Nap Time

a horrifying amalgam of multiple shattered frames, put together Frankenstein-style, and held together by the Void

Based on my experience as a Titania main.

Except it's also very baked into the world. There's a couple photos you have to get as you advance through the story, but mostly they're fun so you bookmark one or two as you progress through the game. And as you explore the world sometimes Prompto will ask to stop at scenic locations or tourist traps or whatnot and bam you've got a few more. And if you do this every time you save, you end up with quite a collection.

Anyways, fast forward to the end of the game, when you, the main character, are about to die. You know this. You are marching stubbornly to your own martyrdom, with no hope of survival. And the main character turns. And asks to see Prompto's photo collection.

So the full context is that you pick a photo. Any photo in the Gallery that Prompto had taken. And then you go to battle against the Big Bad. You fight. You win. And now it's time to die.

With the photo still in your pocket, you sit on your throne, call forth your ancestors and your own father who have long passed, and sacrifice yourself to lift the veil of darkness off the world. You do battle with the Big Bad one final time in the Beyond, a realm that straddles the living world and the afterlife. And then... You go enjoy the afterlife. You are wed to the woman that you were originally ordained to marry but still loved even in death, and you sit on your throne in the afterlife as your wife sits beside the arm of your throne.

And then... You show your wife the photo. You pick it up off the arm-rest of the throne and let her see it. She looks at the very photo you chose. And that photo can be anything. It can be a group photo, one of all of you and the other friends that have made your journey possible. It could just be you and your three best friends, the men you shared many campfires, hotel rooms, and battles with, the men who carried you through this journey. It could be a picture of the cozy camp you and your friends had set up hours prior and are enjoying a meal at. It could be a beautiful shot of the world you had taken on your journey.

Or it could be a shot of you eating shit during a fight with a Cockatrice. It could be you falling flat on your face when a Cactuar or Tonberry staggers you and knocks you down and makes you look like a fucking buffoon. It could be Prompto capturing the exact moment 2 of your party members died while the focus is on one person aura-farming in the fight like his comrades didn't just scream in agony before death. It could be an ill-timed shot where there's almost exactly nothing in the damn picture. Or the back of someone's head. Or it could be Gladio's perfect ass, of which Prompto's camera seems to be extremely attracted to by no small miracle of RNG.

Made this post about 15 minutes after the repair guy who fixed the pump on my dishwasher packed up his tools and left, as the dishwasher was whirring along doing my dishes from that morning.

Pilots and other transportation workers have absurd hours of service requirements that start your rest period as “the moment you shut the vehicle down” and can be as short as 9 hours in some cases.

Railroad workers have to be available on-call 6 days a week and be ready within two hours notice. They don’t get sick time.

Retail workers have to keep a veneer of politeness against any and all abuse or they can be fired.

Truck drivers get paid by mileage and rarely see pay for shipper or receiver delays.

It's not a "Nissan Snail."

Nissan gave it a much better name.

Bugs Bunny and Lola Bunny reinterpret this cartoon first published in German magazine Lustige Blätter in 1932: