Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
It would probably be much easier to smuggle drugs onto places if it looked and smelt like pez and came with like pez dispensers and stuff
Living in a bad area is wild y'all I just heard some people yelling then gunshots across the street and now it's dead quiet out there. Some dude might be bleeding out on the sidewalk but I sure as hell ain't walking out there.
Alright, it's two AM, and I need to ramble, so forgive me if this is awful. Yes, this will contain lore spoilers for the following game.
ULTRAKILL.
It is by far my favorite shooter of all time, and I like to put in at least one or two cybergrind runs every day (my record, considered modest in comparison to many of the far more skilled ULTRAKILL players, is wave 42) and I am at least half-decent at it, something I am quite proud of.
However, I don't know if anyone else realized this, so I need to share.
Gabriel's monologue in 6-2 was an emotional, riveting and overall incredible addition to the game (thank you, Gianni). However, one part of it made me stop in my tracks and think.
"Limbo. Lust. All gone. With Gluttony soon to follow."
This line hit me with such guilt and regret. "Wait... was this my fault? I didn't want this." And I didn't know why, but I think I've figured it out.
We didn't just go deeper. We, and all the other machines, have GENOCIDED the layers. We, as V1, (and V2, just ahead of us) cleaved a path of gore to sustain our need for blood, and the lesser machines? They followed us, picking off the scraps. Machines had already been in hell, feeding off of the lesser husks, but we condemned the layers to die as the survivors were picked off.
And then we defeated Gabriel. The guardian of the lower layers. No machine had made it past him yet. We opened the floodgates, and in our selfish quest for more blood, condemned the lower layers to the same fate as the first three as the streetcleaners, sentries, drones, swordsmachines, and mindflayers picked off the scraps.
The souls, they were already suffering, enacting their punishments... and perhaps the souls on the lower layer deserve it, that much is true. But Limbo? Lust? No, we'd already killed all humans off in the robot revolution. They'd already been forced to suffer at our hands.
And we just killed them again. We couldn't even let them find some form of peace in their somewhat sour afterlife. We did this.
Minos was right. Perhaps our punishment should be death, for our crimes are too great to be forgotten.
Perhaps we let the blood dry up.