Ansepanse

They could say “the connection is probably lost,” but it’s more fun to do naive time-averaging to give you hope that if you wait around for 1,163 hours, it will finally finish.

the zosiaverse to me is an exploration of specifically post p3 canon where becoming the host? victim? of gameplay mechanics or an immortal ghost had a profound effect on the daniil who has to continue living once the curtain falls. because he has no choice

is zosia part of this? is she a prop on a stick? no, she just rocked up one day and didnt leave. the way i use my phone camera daniil watches her reactions

bonus:

the zosiaverse to me is an exploration of specifically post p3 canon where becoming the host? victim? of gameplay mechanics or an immortal ghost had a profound effect on the daniil who has to continue living once the curtain falls. because he has no choice

is zosia part of this? is she a prop on a stick? no, she just rocked up one day and didnt leave. the way i use my phone camera daniil watches her reactions

bonus:

'Traces of the supernatural reveal themselves more often than intelligent and reasonable men, would prefer them to. Chimeras worshipped by our ancestors centuries ago crawl back into the light from ancient times. The directors of our fate rain ash down on us from the grey heavens.

They conceal themselves beneath us, above us, and among us, staying hidden until we muster up the resolve to meet their malevolent gaze. Having been discovered, they appear in the flesh for a mere moment - and then they expire horribly, wreaking havoc on the world that they rightfully see as their toy."

cms and gift art by @AterGraham

Have a sex drive

Support other people's right to have sex

Support other people's rights to talk about and/or depict sex and sexuality

Engage with art explicitly depicting and/or discussing sex and sexuality

Create art that explicitly depicts and/or discusses sex and sexuality

Beat someone to death with your bare hands in the dead of night

Grapple with what you've done as lights flash in the distance

Dig a shallow grave

As you lay the last shovel-full of dirt, catch the glint of metal in the corner of your eye

Rush toward the gun, eyes wild and shovel forgotten

Grapple less figuratively, fighting to get the upper hand, clawing with teeth and dirt-covered bloody nails

Kill a second person with your bare hands

ticket to the end