck, and I’ll prove it to you! I play Pot of Greed, allowing me to draw two cards! And look at that, Pharaoh. Our games come to an end. I PLAY THE HEAD OF EXODIA, THE FORBIDDEN ONE! With all his parts assembled, he is complete! COME, OH GREAT ONE, AND TARGET THE FIRSTBORN SONS DIRECTLY!”
Sometimes it’s not about being that person, but finding the people who draw that person out of you naturally.
Sorry for looking at this a bit deeper than I really should. Hitting on something I’ve been really thinking about lately.
I mean this, it’s never too late. Even if you’re not comfortable getting up on stage, trust me, there’s something you can do for the crew. Even if it’s just being extra hands to carry props, there’s never enough people.
Keep your eyes out on any local theater groups. It can be easy to get involved! Sometimes even paid!
Don’t forget your theater directors.
There’s a reason it’s a stereotype. Theater is a great place to find yourself, you’re given the chance to be anybody.
I have not, but I will keep an eye out for it!
Sometimes the alternative also just tastes better. I have coffees I prefer with oatmilk purely for that reason, no issues with standard dairy. Shit, I lived off chocolate Silk for like a year, still haven’t found a chocolate milk as good as their old recipe.
Same way I’ve had General Tsos tofu made with Soy-Vey that was better than a lot of the chicken I’ve had. I’d happily eat that again, and I’m normally not huge on tofu.
Femboys are the best things to go through.
Damn, didn’t realize the new Hellraiser involved Microsoft.
Wait… Is Windows somehow forming the Lament Configuration?
Same thing can also happen with wildlife rehabs! You release a former patient, they make their way back to where they had the good life. Even prime release candidates can prove to be a bit too comfortable once they have a hard night.
“Now would be the best time to put all your most anxiety-inducing memories on a 10x speed loop. Enjoy being both absolutely exhausted and completely adrenaline wired!”
There’s a Vtuber comm floating around. I see it pop up on occasion.
This is just another crack in containment. We should be safe, for now. Now, if a Tesco suddenly appears, run.
Well, if you love somebody…