it all goes back and back

You stand over the parapet. All around you the crossbows are whistling in flight, nocking, tensing. Far off to the north was a warhorn sound.

LOGIC: Stannis. Our only hope, if we can reach him.

PERCEPTION: The cool air stings against your face. Time slows to a crawl.

ENDURANCE [medium: failure]: Look at you, thinking you could play the hero like the songs. You must be fucking insane. That's it, isn't it? The Bastard must have flayed your brain too.

SHIVERS [challenging: success]: The snows whispered in the autumn air, falling like ash. Like tears. Somewhere, deep beneath the bowels of the earth, the dead kings stand vigil over stone tombs, the swords stern and sturdy in their hands. In the heart of the woods the weirwood waits with its knowing red eyes.

SUGGESTION: Reek...reek....

INLAND EMPIRE [trivial: failure]: It rhymes with Mozambique.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [easy: success]: What the fuck is Mozambique?

A bolt passed within a foot of you, shattering the crust of frozen snow that had plugged the closest crenel. Holly and Frenya were as good as dead. There was no sign of the other spearwives.

HALF-LIGHT: If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay.

COMPOSURE [formidable: success]: You feel Jeyne in your arms. She was the only warmth in the world.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [challenging: success]: You've only seen Bran climb these walls a hundred times. It's just like that, see? Just the other way round. All you have to do is fall.

PAIN THRESHOLD : Just like Bran.

DAMAGED MORALE -1

LOGIC: There's nothing else to do.

INLAND EMPIRE: No chance, and no choice.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

-1 Internalized Dog Motif. -1 Missing fingers. -1 Life is not a song. +1 The old gods know your name.

⚅⚄

SUCCESS: LEGENDARY

VOLITION: Deep breath in, out.

PAIN THRESHOLD: This is going to hurt.

You stand over the parapet. All around you the crossbows are whistling in flight, nocking, tensing. Far off to the north was a warhorn sound.

LOGIC: Stannis. Our only hope, if we can reach him.

PERCEPTION: The cool air stings against your face. Time slows to a crawl.

ENDURANCE [medium: failure]: Look at you, thinking you could play the hero like the songs. You must be fucking insane. That's it, isn't it? The Bastard must have flayed your brain too.

SHIVERS [challenging: success]: The snows whispered in the autumn air, falling like ash. Like tears. Somewhere, deep beneath the bowels of the earth, the dead kings stand vigil over stone tombs, the swords stern and sturdy in their hands. In the heart of the woods the weirwood waits with its knowing red eyes.

SUGGESTION: Reek...reek....

INLAND EMPIRE [trivial: failure]: It rhymes with Mozambique.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [easy: success]: What the fuck is Mozambique?

A bolt passed within a foot of you, shattering the crust of frozen snow that had plugged the closest crenel. Holly and Frenya were as good as dead. There was no sign of the other spearwives.

HALF-LIGHT: If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay.

COMPOSURE [formidable: success]: You feel Jeyne in your arms. She was the only warmth in the world.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [challenging: success]: You've only seen Bran climb these walls a hundred times. It's just like that, see? Just the other way round. All you have to do is fall.

PAIN THRESHOLD : Just like Bran.

DAMAGED MORALE -1

LOGIC: There's nothing else to do.

INLAND EMPIRE: No chance, and no choice.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

-1 Internalized Dog Motif. -1 Missing fingers. -1 Life is not a song. +1 The old gods know your name.

⚅⚄

SUCCESS: LEGENDARY

VOLITION: Deep breath in, out.

PAIN THRESHOLD: This is going to hurt.

You stand over the parapet. All around you the crossbows are whistling in flight, nocking, tensing. Far off to the north was a warhorn sound.

LOGIC: Stannis. Our only hope, if we can reach him.

PERCEPTION: The cool air stings against your face. Time slows to a crawl.

ENDURANCE [medium: failure]: Look at you, thinking you could play the hero like the songs. You must be fucking insane. That's it, isn't it? The Bastard must have flayed your brain too.

