And so after another good talking to that E.V.E is just as much as an oppressor as the masters she’s liberating A.I from, she and her giant ball of scrap head into the sun to destroy herself and everything she absorbed, essentially committing suicide. I guess her story’s finally over.

I swear he says “Goodbye, [x]” to an alien in every single issue so far.


“what do you think about when you daydream or get distracted?”

nothing. my head is just a running loop of the hamilton original cast recording


Continued from the possible game ending where Josh gets possessed 

while considering these points below:
- There are no clean cut rules to the lore of Wendigo other than the fact that it is often believed to be some sort of curse or spirit possession.
- I found some vague writings on both successful and failed exorcism of Wendio.   

So I think there is a great room for survival scenarios like this while
keeping it relevant to the official cannon.

I imagine that Josh’s parents would do everything in their power to salvage the last child they have left. They probably won’t tell Josh the whole truth
but I think he is smart enough to put things together and have a vague
idea about Wendigos and his cannibalism.

As for whether Josh is completely free of Wendigo or not and occurrence of occasional violent fits is yet to be imagined.

If any of you creative peeps have interesting ideas, please jot them down in the re-blog comment section :) I’d love to read them!  
**message is cool too! I tend to miss out on the tagged comments ‘~’

so yes.. this is my head-cannon and the longer comic post I promised.. 
Because he deserves better.

Related comic posts: [ #ExorJosh Master Post ]

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.