This is all pulled straight from the game with 0 (or attempted 0) bias from me or @peckonthecheek
We have both played the game so I can verify several things on the list. Most of the information comes from @peckonthecheek who exhaustively did everything in the game and recorded useful information.
If you want to add to this post, feel free to screenshot what you want to add and send it to me!
“If I asked you now if you loved me, what would you say?” I whisper, anticipating the response.
“My reply is no.”
“EVEN A STUPID MAGIC 8 WON’T LOVE ME, CHAN,” I exclaim and groan. Chan laughs, falling back onto the floor. I turn to him with a huff before pouting. “You won’t love me and this ball won’t either. Who will I get love from now?”
“But I do love you, “He giggles and sits upright beside me.
“No, you laugh at me all the time!”
“That’s because everything you do is so cute,” Chan says and kisses my cheek. He takes the ball from me and raises up a finger. “And I can prove it too, watch. Magic 8 ball, isn’t Y/N the cutest?”
Ask again later.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. WHY DOES IT HATE ME SO MUCH? IS IT BECAUSE I HAVEN’T TOUCHED IT SINCE I WAS A CHILD?” I whine, flailing my arms around.
“Calm down, sugar plum. I’m sure it was just mistaken. Here, let me try again.”
“No, it’s my turn to ask this stupid thing a question!” I exclaim, taking it into my hands. I scowl and huff, thinking of a question. He sighs and shakes his head. “Does Chan love me?”
Chan bursts into laughter as I stare at it in disbelief.
“IS THERE SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO TELL ME?”
“Chan!” I whine and hit his arm, making him giggle. “This isn’t funny!”
“Sugar plum, it’s just a toy and I do love you just like I said a few seconds ago.”
I pout and he chuckles, cupping my face into his hands. He places a chaste kiss before taking the magic 8 ball.
“What should I ask?” He questions, turning to me for help. I shrug and he looks down at the ball again. “Ah, I got one. Will I get a lot of love this year?”
He shakes it and we wait for it to respond. Before the answer could be revealed, I quickly cover the ball with my hand. I cup his cheek in my hand, placing a kiss on his nose.
“What was that for?” He asks, being caught off guard.
“You don’t need to ask the ball that. Of course you’ll get a lot of love. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Thank you, sugar plum. Let’s see what it has to say though, hm?” He asks and I nod. I lift my hand and we avert our attention to it.
Can’t predict now.
“IT’S OFFICIAL, I AM GOING TO FIGHT THIS THING.”
“You can’t fight an inanimate object, sugar plum.”
“IT JUST SAID THAT YOU MIGHT RECEIVE A LOT OF LOVE, MIGHT. YOU, LEE CHAN, WILL MOST ABSOLUTELY BE SMOTHERED IN LOVE. I DON’T CARE WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO GET THAT ACHIEVED. I WILL THROW HANDS, OKAY? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Well, when you’re yelling at me, yes I do.”
“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” I say, blushing. Chan laughs. I take it from him, determined to get an acceptable answer from this thing. “Will I receive a lot of love from Chan?”
Better not tell you now.
“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? ARE YOU NOT GOING TO LOVE ME ANYMORE?” I wail, turning to pout at my boyfriend. He rolls his eyes and smiles, ruffling my hair.
“How many times do I have to tell you, I love you?”
Chan stares blankly at me before shaking his head and sighing. “Just stop asking the ball if I love you or not. It doesn’t know my feelings.”
“But what if-”
“Sh,” He says and quickly kisses me on the lips. I’m no longer pouting, but instead have a big grin on my face.
“You are the most precious, Chan and I will forever love you.”
He grins, squeezing my hand. “I love you too, sugar plum.”
“Okay, your turn.”
“Magic 8 ball, do you love me?”
“This magic 8 ball is rigged. How come it loves you, but can’t love me?” I ask and he shrugs. “Don’t they say that the ball can feel how you are as a person?”
“I-no. That’s not a thing, sugar plum.”
