#sid wright

TSV season 1 looks at the question "Why would anyone worship an evil god?" And answers "What other choice do we have?" What other choice do we have when the legacy of everyone we have ever loved and lost weigh heavy on our shoulders? What other choice do we have when there is some deep unfulfilled Want in us and this is the only thing that said it could complete us? What other choice do we have when this is our entire world from our home to our workplace to everything in between? What choice do we have when all we see is devastation from equally terrifying hungry beings that will surely kill us if our god doesn't protect us? What choice do we have when this is the only thing we have ever known?

In honour of the siltversary here's a bunch of unfinished wips from last year 🙏

literally so obsessed with the in-universe media personalities in the silt verses. sid wright, a human sacrifice to a god of labour and grind culture, who was forced to stay awake and broadcast for weeks on end with practically no breaks until he became the concept of sleepiness. diane stone, sid's replacement, who came into the job fully aware of what would happen to her, like cattle walking into a slaughterhouse, you see the blood of your predecessors, you know what the machines do. sam kincannon, apparently the only interviewer in the entirety of the peninsula who should rightfully have been a video essayist in another life, and who the entire fandom somehow collectively decided has a fuckass bob cut without even consulting each other about it. chuck harm, an on-the-ground news reporter for news from nesh, and the personification of the fawn fear response, keeping up his perpetual newscaster tone while in the midst of a battle, who doesn't hesitate for even a second to become a cameraman for an aspiring god who just killed everyone around him, and can come up with shit like "flesh-eating baby" off the top of his head.