I need a Valium the size of a hockey puck

Some sketches I did a month ago on my discord server

It's called "Runaway Brain" :3 Disney has a love/hate relationship with it because it's extremely beloved and held in high regard but also it does NOT fit their modern image so they can't promote or release it to any wide capacity because it would 100% terrify children.

Anyway

this post is like 11 years old

hey

possibility 2: secret behind waterfall because it's fun and rewards players for exploring

level 3: secret behind waterfall because if you have a waterfall you have to put a secret behind it and now if you put a waterfall there you have to grudgingly come up with some shit to put behind it

Treasure chest/fairly normal item: a little treat. Everyone likes a little secret behind a waterfall. A proud tradition. But not essential to participate in for a rewarding game.

Special Item/gear/powers: We knew you'd probably look there and wanted to reward you but also wanted to deprive you of something if you didn't bother to consider it.

NPC: We probably expected you to look, it was a given. We liked this guy and thought you'd like to see them too, especially if they give cool stuff. A waterfall secret is a secret handshake between dev and player, a friendly clubhouse meeting.

Shortcut(s): A reward for trying things, and an acknowledgement that waterfall secrets are an established standard of level design. More deliberately punishes the player that does not explore or does not know this convention.

Lore: A reward for investment in the game to the point of trying all the corners. Might be a narrative secret as well, encouraging further probing into the story. Acknowledges most will try this, so doesn't feel the need for a material reward, though there might also be a small one as a nod.

Collectible: We put this waterfall in at least partially to fulfill the quota of needed hiding spots. Or we just couldn't think of anything else.

Enemies: Boo! Surprised you, didn't we? Haha have fun, be careful poking your nose into every corner! We will mess with you again.

Optional Boss/Trial: This is just for fun. It's fine if you didn't check here, but you're not a genius for doing so.

Puzzle solution: It had to be done. We wanted you to flounder a little bit before rolling your eyes and trying the waterfall, just to keep you on your toes.

Secret Level: what do you mean you don't check behind every waterfall?

Secret Ending/requirement for one: Fuck you.

was going bananas watching a show set in Oregon but they didn’t edit out a constant chorus of eastern pheobes in the background, but i persevered. bc one i don’t care THAT much and 2 it’s kinda a fun part of the je ne sais quoi especially if the show sort of sucks

The FDA has upgraded an egg recall issued last month to “Class I,” its highest risk level, as it warns the public that consuming the products could cause “serious adverse health consequences or death.”

The recall of 1,589,577 dozen white-shell eggs and brown cage-free shell eggs was initially issued by Midwest Poultry Services in late July, which warned they might be contaminated with Salmonella Enteritidis.

According to the company, the eggs were produced and distributed from farms in Texas between June 6 and July 3 and have sell-by or best-by dates between July 20 and August 17. The recalled egg cartons have either the code P-1950 or 0840962 and Julian Dates between 157-184.

So. Zombie apocalypse. Modern day, of course. It's been going on for a while, but some people are still alive, hanging out in survivalist situations or what have you.

Now, there's this family that's been moderately successful at homesteading, in that they're not dead, but they're hanging on by a thread. A farmer, his wife, and their daughter. Well, the wife dies, unexpectedly. Zombie gets her, she has a heart attack, whatever. Terrible thing to happen.

But when she dies, all her skills go with her, and pre-apocalypse she was a fiber arts hobbyist. She could spin, weave, knit, sew, etc. A good thing for her family, because going in to town to raid malls is risky, and the zombie apocalypse is hard on clothes.

Now, she was trying to teach her daughter how to do all that stuff, but she was usually busy doing other vital-for-survival type stuff. Understandable. But that doesn't mean her father doesn't get red in the face and screaming furious when she messes up the spinning wheel.

Intelligible screaming is, of course, notable when 99.99% of the population is dead or undead, and who should be out scouting for supplies but the second in command of the nearest large group of survivors? He and his guys go to investigate and find the guy beating up the daughter in front of their house. They ask, politely, what the hell the guy thinks he's doing. Also, why was he yelling about spinning?

Guy: gotta think fast

Guy: my worthless daughter wastes all her time spinning and knitting and doesn't help me in the field like she was supposed to

And, of course, even for the biggest local group of survivors, proper clothing is hard to come by, right? The zombie apocalypse is hard on clothing. So, they pack up all the homesteaders' stuff, plus the daughter and her father and bring it back with them. They were probably going to do that anyway, because you don't become the biggest local group of survivors by leaving other survivors to fend for themselves, but someone who knows how to spin? Jackpot.

Also, the way that guy was beating up his daughter was messed up. Better separate them. They can set her up in the storeroom where they've been stashing all the wool they've gotten from the flock of sheep they saved. She can spin it while they try to figure out what to do with her, no pressure.

Daughter: panick

She, of course, cannot do that. She barely knows how to spin. Maybe. What will these guys do when they find out she can't? Throw her to the zombies?

And then she hears something from the window (barred, of course). Turns out, that side of the storehouse is up against the group's safe border. There's a zombie out there.

Heck, lets even make it a specific zombie. Let's make it the mother, back from the dead.

Ah.

Zombie Mom says, through the bars and the window, I'll teach you how, but you have to promise, when you have a kid with the 2nd in command, you have to give it to me. Braaaaaaaains, you know?

Daughter: Mom, I'm not going to have a kid with him.

Zombie Mom: Don't be ridiculous. Give me grandchildren (to eat).

So, that happens, and like that, the daughter slowly learns how to actually do all the fiber arts stuff her father lied about, the amount of unspun wool in the room starts to drop, and the 2nd in command and the daughter get to know each other better... And better.... And better...

And then the daughter is like, hey, btw, my zombie mom wants to eat our kid.

2nd in Command: what

Daughter: zombie mom. Eat our kid. This is easy.