What is your personal favorite group of monsters? And what is your least favorite group of monsters? And why?
My own personal favorite groups are mostly: Chimerae, Vermin, Plant, Fae, Demon, Tsukumogami. My ultimate favorite is probably Aberration. I just always liked the freaks of nature, the bizarre, the magical and insane.
My least favorite group is probably the Gods, never cared much for powerhouses! Don’t really care for the Humanoid group that much either.
And while most of these creatures (spare for some fake myths) come from mythology, this is from my own project. So some undead aren’t undead in the myth/folklore/cryptid stories, and many plants aren’t plants in the real myth, same with Oozes. But otherwise most monsters end up in the same groups which is boring.
Nathan Dornez a 32 year old hospital patient who was just riddled with illnesses. From simple Anemia to Cyclic Vomiting. He was just sort of a medical anomaly. He spent most if not all of his life in and out of hospitals. Weak. Skinny. He could hardly keep a meal down without throwing it back up. He eventually found the Mu Center, and with it Theodore. Theodore gave him some minimum sense of hope, despite his critical illnesses, Theodore treated him like a human being rather than just some burden.
He willingly gave himself to Theodore and his cult when in STEM.
•Not only do deadly, and rather toxic fumes come from his mask, but due to his Cyclic Vomiting he also spazzes and spews out streams and puddles of acidic like liquid. The player can not run into, as it causes damage. It’s viable they watch for the key signs of this, as getting trapped into a corner is surely death.
•There’s also the fatal possibility Pestilence may vomit on you. Not only will the contents cause damage (though not to the extent of Lament’s) it will also cause your health to slowly dwindle away. The only way to stop this is by using a syringe. It’s wise to keep as many on you, and to also look around for any that could be in the room.
•Despite his crowd control, and fatal offensive techniques, Pestilence is still physically ill, and weak. It wouldn’t take but a few shot gun blasts to take him down. However, getting close to him is rather difficult, considering his the fumes from his mask can coughs one to cough and become slowed until they rush away from him.
Friendly reminder that in Supernatural, they battle Pestilence – a horseman who literally just makes everyone around him sick. I remember watching that episode when it first came out like seven years ago and not understanding why I was so in love with it. Because all at once, Sam, Dean, and Castiel are in a room with him just coughing and gagging and omfg it’s great okay.
You blow your congested nose for the thirty-billionth time that hour. Schonkkkszzzzfffshsk. You toss another tissue into a plastic bag filled to the brim with snot rags. “Ugh,” you sniffle. Your adopted brothers, Sam and Dean, had thankfully begun to notice your ever growing cold during a hard bout of research of the Mark of Cain.
“Y/N? You feeling okay?”
“Yeah, Sam. I’m good,” you mutter fatigued. “Just…little tired.” You wipe your nose and turn to the next page of the Gaelic bible you were attempting to study. You “Did you guys turn up the heat or something?”
Dean looks at you concerned. “No, it’s same as always. Why?”
“Really? It’s really hot in here.”
Sam puts down another thick book on the Bunker library table and walks over to you. “Your cheeks are pretty red,” he notes. He places his hand on your forehead.
“C’mon, Sam. What am I, five?” The rest of your comment is lost in the bout of nasty coughing that erupts from your throat. You turn away and hack into your elbow.
Sam raises his eyebrows. “Wow, Y/N. You’re really hot.”
“Comes with the job description,” you mutter in return.
“Not what I mean. All right you, off to bed.” Sam starts shooing you away from the library table.
“What is this? I’m fine, Sam. I can keep going.” A sudden wave of heat washes over you and you start to feel faint. You stagger trying to regain your footing.
“Hey, careful Y/N.” Dean comes over to where you are and helps steady yourself. “You’re pretty clammy. How long have you felt like this?”
“I-I don’t know. My head’s a little fuzzy.” You place the heel of your palm up to your forehead, twist it back and forth in place. “I’ll be fine. Lets just get back to work-” You just about completely keel over in Dean’s arms.
“Woah there.” Dean scoops you up bridal style. “That’s a pretty high fever you’ve got there. You’re going to bed and I’ll grab you something to help. Okay? You with me?”
“Mmhph.” You grumble. Honestly? You are just too tired and too hot to care about what happened next. You nod to Dean and he carries you down the hall to your room.
He spoke to you in a softer voice. “Y/N, don’t burn yourself out while we look for stuff on the Mark. You don’t have to do that for me.”
“Yeah I do. You’re my brother, ya idjit.” You manage to get a small smile out of your surrogate bro.
“Just take care of yourself also.” Dean gently sets you down on your bed. “Stay here, I’ll grab something for your fever.”
Pretty much as soon as Dean walks out of your room, your head registers that your pillow is much softer than a table. Your brain completely takes over sending a you-will-sleep-now signal to your whole body.
By the time you woke up, your fever had escalated into a full blown, bed confining case of the flu. And that’s where you are now: stuck in bed, honking your brains out into an ever growing pile of tissues, trying to find something about the Mark of Cain for Dean.
A soft knock on your door stirs you from your slow research. You look up. “Rudolb sbeaking. Was ub?” Talking with a stuffed up nose was worse than torture.
Sam enters. “Hey. Just wanted to see how you were doing. You had Dean and I pretty worried when you passed out on the bed last night.”
