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zikadraws · 1 year

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I dunno if it's just me, but I'm kind of very intrigued by the Wahoo World mascot, Fresh Fish. Like the idea that Seafolk in Splatoon have their very own cartoon culture, it's interesting to me. What are their fairytales like ? Their pop culture ? And how much of it may have human pop culture ? Is the Pokemon/Transformers/Smash Bros Splatfest thing canon lore-wise ? Do they know what these are from archeology or something else ?

Whatever may be the answers to these questions, I thought I'd do some fanart about this little toon guy. Also some headcanons.

So the Mascot gear that we get in the game is very different aesthetically from Fresh Fish the original toon character, exactly like these animatronics/mascot costumes from Disneyland or whatever fast food place that look fundamentally uncanny compared to the advertised toon characters.

So the OG Fresh Fish is obviously nowhere as creepy that the dudes who wear his mascot gear, however the recent public commercialization of this gear to Turf Players -to try and advertise Wahoo World in sports- triggered the start of his creepypasta era, to the greatest regret of his owners, but also their greater profit. You know how creepypasta fans can be.

Fresh Fish currently has about a dozen creepypastas to his name, even though practically all of them are about Mascot Gear wearers being creepy. These stories are in the vein of "Treasure Island"/"Abandoned by Disney"-type of creepypastas.

Fresh Fish is pretty much the Splatoon equivalent of Mickey Mouse, complete with being more than 80 years old and being one of the most known cartoon mascots out there. (Except his company struggle to keep the flame alive, as most youth lose interest to get into sports and quest for freshness, and it's mostly popular with little kids and nostalgic adults. Also they don't own as much animation than corporate monster Disney, though they're on that brink and very wealthy, it's just not quite as bad.)

Fresh Fish is mostly successful in his 'classic rubberhose toon' series, as many fans enjoy slapstick, and much like Mickey before him, goes on adventures/mysteries during his episodes. His personality is similar to Mickey, in the sense that he's "that nice guy that helps everybody", except he's more fashionable and just a tiiiny bit clueless ; and relies mainly on cartoon luck and hopes that his foes will go easy on his dense ass. He also has pals/acolytes, but no romantic partner.

He can't use ink, but he's been known to have a shot at it (ha ha) more than once.

There are a bunch of sponsor episodes staring brand mascots that are either horribly cringe or very engaging, no in-betweens.

After the creepypasta uprising, his company started out spookier episodes and a new character trait to be unintentionally off-putting (pretty much making him unknowingly autistic), which have actually a decent success.

His eyes actually DO glow in the dark, but it's just a specie thing.

And boy I'd probably come up with more, but I think I'm gonna stop here.

Alright anyway, I hope you like it ! I totally agree that the dudes who use his mascot gear are one whole other level of Splatoon player, but you get my vibe. It's just funny to speculate.

Oh yeah btw I do indeed love "Classic Toons" characters. I might do more around him in the future. (Maybe in the style of that one fake Splatoon 3 artbook I did for school that I have yet to show someday.)

Thanks for your attention and have a good day :)

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon headcanons #fresh fish #cartoon characters #toon #toon style #bianca drew #oc #long post #randomness #nintendo #pencil art #scanner #click for quality

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scrollofthoth · 2 years

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Go Team Thoth! Ancient Egyptian Religion Explained by Threskiornis

Analogies – some people love them. Others hate them. Bad analogies are the shit-bricks by which memes are built. This is a good one I swear. At least good at explaining the situation. But horrible for me due to my own sensibilities.

These things are complicated. Just look at the people I admire and despise. Hunter S. Thompson loved guns and loved sports. I still consider him a literary hero. On the other hand, I despise Winston Churchill. His only saving grace is that he was just slightly to the left of being a fascist, which made him a good tool for fighting them, and his total lack of shits to give towards anything related to sports.

“No sports.”

With great loathing I release this analogy on the world because, because… it just works too damn well at explaining the situation. That situation being Ancient Egyptian religion. That analogy being modern professional sports teams.

Every town in in Egypt had its own God-Team. People love their local God-Team. They root for their local God-Team. When out in the fields or hauling big ass rocks for the Pharaoh, you can bet they were talking about whose God-Team was the best. Who was the most powerful God-Team. Whose God-Team threw the best parties.

Like I said, I’m not a fan of sports. I have other interests. But I get it. I understand these things represent a hell of lot more than your local sports-entertainment corporation. They are a reason to get together. A reason to build community. I can get behind that.