“But they say it is.”
“It’s time for bed.”
“What? No!” I whine, burying my face into his stomach as I wrap my arms around his waist. He giggles, getting ticklish from me shaking my head back and forth. “It’s too early!”
“We have things to do tomorrow,” He says and pats my head. I pout, looking up at him.
“But can’t we just stay up a little while longer?”
“One more question, please? We can go to bed after that, I promise!”
“Fine, just stop with the puppy dog eyes. You know what they do to me.”
“I know, that’s why I do it.”
I grin and sit up, picking up the ball. Chan pulls me in between his legs, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean my back against his chest and situate myself. He places a kiss on my cheek before resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Do I love Lee Chan a lot?”
It is certain.
“Satisfied?” He teases, smirking. I giggle and nod, looking over my shoulder. I place a kiss on his lips, making the both of us smile from ear to ear.
“Beyond happy because it finally got it right.”
“Good, now should we get to bed?”
“Well, isn’t there a question you want to ask before we do?”
“I guess I have one more, but the answer to it is pretty obvious.”
“What is it?”
“Do I love you more than anything in the whole wide world?” Chan whispers and I giggle, hitting his arm.
“You’re such a dork.”
“Well, what do you think the answer is?”
“I don’t know? What is it?” I smirk, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, I think you know, sugar plum,” Chan laughs and ruffles my hair.
Probably gonna reblog this for tomorrow b/c it’s so late most of y’all won’t see it, but here’s the thing about the Mod Simulator game.
Okay, so the basic idea of it is, it’s set in what’s essentially part of a dimensional sinkhole for all of the flotsam and jetsam of the multiverse, which by sheer coincidence is based on Tucson; Arizona because TUCSON PRIDE Y’ALL, but also because it feels weird and fitting for a mod-inspired game.
The player races include Human, Anime, Skeleton, Pony/Tinyhorse, Hedgehog, Not-Xenomorph (Starbeasts), Not-Terminators (T-Models) and Not-Renamos (DigiRens). There are two types of abilities to get, the “tech tree” determined by race, and a system like Fallout’s Perks system pre-Fallout-4.
Monsters include such things as Bigfoots, Train-Dragons and Wrestler Dragons (Bitter foes), Giant Ominous Obelisks, Monstergirls (Based on very esoteric JRPG monsters with a very bizarre culture), Phantom Cars, Crash Test Dummies, Manimals, hate groups against races that don’t exist, loads of thinly-veiled pop-cultural references, a parody of horror-mod monsters called The Grawlix and more! And the weapons would double the length of this post!
And the main plot would be a bit of a meta-joke, in that you are summoned by a mysterious voice to kill all five of the guardians of the place to leave (IDK about all of them but I KNOW one of them would be Ashura The Hedgehog ). As anyone who’s played OFF might guess, this slowly destroys the zone; with you as the patsy of something truly sinister with everything dead. and you floating around in a void.
But, if you don’t do that and noodle around on side-missions, you will randomly end up finding the actual plot, the actual reason why you’re here, and who it was that was giving you that task. And the ideas for said missions include…
Kaiju v mecha battles
Going into the game’s equivalent of POkemon’s Glitch City, ala Moonside from Earthbound
Setting as many members of the aforementioned hate groups on fire as possible
An arena where you fight animate inanimate objects and the battles get more
and more ridiculous,
Jury-rigged B-Ball games,
for Stop N Swop/Triforce/Schala-type mysteries
sidequests for Haunted-Game-Creepypasta-type creatures
A FNAF pastiche that goes
screaming off the rails when you start fighting back
Building dumber and dumber automobiles for a
gaggle of schmucks to destroy
Running a Dragon dating service, via a dating sim
Trying to find a way to launch
a beached ship through a building
Breaking through the skybox and bringing whatever matter is behind it back
Racing on the most awkward mounts ever
An escort mission where you
use your escortee as a blugeoning weapon but have to make sure he
doesn’t die from too much blunt force trauma
Defeating the aforementioned hate group’s attempts at attaining popularity-through-comedy via the medium of Monkey Island-type Insult Swordfighting.
