Wizards (1977)

I fucking hate Heaven, the believers make me Dance in Heavenly Delight and shout Go White Boy Go

hey i know i've been gone from psoting since fucking forever but that is because there's this neat thing called depression also S.T.A.L.K.E.R has consumed my life

my mom was trying to chew through some really tough steak and she turned to me and said “just call me The Gnawer.” she would do numbers here

I just wanted to hear this post in real life, and I chased that impulse.

they taught their dog magic

"YOU HUNTED" IS A "BLOODBORNE" LORE EXPLAINER!!!

IT IS:

FREE TO DOWNLOAD! the link above is a .pdf from my personal website

A WORK IN PROGRESS!

AIMED AT BOTH THE HARDCORE FAN AND THE FANDOM RUBBERNECKER! i explain everything in insane detail!

EXHAUSTIVE! currently sitting at 123 pages and over 33k words before we have even hit the events of the game. i have a lot to say

NEW IN THIS EDITION:

AN APPENDIX! starting with unbelievably indepth breakdowns of every caryll rune in the game.

CHAPTERS! (the table of contents within the document is still unfinished due to the nature of libreoffice, but any .pdf reader should be able to figure it out)

UPDATED GLOSSARY!

MORE IMAGES! BETTER QUALITY!

CROSS-REFERENCES!!!!!!!!!

EVEN MORE CITATIONS DONE BETTER!!

ALL LINKS UPDATED TO POINT TO BLOODBORNE-WIKI INSTEAD OF FANDOM

PAGE LAYOUT ADJUSTMENTS

EVEN MORE REFINEMENT OF THE PREVIOUSLY RELEASED CHAPTERS!

i never know how to explain this thing to people. i am writing the world's most insane treatise on this game, which is a bold claim considering the stiff competition and its hard to be like "people are missing the NUANCE of this DEEP VIDEO GAME" without sounding like a total moron or a lunatic. but, i have very strong strength in my insane convictions, such as "there is objectively more than one rom" and "logarius was the royal executioner in more ways than one"

she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”