(A conversation between me and my cousin, I am convincing him to play Ruina)
Cousin: So how does this game play?
Me: Basically it's one of those rpg dungeon games
Cousin: Okay, how many floors are there?
Me: 10
Cousin: That's not a lot-
Me: Nonono, see, the thing is.
Me: You're not fighting the dungeon
Me: You are the dungeon.
I love this game
limbus company is a wild game. you play as a nonbinary amnesiac who got their head cut off and responded by replacing it with a flaming wall clock, whose second job is to (ineffectually, at first) be the manager of a group of people on a bus and whose first job is to revive and heal them anytime anything happens, which is all the time. your party is comprised of a dour scientist who has a habit of speaking in poetry, a mysterious white haired genius implied to be in a constant mental discord call with different versions of herself across multiple universes, an autistic woman who named her shoes after a fictional horse and turns into an ancient and powerful vampire if they're ever taken off, a swordswoman who speaks a third of her mind in acronyms and loves to murder people "artistically", an autistic frenchman built like a fridge who refuses to be a person unless ordered to, a long haired rich pretty boy who accidentally pisses people off with his sheltered behavior half the time and pretends to be dumber than he is to purposefully annoy people the other half, a british thug whose entire plot could have been solved by just spitting it out and also turned into a wolf monster for a bit, a ginger who got bored of her office job and decided to get on a boat and hunt whales about it, a russian gambler whose mental health and self image are rapidly deteriorating while she is also getting progressively worse at hiding it, a young man who is really in over his head while also being very good at killing people who also is weirdly good at translating the earlier mentioned swordswoman's acronyms, a kiss-ass former military woman who would probably kill everyone else in the party if she thought she could get away with it, and a german former-soldier who got a mutant bug arm and intense ptsd and depression. there's also the all powerful guide who tells you where to go who is legally not allowed to be too helpful and is also perpetually sick of your shit, and the strange girl who drives the bus you all ride in without a license or a lick of training. also the bus looks like a train. add onto the fact that most of the characters and their backstories are references to classic literature, and you have what is possibly the world's MOST dysfunctional dnd party.
we love this fucking game.
“ugh why is moby-dick so long”
ishmael is telling you a story about how all his friends died and how he was the sole survivor of the disaster, why wouldn't he want to delay getting to that point of the story as long as possible?
the odyssey
the length of the book parallels the long amounts of time that whalers were away from home with long periods of boredom punctuated few and far between by brief bouts of frenzied action
you don't like cetology? whalelore? kys
since when have you ever complained about a dick being long. ungrateful
I need Hermes to be in Outis’s canto and I need him to be an id for either Yi Sang (for the wing motif) or Don Quixote (Instead of flying sandals she has Rocinante)
That being said I also had an idea for a gregor hermes ID where his arm has the two snakes from Hermes’s staff coming out of it and wrapping around his arm
I will be drawing this when i get the chance
Can you tell I’ve been listening to Epic the musical?
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Argalia, Did you ever get your pen back from Full Stop Office?
I assume they dropped it in the Library! Personally I didn't have the time to look for it myself when I was there.. 🎼
Guys Ben's 14 moth babies' birthday is November 7
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