FaeRhin

girls with adhd playing long rpgs like "i am overwhelmed by the state of the save file i left off with last time my attention arbitrarily fell onto this game. time to start from scratch."

"yeah i fucking love this game. i've bought it on console and pc, and then the remaster too. i have no idea how it ends, i only get 40% of the way through the main story each time"

SPEΛKING FROM EXPERIENCE: IT'S KIND OF BOTH. INHΛLE THROVGH MOVTH, EXHΛLE THROVGH GILLS.

*suddenly understanding why master villains with cats keep them closely held in their laps while monologuing*

Sure, I’ll reblog that.

Eternally fascinated with the concept of robotic necromancy. Some army rolls out new spinal implants and exoskeletons for their troops to make them punch above their weight. On their first deployment they all get massacred, absolutely shredded by machine gun fire. Then there’s a whir of servos and the scrape and crunch of grinding bone and they all get back up. They stagger on broken legs or crawl on all fours like predatory beasts, cameras and optics glowing inside the hollows of half exposed skulls. They aim weapons with jerky robotic movements, dependent on automated target recognition and calculated firing. The armor casing of their mechanical spines and brain stem puppets them across the battlefield to complete the programmed objective post-mortem, the service of their viscera extracted long after each individual’s death. Would be very creepy n cool is all i’m sayin.