cuno slur-based weather powers
Kim Kitsuragi my belover
what to say when your bro needs to take a whizz
worlds-largest-juice-container:
Disco elysium is a great political litmus test, as evidenced by that ones steam review where the guy got angry the game called him a facist in the first 2 hours of the game
one thing i see a bit with disco elysium fan script is a conflation between a failed skill check and bad advice from a skill. one of the beautiful things about DE is the skills are not arbiters of truth; successful checks won’t always lead to the correct outcomes, and a skill level being too high can impair you. in that sense, a failed passive (“anti-passive” according to wiki) wouldn’t be a skill giving bad advice, but a skill failing to fulfill its duty.
(bad example ahead) so it wouldn’t be:
LOGIC [Trivial - Failure]: Stick a fork in the toaster.
but more like:
BREAD-TOASTER: You peek into the narrow opening at the top of the electric bread-toaster.
PERCEPTION: You find a slice of bread wedged between the filaments. Smoke wafts into your nostrils. It’s burning, and you seemingly have no way of retrieving it.
INTERFACING [Challenging - Success]: The metal fork you found in the cupboard. It should be both long and sturdy enough for the job.
You: Grab the fork.
INLAND EMPIRE [Medium - Success]: The tips of your fingers tingle. This seems like a very bad idea.
LOGIC [Easy - Failure]: You are uncertain of the outcome here.
1. Use the fork to fish out the toast.
2. “This is beneath me.”
3. [Half-Light - Godly 16] Establish dominance. Fuck the toaster.
Thinking about Harry and all the animal parallels that follow him through the narrative. It’s true that these animal parallels reflect the way that the brutality of individualist moralism strips him of humanity as someone who has fallen through the safety nets, and his agonised shout of ‘I don’t want to be this kind of animal anymore’ can be interpreted as a direct admission of the RCM’s dehumanisation of him as a disabled addict who is no longer as 'useful’ as he once was. Gottlieb even directly tells him ’[he] lost [his] human visage a while back.’ Jean calls him 'the most dangerous animal of them all’. The rabid dog that needs to be put down, the black dog (also a common metaphor for chronic mental illness!) that Mollins shoots as it licks its wounds; the scared, hurt, frightened animal lashing out, chewing off it’s own leg to escape the trap that it’s caught in. The wild dog is all they can see.
But then there is a flipside to these parallels too; a kindness, a gentleness, almost a freedom in Harry’s animal parallels. He’s strong like a 'goddamn ox,’ like a bear ('I had to kill the bear to become the bear’). He’s a harrier hawk, a name given to ensure his safety, raised up to the level of the aerostatics looking down over Revachol, 'soar[ing] on the wings of [his] spirit hawk.’ He’s a leopard ('its impossible to know where you end and the leopard begins’), discovering or rediscovering a love of softness and sensuality that he’d not known before via the leopard print leotard that 'speaks to the animal inside [him]’ and touches on his relationship with his gender ('Yes, this is the type of animal I want to be.’).
He’s a 'seagull’, a bird that will do 'whatever it takes to survive,’ a 'bird of paradise’ that tells a story of 'endurance- and adaptation’ ('You! You and the seagull are just alike!’). He survives, despite everything, despite the grimness of the world around him. He endures. Even the sea monster comparison is oddly kind ('You’ve become a sea monster – giant, hidden and… strangely tender at heart’). Even as a monster, he’s still gentle; he still has so much love for this world that has wrung every last bit out of him. As if his tenderness is such an inherent part of him that no matter what monstrous face he wears, no matter what creature is there in his shadow, he cannot help but have some trace of it at his core. His tender soul 'quivering like jello.’ The pain he feels is raw and animal but so is the love he feels. So is the hope and the fear and the wonder.