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Apostle

When the Plague Doctor baptize 12 employees, they turn into apostles and start to bring the judgement of heaven on the rest of the employees. They serve the WhiteNight, their King.


First Toll of the Bell

‘And I tell you, you are the first apostle, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.’

Second Toll of the Bell

‘Tell us. When will this happen, and what will be the sign of your coming and the end of the age?’

Third Toll of the Bell

‘Do you want us to call fire down from heaven to destroy them?’

Fourth Toll of the Bell

‘The third and fourth apostles to them he gave the name Boanerges, which means “sons of thunder”.’

Fifth Toll of the Bell

‘The fifth apostle said. “Show us the Father and that will be enough for us.’

Sixth Toll of the Bell

‘He saw a man, the sixth apostle, “Follow me” he told him, and the apostle got up and followed him.’

Seventh Toll of the Bell

‘Now for some time the seventh apostle had practiced sorcery and amazed all the people’

Eighth Toll of the Bell

‘Then the eighth apostle said to the rest of the disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with him.”’

Ninth Toll of the Bell

‘Then the ninth apostle declared, “You are the Son of him, you are the King.”’

Tenth Toll of the Bell

‘Then the tenth apostle said, “But why do you intend to show yourself to us and not to the world?”’

Eleventh Toll of the Bell

“From now on, let no one cause me trouble, for I bear on my body the marks of him.”

WhiteNight and the Twelfth Apostle

The twelfth and last Toll of the Bell before the ‘Apocalypse’

‘Have I not chosen you, the Twelfth? Yet one of you is a devil’

Yup, here’s WhiteNight, one of the most dangerous creatures of the game. He takes control of the facility and forbids you to make any action except giving orders to the employees still alive. But you can defeat it by sending the last apostle confess his sins and die shortly afterwards, sacrificing himself to destroy all the other apostles and send back WhiteNight into his containment chamber.


Now the reason why the 12th apostle looks like Naegi Makoto from Danganronpa is because in the game you can create your own employee and I made one to look and ‘act’ like Naegi. Then the Plague Doctor called him and baptized him. Naegi got this creepy mask and I had to sacrifice him to save my facility - needless to say that even after I did it, it was game over since I had no employees left- I screamed when I understood I had to kill Naegi.


I love Lobotomy Corporation

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Evil Corp: A Large Evil Corporation - Horror Folks

01. The Shining: Jack, Danny, Wendy Torrance & the Grady Twins.
02. Evil Dead 2 & Army of Darkness: Ashley J. Williams (aka Ash).
03. An American Werewolf in London: David Kessler & Jack Goodman.
04. Carrie: Carrie White
05. A Nightmare on Elm Street: Freddy Krueger.

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Resident Evil: Operation Raccoon City - Special Edition (W/ E-Capcom Pre-Order Bonus)

(PS3/US/March 20, 2012)

There is no redeemable quality about this game other than its setting. The Special Edition packaging is pretty slick though and the pre-order bonus from the Capcom store is awesome!

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Big Bird (Lobotomy Corporation)

So I discovered that little game that is Lobotomy Corporation and I love it.

It’s a monster management game. Like if you were the boss of the SCP Corporation.

You have to take care of monsters to make energy but when they are in a bad mood bad shit can happen.

This is Big Bird. One of my favorite monsters (even tho it’s freaking impossible to take care of him when you already have 4 employees dead and 5 other monsters you need to take care of)

Also I learned that in the future you’ll be able to create your own monster! That’s going to be epic

“Her special ability is "Why is my Story the Only Tragedy?”. Scorched Girl’s match will start to burn stronger when remaining in a bad mood for a while. The warning ‘Biggest Match Light’ will appear flashing in her room. When an employee enters her room with the warning message flashing, an explosion will occur, dealing strong physical damage. After this happens twice in the same day, she will escape, dealing mental damage to nearby employees and physical to agents trying to subdue her. She will try to reach the main department room and explode afterwards, dealing strong physical damage to the employees in the site. After the explosion, she will return back to her containment room with her mood gauge at its best"

Carne

Debajo de mi piel escondo secretos, flores secas que brotan por mis poros y mis venas. Mi cuerpo se cuartea ante mi sequedad e indiferencia. Soy polvo, no alimento ni a estas pobres raíces muertas.

Soy palabras e ideas navegando un pedazo de carne, pensamientos enjaulados por órganos que se pudren con el paso del tiempo.

Si quiera muerta fertilizaría estas flores marchitas.

Ya no soy. Ya no estoy. Pienso y sobre-existo, híper-consciente del espacio que ocupo, de las capas de carne bajo las que me escondo. Deformidad, un pedazo de sangre, huesos, nervios y ansiedad aprisionados por esta piel marchita.

Quiero escapar, deshabitar estas paredes que me confinan al ahora y al mañana pero las uñas no alcanzan a desgarrarme la piel y crece esa aprehensión que me hincha los pulmones y acelera al motor de esta máquina cubierta en piel.

¿Qué son estos dos pedazos de carne y grasa que cuelgan de mi caja torácica? ¿Cuántos pliegues de carne esconden la parte donde mi exterior conecta con lo interno?

Cambio lo que puedo para aquietar esas ganas que tengo de destruirme, modifico bajo poco presupuesto lo que en vida jamás lograré destrozar. Ni siquiera mis palabras ni ideas podrán escapar del deterioro de esta prisión.

El verbo ser y estar poseen horrores sin rostro. Existo y ya no soy. Soy carne y huesos, un recipiente para las ideas, mi lengua un traductor para palabras que me trago junto con tanta saliva y fluidos.

El verbo ser y estar me desfiguran: mujer u hombre, todo o nada. No existe intermedio, no existe nada fuera de este binario, no hay palabra que describa la asfixia de estar encerrada bajo tanta piel y carne. Soy, estoy, mi cuerpo existe pero desvarío al percatarme de su existencia. ¿Qué soy si no estas ideas? ¿En dónde estoy si no en mis palabras? ¿Por qué me aprisionan pliegues tras pliegues de lo que jamás seré?

Mi nombre se convierte en el eco de mis gritos angustiados que no logran escapar de mis labios.

“Eres, existes” pero no soy, no aquí, no así, no en esta carne y estos huesos, no en esta carne o con esta sangre, no mientras sea entre estos barrotes que aborrezco.

Soy. Existo. Agonizo. Ya no logro escuchar mis gritos de terror ante lo interminable de mi prisión. Araño, escarbo, busco una salida; como coyote atrapado, intento amputar lo que me aprisiona ¿pero cómo destruyo el todo sin destruirme por completo?

Hay sangre, carne y mugre entre mis uñas, pedazos del ser que no logro destruir. Me rindo. Me ha engullido ya este monstruo de carne. Ya no soy. Ya no estoy.

Lee M.S.