“I’b fine now, Sam.”
He smiles. “Your nose says otherwise.”
“Leabe the bose out of thib!”
Sam puts his hands up defensively smiling. “All right. Nose, you’re out of this.”
“Shut ub.” You burrow back under the blankets. “What bo you wanb?”
“Nothing. Just to make sure that my sister was resting up and getting better.” Sam sits on the bed next to you. “There anything I can get you?”
“Nah. I’b goob for now.” You turn away to let loose a wet cough. “Ugh. You sure Pestibance isn’b loose?”
“The horseman? Pestilence?” Sam laughs. “I can barely understand you with your nose all stuffy.”
“Bose says go abay.”
“Nose says go away?” Sam translates with a grin. “Okay, Nose. I’m going.” Sam stands back up and walks to the doorframe. “Take everything easy for a while, okay? Dean and I are gonna stay here until you get better, so you don’t have to worry about any hunts for a while.”
“Bhanks, Bam.” You smile as he walks away from your room. You open back up the Men of Letters book again, a smile on your face with the knowledge that whatever happened to you, your brothers always had your back. Even for days like this.
So this was the episode I was
waiting for. Three eps in, you’ve reset the board, you’ve got your sea legs,
this is the time to ramp things up.
That didn’t happen. Don’t get me
wrong, there’s still some good stuff happening here (especially at the end),
but I need the show to kick it into
crazy mode. I need fast-paced and over-the-top. I need the madness that
made this show brilliant. The word I
would use to describe the first three episodes is “pleasant,” and that’s not a
Sleepy Hollow needs to get in
gear. Tell me what the damn tree is. Okay, Pandora is creepy and fun and enjoys
fear-based gardening. Let’s move it
along. What is her game, how is she involved, and what is our overarching
plot? I know the show is moving more procedurally, but they’ve still clearly
chosen to have an arc so get to it. We’re 1/6 done with the season already and nothing substantial has happened.
Other thoughts on the episode:
First: This is the lamest episode title ever. Phoning it in.
For a show that’s going strongly
procedural, there still were a shit-ton of previouslies. This is not a show you
can just jump into. You might be able to jump back into it, but even so, it’s not simple.
So Pandora’s lair is underground,
but the tree is popping out of a hole and into the sunlight. Has no one noticed
a new massive tree that sprouts blue roses? Then again it’s Sleepy Hollow so
that probably wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.
I kind of love Crane being a rabble-rouser in a kind
of Patrick Henry/Sam Adams way in the government office line. It’s nice seeing
the, well, revolutionaryaspects
of his history. So often we see him in a war context we forget what he was
really fighting for. Seeing him dig into the political context is a good touch.
That said, America was never founded on the idea of inclusion for all and sure
as hell wasn’t during your day, but OK. And Abbie scrolling her phone while he
goes off is perfection. Still makes zero sense she wouldn’t sign the form in
the first place.
So fatherhood is clearly a big theme this season. We’ve got Abbie
stalking hers, Jenny trying to reconcile her memories of her adopted father,
even a namecheck about Crane’s dad (who we unfortunately probably won’t see
since Victor Garber is on Legends of Tomorrow now). And it really highlighted
how much they blew the opportunity with Crane’s son. It was never a good idea, but if they’d taken Abbie and Jenny on this
journey last season while tying it in with Crane’s struggles with fatherhood?
That could have been really thematically powerful. So many wasted
But it’s interesting to hear Crane
talking about how meeting Abbie’s father could help mend old wounds and Abbie’s
like “eh, maybe not so much.” As ever, Crane
wants to hold on and make sense of the past, while Abbie just wants to move on.
Uh huh. Crane wants to “consummate”
with his country. Yes. There is no
double entendre here, nothing to see, move along.
“Abyss of red tape and apathy” is
the name of my normcore band. We mostly do covers of Sesame Street songs in
Crane quoting himself and geeze do
I wanna punch him.
This is gonna get ranty so pull up
a chair. The monster of the week is a complete failure. Awful. For so many
reasons. Here, I need sub-bullets.
Lonely spurned white guy goes on a killing spree. That isn’t fun, show.
That isn’t fantasy. It’s a headline. Women and innocent men are killed constantly because some white dweeb can’t
get himself laid. They even had him
wearing a black trench coat. And you built an entire plot around that? This
show is supposed to be escapist. But this is a too-real, too-gross plot point
you’ve used before with Abraham, that witch dude in “Spellcaster” and probably
other times too. You need to stop.
The MacGuffin knife thingie is
basically a re-tread of the Coin of Judas. People robbed of their free will isn’t
an especially interesting thing to watch either. Especially when it’s someone
we don’t care about.
I think the idea of someone
merging with a cursed weapon is pretty interesting, but Jack the Ripper was 100% the wrong mythology to choose with this.
It also makes zero sense that Crane would equate a student murder at the
snootiest school in England with an event a hundred years later where
prostitutes were killed in one of London’s seediest quarters. Jack the Ripper
also did not exsanguinate his victims; he mutilated them, often sexually. He
also removed organs. He slit their throats, didn’t do gut stabs. And yes, this
show is stupid, I get that, but if you’re going to make this your case of the
week, it should have at least a passing similarity.
There is simply no way anyone would
connect these murders to either Crane’s friend or Jack the Ripper. Period.