No-one knows what is happening.
No-one knows what is happening.
There is a lot of danger out there, okay?
The wind ruffled their fur and tugged at the grass, which smelt of thyme and self-heal. The solitude felt like a release and a blessing. The height, the sky and the distance went to their heads and they skipped in the sunset. "O Frith on the hills!" cried Dandelion. "He must have made it for us."
"He may have made it, but Fiver thought of it for us," answered Hazel. "Wait till we get him up here!"
We are looking for anomalies, says the professor, because nobody else is looking for them, and when nobody is looking for something the picture of the world is incomplete. It is her suspicion that the picture is even more incomplete than we realize.
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God, I have everything to say about Anomalies. It's unassuming. It's scarce. I'm sure it's not that obscure, but I've never seen anyone discussing it in the wild; I found it as a link with a short premise in an FAQ on Reddit of all places, not somewhere I expect to find anything interesting to read. But I did find it - stumbled on it - and it drove its dagger somewhere deep into my soul. Anomalies is powerful. It would be easy to say it is eerie, because in its own way, it is eerie, but what I feel reading it is a dark allure, this almost morbid desire to step into the skin of its protagonist and be swallowed up by something I cannot understand, to partake in some Wild Hunt, to stare into the unknown and know it is staring back. For my life to be altered.
This is not a mystery story. It's a story about mysteries, but that is a different thing entirely. Anomalies presents a world of infinitessimally small hauntings, so easy to overlook but so impossibly large in their implications - a world that almost invites you to believe, or at least, to wonder if it is your own - but it's not about that. It's about how people engage with the unknown; it's about being consumed and losing yourself in the best and worst of ways; it's about seeing things that have never been seen before; it's about -
I don't know what to say about the ending except that it is quite possibly the biggest gut-punch a piece of media has ever thrown at me. When I first read this comic and reached That Panel, I spent maybe a minute straight just staring in shock.
Ted the Caver
Something was pulling the rope back into the cave!
The Dionaea House
So, about Boise. I best get to that now before someone finally catches up to me, and now it's really just a matter of time before I'm dragged through the front door of a house that smells like fresh bread and warm blood.
But as I said, they aren't houses.
There is No Antimemetics Division
He understands his error now. He might as well have tried to poison the ocean. He sees the whole thing, Red's grotesque vision for the world, his/its immense, vicious promise. The rot is everywhere. Those hundred thousand infected are a foretaste. The spores are flourishing secretly in every aspect of reality: in people's lungs, in their minds, their words, in the soil, in the sky. Maggots and cancers and star signals.
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I'm honestly tempted to say TiNAD changed my perspective of what the SCP Wiki could be. That's really dramatic, but it was the first tale series I really enjoyed and engaged with and I still consider it, as a whole, one of the best pieces of writing on the wiki, in all its bleak, triumphant, violent glory. qntm maintains incredible, impossibly high stakes throughout the story without it becoming completely and overwhelmingly dark - each victory is met with a new loss, but they are still victories, and there is a constant promise that someone, somewhere, is working to undo all this. The imagery is fascinating. The action scenes, though sparse, are gripping. Even as the world of the Antimemetics Division comes into view, there are new surprises around every corner - there is never a feeling that things are going unexplained, but when you've finished the story and pull back to look it over, you find that mystery is still living and thriving in hidden alcoves and dark corners. The world of the Foundation has always been defined by the inexplicable, and antimemetics is perhaps the quintessential study of the unknown and unknowable - so it's almost masterful that TiNAD, even perfectly whole, leaves you with a few unanswered questions.
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Minuit Moins Cinq (Five Minutes to Midnight)
I met two of my best friends at this gig, which technically makes it the best gig of my life, no offense to your horrifying hallucinatory experience.
Walking With Dinosaurs
See... it's been like a billion years since I actually watched Prehistoric Park. It's an old series, and a very niche one, at that, not the kind of thing you find anywhere (and definitely not the kind of thing you find freely on the Internet, lol). The point is, I do not remember it well. I barely remember it at all. But I do know that when I was young it sparked joy and wishful wonder in my heart that is rarely matched, and I still think of its premise fondly. I've been interested in paleobiology since I learned to read, after all. The idea of being able to observe extinct animals in person is a beautiful, awe-striking, impossible dream.
I also afford Prehistoric Park the honor of having the best intro I have ever seen on a TV show. Genuinely. It's a stunner. What if extinction didn't have to be forever?
House of Leaves
I'm sure I'll have a lot to say about this book once I'm done actually reading it. As it is, I'm working through it very slowly, but when I do have the wherwithal to read it (it's dense and hard to follow, and I find the simultaneous narrative thing makes both hard to digest) I'm finding myself enthralled. I like Zampano a lot. I can never decide if I feel bad for Johnny or want to kick his ass.
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