Mind you, even though you have your own hometown God-Team, doesn’t mean they are your favorite God-Team. Sometimes, people just jive with some other God-Team. They like their style. They like the things they represent. Maybe they just like the other God-Team’s mascot or their cheerleaders (priesthood.) But when the big game comes, the festival, they’re out there waving flags and swilling beer like everyone else in town. You think you can chug down copious amounts of piss-yellow domestic lager during the game? The Egyptians have you beat. I guarantee it. They loved their beer. Gods bless them for it.

Every story in Egyptian mythology has a perspective. A lot of that perspective depends on where it comes from. A myth in your hometown will prominently feature your God-Team. Showing everyone they’re the best. While a myth from another town may not mention your God-Team at all. The dirty bastards.

People especially love the home God-Team when they are winning. How do you know when your God-Team is winning? When the Pharoah takes a special interest in your God-Team and treats its temples and priests with favor. Then you can get really popular. Horus, Osiris, Isis – they were the New York Yankees, San Francisco 49ers, and Manchester United of their time.

So, root-root-root for your God-Team. If the Pharoah doesn’t bless them, that’s a shame.

#ancient egypt #egyptian mythology

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ask-iamnotanalicorn · 3 years

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Previous: The Discord Timeline

The Industrial Devolution Timeline:

The road to economic domination was creeping and insidious.

First, Nightmare Moon returned. Celestia and Cadance were able to subdue her, locking her in a (very comfortable) prison while Celestia sought a way to free her sister of the evil influence warping her mind. With the monarch so distracted and Princess Cadance struggling to take up the slack, a few opportunistic entrepreneurs began getting their roots into the market.

Then the Crystal War began, dividing Celestia’s and Cadance’s attention even further. The Changelings attacked, sowing destruction and distrust until Cadance defeated their queen. Tirek cut a swath through the countryside before being stopped, increasing the economic struggles. It was as if a domino of assaults on the Equestrian daily life had started, with none able to stop the ever-larger dominoes from toppling.

Celestia was terribly injured during the final fight that destroyed King Sombra. Luna finally overcame her rage and the parasitic magic fueling it, but went into seclusion out of shame and a desire to tend to her wounded sister. Cadance’s focus was split between post-war rebuilding in Equestria, assisting the confused, freed, and much-distrusted crystal ponies with stabilizing their crippled city, and tending to her own first child. With their leaders so distracted and the country still reeling from so many attacks, ponies desperately reached out for any kind of financial and necessities stability.

Perfectly fertile soil for the country’s most hostile economic takeover in its history.

Flim and Flam’s tactics were simple yet effective: move in wherever large numbers of companies had collapsed and fill the void with simple, cheap necessities that anypony could afford. As their finances grew, they began to expand, beating out surrounding competition with their rock-bottom prices until they could either buy out or crush their competitors. They continued this strategy further and further out, their influence spreading like hives across Equestria until hardly any retailers of food, drinks, household goods, small machine parts, and pretty much every other goods reseller below industrial level still operated. (Although who knew what the future might hold for FlimFlam Industries?) Once competition decreased to almost nill, they raised their prices to just barely affordable, swelling their already full pockets.

By the end of the Crystal War, they had such a grip, so much financial and political power, that even if the princesses should realize the toxic hold this company has on the market, it will be a long road back to rebalancing the economy. The country has, regrettably, come to rely on Flim Flam Industries, and their stranglehold would not be easily broken.

Sales always dreamed of being a traveling salespony. He’d even gotten a taste of it before the war. But now... well, there was no one to sell for. Companies kept dying out from under him. And if it weren’t bad enough that FFI already sold cheap, unexciting product options, the further lack of competition gave them even less incentive to TRY. They could cut costs on everything from packaging to flavor to color options; there was absolutely no consideration for variety or improvement or innovation. Soon everything in those blasted pop-up depots came in bland, uniformly labeled containers, with names like FLOUR and SOAP and TOWELS. There was no ART to it, and worst of all, no heart. And certainly no need for a door-to-door sales technique - not when F&F Depots were on every corner and people already had little choice but to get their goods from them.

So that’s how Sales ended up here, running one of those blasted depots. It is barely salesponyship, but it was still the closest thing he could find to his special talent. Meanwhile pollution and unchecked labor laws are creeping out from the cities, and farms are being consumed for their timber and factory locations. Quills & Sofas went under, leaving Sales’ father without a job and one more worry for Salespitch. Everypony prays that Celestia would heal, that Cadance would realize the depths of what was happening and make some move to stop it, that even the once-evil Princess Luna rumored to be tending her sister in the castle would take a stand. But for now, FFI is taking full advantage of the rulers’ distraction and obliviousness to tighten their hold on the country’s economy. Sales works and keeps his head down; it’s too great an issue for one pony to tackle, especially a pony whose only real talent is talking.

