My Brain Works Like This

Do not have my thoughts together but a take on iterator puppets being literal puppets

Leaning more into the biomechanical aspect of iterators also

Once upon a time there was a woman named Patricia, who worked in a bank. And one day a frog came in, a person-sized one. It wasn't the first time that dear Patty had seen or heard of a frog that big - she remembered the incident in the news: There had been a witch living in the woods, in a gingerbread house. Not a nice, helpful kind of witch or even a decent one who'd mind her own business, but one who hated everyone and everything and frequetly went out of her way to hurt people who couldn't defend themselves. So one day due to her supreme antisemitism God sent the frog that once plagued Egypt to fuck up her house. This, however, was not that frog.

When Patricia asked what the frog was after, he said he wanted a loan. When she asked what he wanted it for, the frog would not say. In return, the frog asked her whether she knows who he is. She could not say that she would, she had never seen this frog before. The frog asked her whether she knows who his father was. She said that she didn't. Turns out that this is the son of the giant frog sent by God. Pat is still not sure what to do with this information.

The frog digs into his suitcase and pulls out a tiny wooden figure, of a crudely carved dragon, and asks whether this is sufficient. Patricia is baffled, and asks the frog whether he could wait while she goes to see her boss and ask her opinion. The frog nods, stating that he was frankly hoping that she would. And to take the figurine with her.

So Patricia goes to her boss, showing her the figurine and explaining the situation, asking whether her boss knows what the wood dragon is or what to do with all of this. As Patricia speaks, her boss calmly picks up a newspaper from her desk and starts rolling it, soon wielding the rolled-up newspaper as a weapon as she addresses Patricia.

"It's a knick-knack, Patty [whack], give the frog a loan. His old man ate Rowling's home."

something something cycle of violence

tumblr stop recommending me unrebloggable posts. Do you know how sad I got cuz I realized I couldn't reblog this

One thing I really love about Rain World's worldbuilding is how fresh of a take on the Advanced Precursor trope it has, just in the sense that there's a very real sense that the Benefactors were. just people.

Like, in broad strokes they are the Advanced Precursor trope, a bunch of stylish jerks that were there, built some cool ruins, fucked shit up, and are Gone now. But the way they go about it is refreshingly human. Like, ascending to a higher plane of existence is a classic thing for precursors to do but the benefactors give a real sense of what it would be like for a society to do that. Not just in the logistics but in the circumstances that would cause it.

It helps a lot that the remains they left behind are so telling about who they were. There's an endearing mundanity to a lot of the pearls that gives a sense that they were just people in the end, and we don't really get that stuff with other Advanced Precursors in media. I really can't imagine like, a chozo working minimum wage.

girls love the overgrown megastructure. girls want to live in the overgrown megastructure. girls want to build communities and societies in the overgrown megastructure