Going into a stomcloud to find out what’s causing the strange rains coming from it. There you fight a Final Fantsy Boss-type version of Charles Fort.
An RTS side-mission
inspired by The Warriors and Streets of Fire where you have to gather
as many followers as possible beforehand via drinking contests,
A motorcycle street race where the opponent is a Touhou who throws
large quantities of bullets at you
Feeding the sun victims you
launch into it with a specialized baseball bat
Breaking up a ring of
cannibals and then having to sell off their “existing stock” via
an economics-management sub-game
Kill and eat the last (incredbly
Going to prison in what turns out to be a parody of
Finding bits of junk data across the environment to bring “cut monsters” to life
A Yu-Gi-Oh-type card game tournament using Tarot and regular playing cards.
A mission where you have to chase a car across the city, In a submarine. On land.
Innovations In Troll Physics for Science!
So yeah, not a fully fleshed-out proposal, but one I might as well share…
Welcome to the headylands.
5/6/15 Philadelphia, PA
Peter Muller, slop glass, elks that run x 2-stroke x AKM, luda x evol, JD maplesden x Harold cooney, sleek, calm x coyle, staklo glass, team Japan, mothership.
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I just can't get the idea out of my head of Ford legitimately TRYING to understand the complex politics of Stanley's soap operas, because he's trying to be a good brother. And like, late into the night he has pages taped on the wall and scattered everywhere as he attempts map out the ridiculous and baffling relationship dynamics and plots of the show so he could understand it and talk about it with Stan. (1/2)
Then the next day Stan asks"So what did you think of the horse race? Lord Prentis is a real slime ball to rig it like that! He doesn’t even have a chance with Lady Catterwall!“ Stanford nods sagely (he’s rather sleep deprived). “Sir Roderick clearly is a better suitor for Lady Catterwall as demonstrated in season 2 episode 5 at the rose competition"Stan is impressed and secretly happy that Ford remembered all of this and keeps chatting away about the show. Ford smiles and takes a sip of coffee.
YES YES YES YES YES. Ford putting effort into things that make Stan happy is my jam.
I also love the idea that after his binge-watching/research session Ford can’t help but become invested in the lives of these characters and they two of them end up getting into long arguments on the Stan O’War II over who should have married who and which Lord or Lady was in the right over some such thing.
“Lady Hortence was such a jerk to Augustine just ‘cause he was from the middle class and had a job, unlike the rest of ‘em.”
“I realize her actions may seem harsh to us, but you have to consider the changing values of the era—Lady Hortence wanted to protect her family name which meant presenting a certain image of class to outsiders.”
“Pfft, Augustine was just as fancy as every one of those other hoity-toity fellahs!”
“What? Are you forgetting the Season 1 finale when he ate his salad with a seafood fork? This is cutlery, Stanley!”
I think I mentioned this during the stream, but my favorite part is thinking, you know…maybe some of their disagreements about the characters stem from ways they might see themselves in them? So they start working out and resolving any residual bad blood and emotions they might have through the show?
“It was crummy of Lady Valerie to rub it in Camille’s face that she was a better marriage prospect. They were sisters and she stole Lord Cedric out from under her just to prove she could! I mean, did you see Camille’s face? She must have felt about two inches tall.”
“Well, maybe…but it was absolutely unforgivable of Camille to send that letter revealing Valerie’s affair with the foreign dignitary. She knew that would crush Valerie’s aspirations, she knew it would cut off so many of her prospects and humiliate her.”
“Okay…yeah. That was a really awful thing to do. There’s no excuse for that…I mean…anyone who’d actually do something like that to their own sister–you know on purpose, not on accident–is a total scumbag.”
“…Hmm…well. I suppose what the Catterwall girls need is a loyal brother like you to show them what’s what, eh?”