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Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript

I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialogue is labeled so I did my best to interpret who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:

MC will be short for Main Character or your player.

** edit 07/26/17: minor text fixes, better formatting, the insertion of more images (courtesy of purpledragon42) , and insert of a working readmore **

Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )

This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.

(Photo Credits: Game Grumps)

START: You’re A Monster

MC:

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.

Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody?

You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m dreaming, or something.

???:

Oh, I guarantee this is real.

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i’ve been waiting for In a Heartbeat for so long and!! it’s here!!

it’s very sweet, i love it so much from the style to the character design to the backgrounds….. hhhhh!!

i felt a giant pang in my heart as i watched it, Sherwin’s heart and its over-eagerness… but like. that’s what it feels like, yeah! it’s such a simple way of showing that, but god, is it a pretty accurate picture. i feel ya, Sherwin, i feel ya. the whole things a bit more bittersweet for me, but ITS STILL GOOD FOLKS

It’s mildly weird for me when people I don’t know send me messages like “but what does your husband think about what you do?”

Or to paraphrase more accurately the last five judgey messages I just scrolled past in my inbox, “Oh, you’re married…what does your husband think of what you do? I don’t imagine he’d be okay with it.”

Like, listen, if you think my husband, the person I opted to spend the rest of my life with till death us do part and even then only maybe if I do the ritual right, isn’t aware of who and what I am and the things that I do for fun and profit…then I’m sorry your marriage sucks. But don’t you take that out on me.

And it’s not like I’m imagining it either because the moment I say he’s fine with it, the tone goes from wary judgement to outright sneering contempt about how we clearly don’t take the sanctity of marriage seriously if i can “get away” with what I do and it’s like, I’m not the one lying to my partner/living in fear of his judgement??? Like ????? How am I the one in the unhealthy relationship here? And do you need help getting out, cause honestly I’m here if you need it.

Like I know a lot of romance readers started following me a while back and some of them have specific Tastes for their fiction but honestly miss me with that heteronormative bullshit and your toxic ideas about love and what constitutes a marriage. And excuse you for having the audacity to even think you’re in a place to comment on my relationship.

And for the record, ETD is not just fine with my work. He’s god dam proud of me. And I’m proud of me too.

So kindly, and with all due respect, get fucked.

nonameni3003  asked:

Hi Mom, this is a really weird question. How much will the name Blutstein be mentioned in Hunger Pangs? I'm worried because for me personally it's always breaking my immersion a little bit because I have to stop and roll my eyes at the not quite German name. This really isn't intended to be mean spirited, it's just something I want to take into consideration as it could potentially impact my enjoyment of the book. I'm still really looking forward to Hunger Pangs!

Boy I hope you don’t speak Latin too cause the amount of fake joke Latin I use is going to really tick you off :P

Vlad tries very hard not to go by his last name, he’s always telling people “Just Vlad, please” and a lot of people go by their titles and or first names. Riya is often just “Miss Riya” and Lady Margarete is either “Lady M” or well, Lady Margarete. The Count never goes by his name, he’s just The Count.

The only real time it gets referred to is the Castle name, which Nathan actually comments on the first time he sees it and realizes what an awful name it is.

Nathan squinted at the slip of paper in his hand, lips moving as he read the details of his new posting. He looked up at Major Moore and raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

“Castle Blood Stone, really?

Major Moore coughed, shuffling the paperwork in front of him. “I am lead to believe that the old Count had something of an…odd…sense of humor.”

“He couldn’t bloody spell, that’s for sure.”

For what it’s worth it often just gets referred to as The Castle.

6

“Up until now, time had lost meaning to Stark because life had lost meaning. Now it was different: Time continued to mean nothing to Stark, but it wasn’t because of a sense of hopelessness. It was for the same reason it usually happened: He was in the throes of creativity.

Tony Stark was perfectly capable of getting up first thing in the morning, heading down to his work shop, and working until he finally noticed the hunger pangs in his stomach screaming at him. Taking a break, he would head to the kitchen to grab some breakfast only to discover that it was dinnertime.

That same focus of energy and effort was present now.”

-Iron Man Movie Novelization | Gif Series

jewish-fangirl-life  asked:

Mom mom mom! How is Nathan gonna keep kosher if he's a werewolf? I think I might have missed whether or not he can control himself while he's a wolf, but how does it work?

True blooded werewolves in Hunger Pangs are better able to control what they do as wolves, with full moons being the exception where the human brain takes a backseat and tries not to cringe too hard at the stuff that goes on. It’s sort of accepted mythology that an agreement with the gods was reached, and that in exchange for their powers they have to go through the change once a month without fail as payment for their long lives and supernatural abilities, and as with any culture when new people come into it, certain new traits and beliefs shifted and changed over the years, and at some point the werewolf culture in Nathan’s part of the world, began to include the practice of keeping kosher during human phases of their life, as a means of separating themselves from actual wolves.

And I’ll level with you at this point, this idea is something purely from my childhood. 

My dad was raised by his Jewish grandmother, he grew up keeping kosher and went on to become a kosher butcher and our household was kept kosher purely out of habit and familiarity even though us kids were all baptized Christian. 

He was also a story teller and liked to mix and match his myths, and at the time when I was getting super into the local Celtic mythology and reading everything my grubby little hands could reach in the library, was also when my dad started writing stories for me and telling me about Great Grandma who was Different from my other Grandma and also why we had two kitchen sinks in the house and two fridges and two sets of knives for everything, and why the family sometimes lapsed into Yiddish when arguing, because I dunno if you’ve ever heard angry Scottish people arguing in Yiddish, but it’s a damn fine way to be expressively ticked off.

One of the stories was a werewolf (wulver in Celtic lore) whose angst came from needing to atone for the things he ate as a wolf, not because he was inherently a monster, but because he was Jewish and couldn’t keep kosher on full moons. And my dad made it funny, he made up stories about all the things this wulver would do to try and keep to his faith, about going to see his Rabbi and asking really specific and weirdly obscure questions and the Rabbi was eventually like listen, kid, whatever is going on, take it up with the Big Guy, you’re doing your best and that’s all you ever can do. If He doesn’t like it, that’s His problem for letting it happen, tell him that…in the meantime…make amends however you see fit for…whatever you got going on. Just be a good person, kiddo, or…whatever you are. G-d will understand.

Which was how my dad worked in the Celtic lore part about how wulvers would guard children and feed starving families and give money to charity and just generally be a swell guy who after the end of every full moon had a tendency to brush his teeth really hard while muttering about being chosen for this life. In the end, the man realizes it is not a curse, but a means to help people who need it the most. What is actually a small inconvenience to him (ie not always being able to keep kosher due to circumstances outwith his control), has prompted him to do great wonderful things for those around him, and perhaps without his monthly suffering he would not be the good, kind person he became. Which I suppose was my father’s heavy handed way of trying to tell me—in the way his grandmother told him—you can overcome suffering, and that which you cannot overcome, you persevere with and try to do good anyway.

A little thickly laid on perhaps, but it stayed with me, evidently, as some 20 years later I write about a werewolf who doesn’t quite know if he believes in gods, but still keeps to their in-world-version of kosher out of habit and looks at the suffering in the world around him and decides kindness is the remedy.