He tries to remind himself that things could be worse. Despite crummy wages and the soul-deadening monotony of just grabbing standard crap off a shelf when asked, Sales IS making a living. He makes an effort to keep his depot looking like the pony who works there actually cares (a façade FFI has long since abandoned.) Black took up work as a stocker in the store, so at least they get to hang out. Pollution isn’t as bad in Featherhorn (yet), although the deforestation and smog have been spreading nearer. But Sales just can’t get around the fact that there’s a briefcase-shaped hole in his soul where good, honest, smart salesponyship was meant to be. It’s hard not to be bitter and miserable when your purpose has been almost completely taken away from you. Still... if Sales can find a way to get a new company going without being ground under Flim and Flam’s hooves... maybe he can go back to doing what he loves, and the world will feel a little more right again. Fun Facts About The Flim Flam Timeline:

- I got my idea for a total economic takeover from a book 6 of the Pendragon series, “The Quillen Games” by D.J. MacHale. Its setting is a world where a single corporation has such control that they even own the people to an extent, but I didn’t want to go THAT dark (although this is still darker than my initial draft), so I stopped at just owning all of the selling outlets. Lack of competition in capitalism breeds complacency, leading to high prices with minimal improvement or variety. (That book may have also stuck in my mind because it was the first time an author so thoroughly pulled the rug out from under me that I was too depressed to finish the series. I can’t HANDLE that kind of catastrophic reversal, MacHale!!!)

- Sales’s dad, Sales Patter, lost his job as Head of Sales at Quills & Sofas after the company was eaten by FlimFlam Industries. He currently lives at home taking care of Pitch Perfect while Pitch Forward does her best to bring in funding through her competitive high-diving sponsorships. Sales and Black contribute money as well, although Black has a surprisingly well-stocked savings account that he refuses to explain to anyone.

- Flim and Flam offered Sales a job as their company spokespony, mainly because they loved the idea of having an ‘alicorn’ as their mascot. Obviously he turned them down, but he did still grudgingly accept a position at the Featherhorn depot since it’s the closest thing he can find to what he’s good at. (Flim and Flam do still like to give people a show, especially when it comes to the smoke and mirrors they must use to keep the wealthier populace and government from paying too much attention to some of the ways FFI cuts their spending - at the expense of their workers, mostly.)

- I’ve seen others do this timeline harsher; there’s a fimfiction that had an interesting take on Celestia being injured in her fight with Nightmare Moon and then IMPRISONED by Flim and Flam’s company so it could take over, which led to an ever-rising problem with pollution, underage workers, poor labor laws, and backhoof politics. Some of that does exist in this timeline, but I went with a severe injury and seclusion in the palace. The Princesses are still AROUND, but being carefully shielded from the truly dark nature of some of Flim and Flam’s machinations. It may just take someone getting their attention drawn to the right things to start the ball rolling...

- Sales and Patter do team up to create a small startup company, selling goods made by Featherhorn’s citizens to the local area. Black uses his connections as a Royal Service agent to sneak them into the palace, where they get an uber-rare meeting with Princess Celestia, who is blessedly awake enough to recognize the little AI and hear their plight. She convinces Luna, who has been taking care of her this whole time, that something needs to be done. Luna is grossly undereducated about modern economics and business practices, but she pulls Cadance in, and while Cadance works on investigating these horrible labor practices they’ve reported, Luna begins brushing up on her education and offers some protection to Sales’ little company. She does, in fact, find some obscure ancient laws that give them a leg up in the fight against FFI when they inevitably try to buy out, sue, and/or bankrupt Sales’ and Patter’s company into the ground. But they start making some headway.

- It’s a long road back to a balanced market, and much of the work will be done by the Princesses. But the inspiration ponies draw from the changes they see starts the dominoes again - this time, in the direction of positive change.

Next Week: The Wasteland Timeline (finale!)

