By god, could I lighten your load?

- the concept of knowhere playing an amateur therapist for howard makes me think thoughts. howard wondering why his friend refused to stay ("i just don't get it? how could he!") and knowhere letting him ruminate on that at times ("blinded with salt and envious hate, what a terrible thing to be..."); pretending he's talking abt Phillip but Howard realizing he's talking about him the more notes he collects and sees things from his best friend's perspective. and knowhere gets to watch this grown man develop and feel proud cuz he facillitated that - said in a dev stream qna that howard is not a big fan of the police. can agree - though he is a fan of fishing. look at what he found! - the ending where howard begins seeing everything there was and is to be and even, knowing he's in a game is a crazy bag of gummy worms. does the world even feel real to him now. does he harbor anything against what made him this way and took his mother. how do you forget it all being handed to you on a platter just like that. ill pay his tab everyone who escaped deserves a drink, especially him (though i would love to touch up on phillip's own guilt at a later date) - rest is goofy stuff. they deserve a fun time, as well as angelique who i will draw eventually. morose deserves institutionalization HE should be in the contraption

(speaking of my friend, he's quite the fiend we're thick as thieves, him and me)

(thank you, truly, i must say vewn has inspired me in many ways! the composition of and lighting in her shots aided me in illustrating the fate Phillip got! (check her put shes cool asf @vewn) ) (i also have my friend to thank, otherwise the scene would be blank! the supply closet of a mad man's lab stocked to the brim with knick-knacks and doo-dads! bleach, glass beakers, and formaldehyde-- oh my!) (some are a little more morally pure... others... well meaning-- I'm sure! (Morose didn't make the pony jar that way I just find it funny and now you wont unsee it today >:3) )

their pool sticks are fucked up because neither of them are thinking straight. (update - i was nervous abt the attention but post-posting i figured that if i was gonna post the art i did and heavily imply what inspired me, then not giving credit to that would be kinda weird :p https://www.tumblr.com/paintsplatteredbrokenhearts/820455869929193472/so-since-i-listened-to-the-livestream-octo-did-i?source=share)

trapped