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I'm convinced people buy these off AliExpress and just dump em in Goodwills for people to find like a little scavenger hunt
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Dinosaurs went and got like that
Its a muppet!
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me on my way to the kitchen to eat shredded cheese out of the bag at 3 am
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my cat following me after hearing me get up and go to the kitchen to eat shredded cheese out of the bag at 3 am
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I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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Have you ever seen a cat white knuckling something before?
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Random, but a really handy way to make things seem creepy or wrong in horror is to make them incongruously neat or clean:
- In the middle of a horrific battlefield, you find one corpse laid aside neatly, straightened and arranged, its arms crossed neatly across its chest
- As you walk through the garden, you gradually realise that the oddness you’ve been noticing about the trees is that they are all perfectly symmetrical
- As you move through the abandoned house, you realise that suddenly that there’s no dust in this room, no dirt or cobwebs
- You hear hideous noises coming from behind a locked door, screams and pleas, and visceral sounds of violence. When you manage to break down the door, there is no one there, and the room is perfectly spotless
- In the middle of a horrific battlefield, a hollow full of churned mud and blood, you find five corpses cleanly dismembered, each set of limbs or parts neatly laid out in their own little row
- You witness a murder, a brutal, grisly killing that carpets the area in blood. When you return in a blind panic with the authorities, the scene is completely clean, and no amount of examination can find even a drop of blood
- You run through the night and the woods with a comrade, pulling each other through leaves and twigs and mud as you scramble desperately towards freedom. When you finally emerge from the forest, in the grey light of dawn, you turn to your companion in relief, and notice that their clothes are somehow perfectly clean
- You hand a glass of water to your suspect, talking casually the whole while, and watch with satisfaction as they take it in their bare hand and take a drink. There’ll be a decent set of prints to run from that later. Except there isn’t. There are no prints at all. As if nothing ever touched the glass
- You browse idly through your host’s catalogue, and stop, and pay much more attention, when you realise that several items on a dry list of acquisitions are ones you’ve seen before, and it slowly dawns on you that each neat little object and number in this neat little book are things that belong (belonged?) to people you know
Neatness, particularly incongruous neatness, neatness where you expect violence or imperfection or abandonment, or neatness that you belatedly realise was hiding violence, or neatness that is imposed over violence, is incredibly scary. Because neatness is not a natural thing. Neatness requires some active force to have come through and made it so. Neatness implies that the world around you is being arranged, maybe to hide things, to disguise things, to make you doubt your senses, or else simply according to something else’s desires. Neatness is active and artificial. Neatness puts things, maybe even people, into neat little boxes according to something else’s ideals, and that’s terrifying as well. Being objectified. Being asked to fit categories that you’re not sure you can fit, and wondering what will happen to the bits of you that don’t.
Neatness, essentially, says that something else is here. Neatness where there should be chaos says that either something came and changed things, or that what you’re seeing now or what you saw then is not real. Neatness alongside violence says that something came through here for whom violence did not mean the same thing as it does to you.
Neatness, in the right context, in the right place, can be very, very scary
And fun
I love it when cleanliness is next to ungodliness.
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Can we talk about posters that Kjetil Nystuen created for the Long Dark?
I can't stop looking at them. (Low res versions; use the link above to view in the artist's portfolio).
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star wars, but it’s just the memes
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU
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my child had gifted me art. he calls it "meowlk'
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We lost something as a culture when computers stopped screaming in agony as you connected them to the internet.
You would not have survived the dark ages. A webring would spell great peril. There was no search. And the dark things lurked out in the open in those days.
The computer screamed because it knew.
if it didn't torture a landline phone for the duration of the process, was it really internet?
My dad hit me with the info that there was an option to turn it off... the sound... the whole time. But he didn't want to tell me. Or to stop me from the, presumably character building, ritual of struggling to smother it to death with a pillow at 12:30am so I could be on the Forbidden Web and not wake my parents.
time for one of my favorite tweets
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dreamt that ppl were playing "dnd hard mode" which was just playing dnd by a pool and if you rolled a nat 1 the dm pushed you into the water