SHIVERS [challenging: success]: The snows whispered in the autumn air, falling like ash. Like tears. Somewhere, deep beneath the bowels of the earth, the dead kings stand vigil over stone tombs, the swords stern and sturdy in their hands. In the heart of the woods the weirwood waits with its knowing red eyes.

SUGGESTION: Reek...reek....

INLAND EMPIRE [trivial: failure]: It rhymes with Mozambique.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [easy: success]: What the fuck is Mozambique?

A bolt passed within a foot of you, shattering the crust of frozen snow that had plugged the closest crenel. Holly and Frenya were as good as dead. There was no sign of the other spearwives.

HALF-LIGHT: If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay.

COMPOSURE [formidable: success]: You feel Jeyne in your arms. She was the only warmth in the world.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [challenging: success]: You've only seen Bran climb these walls a hundred times. It's just like that, see? Just the other way round. All you have to do is fall.

PAIN THRESHOLD : Just like Bran.

DAMAGED MORALE -1

LOGIC: There's nothing else to do.

INLAND EMPIRE: No chance, and no choice.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

-1 Internalized Dog Motif. -1 Missing fingers. -1 Life is not a song. +1 The old gods know your name.

⚅⚄

SUCCESS: LEGENDARY

VOLITION: Deep breath in, out.

PAIN THRESHOLD: This is going to hurt.

obviously it's gender like these books are choked with gender threading through every POV's character's chapters so much you're like to suffocate on it. but a close second is body politics in all its forms. you have a lot of subthemes under this category, like fatness (samwell), and height (tyrion), and beauty (cersei, jaime, sandor, brienne, chett, quentyn) and valyrian silver hair. the question of whether our physical appearance can ever be transcended is something that plays out throughout these books.

previous thread for undertale and chapter 1+2

right now kris is having a lot of fun being back in the dark world because it's an adventure for her.

chapter 3 was v fun. i feel like the story is just going to ramp up from here. a lot of time spent on tenna and what it means to spend your time in a nostalgia of the past, chasing the glory days that will never come back.

after chapter 3 deltarune is firmly a work of children's literature (positive) for me now, in how it spends a lot of time paying attention to what it means to be a kid growing up, the uncertainty of school and fitting in with peers, the growing pains associated with being too old for certain fantasies while still looking back to them for comfort, and the strangeness of looking back at your childhood while still being a child.

lot of uncollected thoughts. the angels being aligned with evil and darkness is an interesting motif, while kris wore red devil horns when he was younger.

the fact that the Second Hero in the prophecy is wielding a sword instead of an axe is a big clue in that it doesn't seem to be about susie, though she and ralsei seem to think she is. it seems more likely to be noelle, and ralsei is misinterpreting the prophecy melisandre style.

previous thread for undertale and chapter 1+2

right now kris is having a lot of fun being back in the dark world because it's an adventure for her.

chapter 3 was v fun. i feel like the story is just going to ramp up from here. a lot of time spent on tenna and what it means to spend your time in a nostalgia of the past, chasing the glory days that will never come back.

after chapter 3 deltarune is firmly a work of children's literature (positive) for me now, in how it spends a lot of time paying attention to what it means to be a kid growing up, the uncertainty of school and fitting in with peers, the growing pains associated with being too old for certain fantasies while still looking back to them for comfort, and the strangeness of looking back at your childhood while still being a child.

previous thread for undertale and chapter 1+2

right now kris is having a lot of fun being back in the dark world because it's an adventure for her.

chapter 3 was v fun. i feel like the story is just going to ramp up from here. a lot of time spent on tenna and what it means to spend your time in a nostalgia of the past, chasing the glory days that will never come back.

after chapter 3 deltarune is firmly a work of children's literature (positive) for me now, in how it spends a lot of time paying attention to what it means to be a kid growing up, the uncertainty of school and fitting in with peers, the growing pains associated with being too old for certain fantasies while still looking back to them for comfort, and the strangeness of looking back at your childhood while still being a child.