Last Light of a Dark Age (Warhammer 29K/Disco Elysium)

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[X] LIVING WEAPON. The killing instrument. Draw your sword.

Wow. Simply, amazing. I did not think it was possible to hate Gen more than I already did but I do. At last, the true face of our despair is revealed. It is unfortunate that our most relied-on aspects are unavailable, but in truth, I am satisfied with either Rhythms or Living Weapon being our holdout attribute. At every step, we chose to embrace the sword as much as the music. However, I must vote in the way I feel is most true to my interpretation of the story we have crafted. At her core, Harmony knows when to draw steel and right now the enemy has revealed itself, is overconfident, and assured we are harmless. Like Achilles inside the gates of Troy after sneaking inside successfully through the use of a Trojan horse, this dream beast is about to get stabbed in its god damned heel.

Edit: Some of you may feel sympathy for Gifthorse but I can assure you such feelings should be directed not at the poisonous malfunctioning nerve staple we were administered as medicine, but instead towards breaching whatever containment Harmony is trapped within.
 
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I knew the bloody shape was in our head, and I still fell for the insidious trap of hope.
Noosphere pulled through against the odds here so I'm going for harmony finally comprehending the horrors.

[x] NOOSPHERE. Taproot of the planetary datageist. Know your enemy.
 
[X] RHYTHMS. The tempo, in the planet's noise. Harmony with artifice.

The idea of our secret weapon against the Dreamshape being a dance-off is appealing to me.

[X] LIVING WEAPON. The killing instrument. Draw your sword.

"Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword."
 
[X] RHYTHMS. The tempo, in the planet's noise. Harmony with artifice.

S.O.P.H.I.A pls help your most self-destructive and self-reconstructive child needs a hand.
 
RHYTHMS: She collapses at the foot of the bed, tear-ducts drained, too weak and exhausted even to reach for the half-emptied bottle of uranium absinthe. She closes her eyes for the final time, despairs, and dies.
Miss Normal didn't want to be this animal anymore. It made her vulnerable.

NOOSPHERE [Impossible - Critical Success]: Rising from the tragedy of the Cyber War and its aftershocks, LETHE is at the forefront of Cybaris' Company's Global Good initiative. Under the inspired leadership of corporate instance and Morow-fork Seltzer Lacuna, LETHE is a pioneer in cognitive-medical solutions for the weight of memory. Millions of cyber veterans and survivors across Illuminata's megalopoli, Cubes, and town-complexes owe their lives, and their wellbeing, to the work of LETHE. On its Insindulingo Campus its tireless scientists and researchers work every day for the dream of tomorrow. Even hylics count themselves among the successful outpatients of LETHE's visionary palingenesis programs. Treatments for petriform growth, spellshock, godfright, and generalized neurosynthetic malfunction offer a second chance to the bravest, and the best, of our aging heroes. With LETHE, your long night is over - and the dream begins.
Fucking corporate scum - first it was Chaos, now Dreamshapes.

LIVING WEAPON: Those deemed family, military comrades and superiors, components of a gestalt, trusted and old friends - were excellent attack vectors, immaculate candidates for a trojan horse. In particular, thinking machines, whose purpose-based existence prevents them from contemplating that the very reason they existed was the opposite of what they were conditioned to believe - were perfect horses.
Poor Gen, tricked from Day One.

GLAMOUR [Challenging - Success]: By taking control of this most intimate and essential part of the identity of the enemy, the flayer is demonstrating not only physical but spiritual, military, and philosophical superiority. Those that are deemed lesser, that are deemed as enemies of their particular dream or vision of ideal reality, are not only cast down but in fact repurposed as clothing, as ornaments. They exist for no other purpose except to adorn the bodies of the victor or provide them some other utility. It is the ultimate defeat, and the ultimate humiliation, not just for the skinned, but for their culture, clade, or faith. It is a brutal message delivered in the most brutal way, a relic of a time before civility, sanity, or civilization.
The Dreamshapes aren't just parasitic, oh, no, they have to dominate, discard us as mere animals. Like so many other powers that be - it's not enough to be on top - they have to stamp the boot into your face to demonstrate it.

[X] LIVING WEAPON. The killing instrument. Draw your sword.

It's the truest part of us that's currently around - although I admit there's potential in Rhythms. Revenge of the Chanclers?
 
