Protagonist is forced to go to a big gnarly monster for help. Though the monster is indeed huge and creepy, apart from its disconcertingly abrupt manner of speaking and its utter lack of any concept of personal space it never says or does anything particularly threatening, and readily agrees to help. It’s genuinely unclear whether it actually eats people or whether it just has a scary reputation.
Protagonist is forced to go to a big gnarly monster for help. The monster is legitimately threatening and roughs the protagonist up, but before anything too bad can befall them, they accidentally name-drop a parent, spouse or other relation – whereupon the monster goes “that name is… not unknown to us” and agrees to help with no further screwing about. The audience never does find out what the backstory is there.
Protagonist is forced to go to a big gnarly monster for help. The monster proves to have the personality of a grumpy but harmless elder, and agrees to help only after much fussing and cajolery. When the time finally comes for it to render the promised assistance, it does so with apocalyptic force, and the protagonist has a little nervous breakdown as they realise “oh, shit, I called that a brat to its face?”.
ok please note i had no idea what i was doing for any of this and theres probably a much better way to construct a base BUT this is what…. ended up happening
the vague shape of it is getting there … . .
needs more bands
MORE BANDS
becoming a flat onion
the top is removed so i can get inside of it
… and then a band of cardboard is placed on the inside to support it ( its standing !! )
the bands are cut on the places where they jut out and then overlapped and taped, so the shape is smoother but its STILL an onion
so i cut the whole damn thing in half and added a big band of cardboard in the middle to lengthen it out. the Orb is being born
its rounded out a little bit more on the sides and then the mouth is cut out
FABRIC
F A B R I C ( this is the point in the game where my gluegun stopped working, and so everything from this point on is glued by me heating the sticks over a candle flame. nice
the seams on the fabric are cut and glued into place ( and hand stitched in a lotta places and a lot of em look, Really bad in the back h hah HA ) and the teeth ( fleece, cardboard to keep em flat, and a little bit of stuffing ) are thrown in the mouth
tongue cuttin
handstitched the seams on the tongue, got the base for it ready and the eyes cut out
the EYES ( cardboard with white on one side, black on the other, and a little thin strip of black going along the edge ) ( also the pupils arent glued down yet hey )
EYES
TONGUE
THERE THEY ARE
tulle time, so much goddamn tulle
SO much of it just everywhere on the back its a mess, the back looks like an awful grape but it doesnt matter its the BACK
heres the Looking Hole ( theres black mesh netting over the top ) – the little pink eye details are also in
and then here it is, this Mess ( tights and boots both are probably gonna change but Oh Well ) i dont know what the tongue was doing so crooked in these shots but its TOO LATE
“If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution” a quote frequently attributed to anarcho-feminist icon Emma Goldman, never actually appears in any of her work. It was invented by anarchist printer Jack Frager in 1973 for a series of t-shirts, a paraphrase of a longer paragraph from Goldman’s autobiography Living My Life:
At the dances I was one of the most untiring and gayest. One evening a cousin of Sasha, a young boy, took me aside. With a grave face, as if he were about to announce the death of a dear comrade, he whispered to me that it did not behoove an agitator to dance. Certainly not with such reckless abandon, anyway. It was undignified for one who was on the way to become a force in the anarchist movement. My frivolity would only hurt the Cause. I grew furious at the impudent interference of the boy. I told him to mind his own business. I was tired of having the Cause constantly thrown into my face. I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from convention and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement would not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it.
(but yes i may totally get it LOL, i have some like… temporary tattoo skull makeup that i already got for halloween, and i can pop the poncho on top of the plain black dress i was going to wear anyway and call it done LOL)
plus!! that lacy stuff could look good paired with a lolita fashion dress!
Important Update which shifts my perspective from not only feeling sad that the games I enjoyed have come to an end, but disappointed at the mistreatment of the employees and developers after letting them go.
Plot Designing 