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shelgon

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild – Switch boxart, Master Edition revealed

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setheverman

ok so how much is this? 4000 dollars? 5000 dollars? i don’t care just let me buy it

2 month early birthday gift TO MYSELF

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So you agree? 

Did this one last night before I punched my motivation in the face. Felt better after making it.

not so sure now. 

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theelvi

I know what this is like. I've just gotten good at shutting that fucker up.

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themothyards

TYPE: Ghost Shell Recording

DESCRIPTION: Debrief

LOCATION: Tower

PARTIES: 1 (Guardian-type)

ASSOCIATIONS: Ahamkara; Titan; Warlock; Hunter; Gunslinger; Hive; Guardian Psychology

//RECORDING UNAVAILABLE//

//TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS//

Never seen such a sorry sight, Cryptarch. Children, all of them - they’d been with a pilgrim train out of the Wilds that had gotten hit by a Stalking Party. Vanguard diverted us on our way back to the City, asked us to look for survivors. Someone must have thought to hide them, get them away before the Thralls came - pure, dumb luck that we managed to stumble over them before the Hive did.

They were all caught out there in the snow; no food, no shelter, and a hell of a long way from the City. We were six; a newer team with only a few missions under our belt. Two Titans besides myself, two Warlocks, and a single Hunter. A Gunslinger named Pella; a quiet girl who rarely smiled. Nix and I used to needle her, ask her to tell us one of the Tall Tales, but she’d just shake her head. Kept to herself. 

One of the Warlocks - Rūl - he’d had a hard time of it where we’d been; had this look on his face the whole way back - pinched, kind of, like he was trying not to look at anything, trying to plug his ears without touching them. Talking to himself - muttering, shaking his head. 

We knew it was bad news, but we’d all had a tough time of it; Transmat wasn’t working so we were all on foot, and we’d stopped talking days ago. All of us were moving pretty slow, trying to avoid the deeper drifts.

‘It’s not logical,’ Rūl told me when we found the children. ‘We don’t have food for them. The Hive will come for us.’ 

I shrugged him off and went back to the map with Nix - my Shield-Sister - and he left the camp for a bit, stood up on a ridge and stared at the snow.

Then he walked back to the children, and he… 

And then he…

He, ah.

[silence]

[silence]

He pulled out his gun.

[silence]

He killed six of them before anyone knew what was going on - wasn’t ‘til we heard the screaming that we knew something was wrong. Thought it was the Hive come back, at first.

Nix got there well before the rest of us. Tackled him, made to knock him out, but he got his sidearm up into her gut. 

Then he smashed her Ghost with those…claws of his. 

Just reached out and crushed it into dust. Only one reason to do that, you know?

He smashed her Ghost, and put a bullet in her head.

Then he just…went back to what he’d been doing.

[silence]

Gulrun - the other Warlock - she broke down right there, like the string that had been holding her upright snapped.  Started wailing - this horrible, dry, broken sound. Hasn’t been right since. And Jo, my Shield-Brother, he had a look on his face like the world was ending a second time. 

Guess it seemed like it was.

Pella was the only one of us with any sense. Put a knife between Rūl’s eyes at thirty paces without missing a step. He dropped. Didn’t come back. When we picked up his Ghost later, it almost looked like it’d rotted from the inside out.

[silence]

Failure wasn’t even the worst part. And it wasn’t seeing eight little bodies crumpled in the snow. Wasn’t that there was nothing I could do about it. 

Worst part was the look on Pella’s face. Calm, and sad - and beaten. Nix once told me she thought there’d been something between her and Rūl. Lovers, maybe.

But she dropped him from thirty paces, because she knew she had to. She did it when the rest of us couldn’t. 

Pulled the knife out of his forehead, wiped it on her leg, tucked it back in its sheath, started hushing the children. They weren’t even crying - not a sound, like they couldn’t see anything worse than what had already happened to them.

‘Burn him,’ Pella told us. ‘Armor too.’

We just stood there, frozen, Gulrun wailing behind us. So Pella, she threw her own cloak over Rūl’s body, hid him from the kids, and burned him.

[silence]

[silence]

I wanted her to scream, to fight us. Felt like we deserved it. Jo and I, at least. But she didn’t.

She told me she didn’t hate us, that she’d done what had to be done, and that was that. She said she’d seen it happen before, that the Wilds and their secrets can break a Guardian like a twig.

She said the creature she killed wasn’t Rūl anymore. She told me that she’s just a tool. That we’re all tools, that we’re only here to make sure Humanity gets another shot at things. 

Sounded like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

[silence]

[silence]

[silence]

I’ll be leaving tomorrow. Alone. Gulrun hasn’t left observation, and Jo - he’s acting like it never happened. Trying to, at least. 

I hear Pella’s headed for the European Dead Zone, looking for survivors, trying to keep the road safe. Might be that I can give her a hand.

And it might be that someday I’ll need someone to put a knife between my eyes. Might be that someday, she’ll need someone to do it for her.

Like to be there to help her out, if I can.

Least I could do.

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Wow.....

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