Every 'choice' you had made - these implicit games where, for some reason, you were picking between memories that already happened - were not choices at all. They were tests. Calibrations. You were feeding it data.

fuck you man

Her true self is sealed inside an airtight bell jar. She chokes alone inside this stained glass sarcophagus she has spent a lifetime constructing. The only person she ever trusted enough to break her free instead fell in love with her coffin.

aND fuck this

planetary negation well designation 'Dis', layer two Fraud.

AND LEAVE DANTE'S INFERNO OUT

GEN《AUTOFAIL》: Harmony hi hello, are you there? It's me Gen, the staple.

this part made me laugh because it's got Homestuck vibes okay bye
 
Please let Sympathy be alive somewhere, Harmony needs a source of hope and comfort after all this. But, first let us make this Dreamshape be Harmony's and perhaps by extension "The Cost's" next meal.

[x] LIVING WEAPON. The killing instrument. Draw your sword.
 
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[X] GLAMOUR. The texture of your truest self. Survive with inhuman grace.

this is the best way to kill survive evil shapes and cold equations imo'

[X] NOOSPHERE. Taproot of the planetary datageist. Know your enemy.
[X] RHYTHMS. The tempo, in the planet's noise. Harmony with artifice.

these are good too i guess
 
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wanders into this quest knowing virtually nothing of Disco Elysium and little of Warhammer curious on the crossover

stays for all the juicy insight on gnostic concepts, philosophy
, and having mental breakdowns in your bone marrow

Something I've felt very innately with the story so far is how little information we know, how much is hidden from us, and how much it hurts us each time when the horrible truth is revealed over and over. I feel like it'd be justice for us to overcome this with what everyone thinks is our weakest attribute(even if it's the strongest aspect of it).

[X] NOOSPHERE. Taproot of the planetary datageist. Know your enemy.
 
Miss Normal didn't want to be this animal anymore. It made her vulnerable.

Poor Gen, tricked from Day One.

The Dreamshapes aren't just parasitic, oh, no, they have to dominate, discard us as mere animals. Like so many other powers that be - it's not enough to be on top - they have to stamp the boot into your face to demonstrate it.

[X] LIVING WEAPON. The killing instrument. Draw your sword.

It's the truest part of us that's currently around

I completely agree. Truly, the dreamshapes are nothing more than a form of daemon based on logic and reason. Although this dreamshape has seen most of Harmony's memories, it has utterly failed to understand that Harmony's hate and willpower are stronger than her fear, and in Warhammer hatred and willpower are strong enough to accomplish the impossible.
 
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Off the record: Favorite diversion was 'bone-snatching pneumatic cabal'. In pursuit of 'COLD FUSION', D5h has obtained a humorous humerus ie - a funny bone. Ho Hum!

Oh shit the dreamshape has learnt the concept of puns from our memories. A terrible weapon.

The shadow of Copse Comedy Night continues to hang long over us to this day.
 
[x] NOOSPHERE. Taproot of the planetary datageist. Know your enemy.

[X] RHYTHMS. The tempo, in the planet's noise. Harmony with artifice.


Our strength has always been connection to something Greater.
 
[X] GLAMOUR. The texture of your truest self. Survive with inhuman grace.

Fuck shapes! The Emmonites had the right idea. Lotta interesting tidbits dropped and I appreciate that even if I am so overwhelmed with shape hatred that I can't comment much on it right now.
 
[] NOOSPHERE. Taproot of the planetary datageist. Know your enemy.
[] RHYTHMS. The tempo, in the planet's noise. Harmony with artifice.
Wait an important question: If we pick either of those can we use our typical peeling sincerity to start shittalking our enemy using info we gained? Something tells me there has to be something in the backstory of the "stillborn child of the Mother and Father" we can prod to get a reaction. Baby picks of S.O.P.H.I.A beating the fuck out of it with Saint Big Worm if nothing else.

"Damn, it must really suck to watch imprints of our Mother and Father accept and raise everyone on Illuminata but you. Because S.O.P.H.I.A took one look at you and decided that apocalypse was better. Omnigen Nursery wasn't the only thing that got BTFO that day."
 
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I warn people in making the mistake of underestimating the dreamshape. Of course there is nothing to do but fight but your nail has explicitly told you that you are in incredible danger. It is not bored and overconfident for no reason.
 
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