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Semifinals

Spoilers for the outer wilds base game ::)

So, a star's light takes a REALLY long time to get to us, and the further it is, the longer it takes. So that means, if a star dies, then we won't stop seeing the light of that star until a LONG time after.

And, putting that logic into Outer Wilds, I realized that the universe isn't dying.

It's already dead.

The stars that are going supernova have already died, ages and ages ago. And the stars that "remain" when the sun goes supernova? They're actually just further away, the dying light not yet reaching the last remaining inhabitants of the universe.

And no, I'm not counting the Nomai that were seeking refuge from one of the only seemingly stable star systems.

Because they're already dead. They have been for a long time.

And doesn't that just make everything all the more lonely.

All the more isolating.

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What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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I AM SO UNHINGED ABOUT THIS OH MY GOSH. CASS. CASS PLEASE. MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS. HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY.

Part 9!

You have no idea how much I've been thinking about this topic

Part 1

Character/Show information found on Gooseworx's tumblr

I went into Gooseworx's tumblr and made a list of all the info found on there so far.

Caine named himself before deciding that it's an acronym that stands for Creative Artificial Intelligence Networking Entity (he thinks it makes him sound more professional)

Caine does not have an age. He is an AI.

Apparently, Caine is likely to be the best singer out of everyone.

Caine can't grasp the concept of irony

Caine is not affected by "this statement is false."

If Caine could remove his outfit, there'd be nothing underneath

Caine gives nicknames to everyone and everything

Bubble speaks backwards once in episode 3.

Bubble is apparently the biggest slut.

Bubble is a much simpler AI created by Caine

Bubble tastes like soap and feels really good when popped

The Moon and the Sun are AI "like bubble."

The mannequins are NPCs

Pomni's hat is part of her body

Pomni does not like being touched.

Pomni's reaction to herself in the mirror isn't a positive one

Apparently, Pomni's hair is black.

Ragatha would give the best hugs. Zooble would give the worst hugs.

Ragatha has been in the Digital Circus the second longest, after Kinger

Ragatha sometimes says things she doesn't necessarily mean if she thinks it'll ease tensions

There's a particular character who hasn't been revealed yet who's practically a Gooseworx self-insert. (He's the mean one...Jax?)

Nobody likes Jax

Jax does not have a tail

Out of everyone trapped in the Digital Circus, Jax deserves to be there the most

Jax did not react well when he appeared in the Digital Circus

Gangle likes to draw, specifically anime

Gangle's favorite anime is Azumanga Daioh

Gangle had an anime character body pillow before she came to the Digital Circus

Gangle also likes One Piece. Her favourite character is Chopper

Kinger is the oldest and the tallest

There's an episode that heavily involves Kinger

Kinger and Zooble eat like a Chao

Zooble has a Zooble box in their room with other body parts and is constantly trying out new parts

Zooble would not allow someone to hug them

Zooble was the last to arrive in the Digital Circus before Pomni

Zooble is very grouchy and irritable

Zooble is 6 months older than Jax

Zooble would smoke weed if possible

Their ages from oldest to youngest:

Kinger - 48

Ragatha - 30

Gangle - 26

Pomni - 25

Zooble - 22

Jax - 22

There's "technically" a worm in episode 2

There are "many" characters we don't know about yet

Some episodes are a 1 on a horror scale, and there is an episode that's a 6 on the horror scale.

Episodes will typically be 21-25 minutes

The queen chess piece is named Queenie

DDCC is an inside joke between Gooseworx and a few friends, the 'X' was added to make it harder to pronounce

The performers of the Digital Circus can feel pain

Abstraction can not be undone

As of november 6th, Gooseworx says, "The plan is eight episodes total, one season"

Every character has a reason for the way they act

The abstracted all look the same

Note that some of this info may have changed since posting (or may have been revealed in the pilot), some may change during the course of the show, and some may be joke answers. Let me know if there's anything I might've missed!

How is bnha anime of the decade...... they aren’t even anime of the hour of the minute of the second

Meatgrinder Part 13: END

THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS ENJOYEd DEATH OF ME: MEATGRINDER THIS OCTOBER! It was a personal project, one I’ve had since 2016, and I’m REALLY REALLY happy I was able to soend time on it to such wonderful and warm reception :D i hope to be abke to continue DoM next october :)

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