#mlp ask blog #pony ask blog #my little pony #flim flam brothers #IANAA #salespitch #celestia #cadance #luna

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evolutionsvoid · 7 years

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To anyone who has ever enjoyed mocking corporations or laughing at the sheer stupidity of companies, the tale of the Greedy Pudding Bear is well known. There are some though, who may not have been alive or even aware of this blunder at the time. Perhaps they have heard snippits or seen references to this incident, but they do not know the whole story. To those who wish to learn about the whole debacle, or those who just want to hear it again, simply read on. The victims of this incident was Resdale Foods, an American food company that manufactured dozens of different products and food ingredients, with most of their products focusing on dairy. In the year 2003, Resdale Foods was looking to add a new product to their lineup: pudding cups. Other dairy-based companies had their own pudding lines that they sold, and Resdale Foods was looking to finally join this specific market. Being so late to the party, though, it was decided that their pudding brand had to work extra hard to gain the customer's attention. If they had rolled out their pudding cups and dumped them into stores without announcement and fanfare, then they would obviously be ignored as mothers bought the same brand that their children had been eating for years. So Resdale Foods chose to give this new product a marketing campaign, a way to catch children's attention which in turn would reach the ears of mom and dad. The best way to do this, they believed, was giving the product a mascot. Many other food products aimed at children had their own mascots, many of which we can all name by memory. Resdale Foods sought to add a new mascot to the supermarkets, one that would catch a child's eye on both the shelves and TV commercials. This is where things start to get interesting.

As one can imagine, corporate heads don't exactly have the imagination and talent with design to just whip up a mascot out of thin air. That job went to graphic designers and artists that the company would commission for work. The big bosses up above wanted a mascot that was iconic and memorable, one that children would love and easily spot on the packaging. As stated before, such people didn't know what went into designing such a mascot, as all they wanted was results. They did not know an exact design, but they had an idea of what they wanted. The raw concept they came up with was a mascot who was a bear, almost teddy-like, as their coloration brought to mind chocolate. They thought that perhaps a mischievous bear who played tricks and stole pudding cups would be endearing, kind of like the Trix rabbit or, more fittingly, the Sugar Bear. With this rough concept of a mascot, they contacted several graphic designers, looking to hire them to draw up some ideas for what this mascot would look like. Here is where stories begin to conflict. If one would take the word of Resdale Foods, they would say that they teamed up with these graphic designers and worked closely together to come up with several ideas for this mascot. The end result was caused by saboteurs and disgruntled employees, who sought to besmirch their name. On the other hand, the graphic designers tell a completely different tale. According to them, Resdale Foods was about as sloppy and frustrating as one could imagine when working with such a large corporate machine. Artists claim that communication between them and Resdale Foods was garbled and extremely difficult. One, whose name remains anonymous, claimed that Resdale Foods "walked in, dumped the mess on our laps and then just left without a word." The designers say that the whole concept and idea of the project was muddled and unclear. All they had to work with was the idea that they needed to make a mascot, and the only info they got for said mascot were the words "Greedy Pudding Bear." Any clarifications or discussions with Resdale Foods were met with unanswered calls, ignored e-mails and statements like "just design a mascot" or "we don't care how it looks, just make it good." The extremely frustrating process took some time, and when all was said and done, six different mascot concepts were sent to Resdale Foods. The plan that Resdale Foods had for selecting a mascot was to do a focus group with children, and have them pick their favorites. The concepts would be presented to them, and the kids would select which ones they liked more, which would obviously lead to the company finding which design of the bunch was superior. While this seemed like an easy task, more blundering was done on their part. The heads of the project had not even seen the concept art for this mascot, and had instead put the task of arranging this presentation on the shoulders of an intern. This unfortunate worker dealt with the same lack of communication as the graphic designers did, making so that hardly anyone in the company even knew who had what or who was doing what. In the end, the intern arranged a presentation for the children, showcasing the mascot designs that had been sent in. This intern is where most of the blame for this incident lies. While the graphic designers may have sent something as a joke, it was his job to filter out such foolishness. He continues, to this day, to deny that he had any knowledge of this seventh mascot design. he claims that he had put six designs in the slideshow, and that someone else must have slipped in the seventh one. By his word, he says that he had been setup by the company in order to have him fired, while the company claims that he let the design slip in due to him have grievances with them. Regardless of who did what, when the presentation hit the screen that day, there were seven mascots in it. As the reports say, Resdale Foods had brought several children and their parents in that day as a focus group. What they had planned was to present each concept to them one at a time, and gather comments from the crowd. In the end, when all designs had been presented, the kids would pick which one they liked the most, and the company would go from there. Things in the meeting had gone well for a bit, before they presented design number three. While all the other mascot designs were cartoony and cheery, the one that appeared on the screen was something more fitting for a horror movie. As one can imagine, this ended with screaming, crying children and extremely angry parents. The presenters were caught off guard and left dumbfounded, as they had not been aware of this horrific addition. Everything fell apart there, as parents stormed out of the headquarters with their terrified children and the company scrambled to figure out what went wrong. Any efforts of damage control were in vain, as the incident quickly made its way into the news, and the whole nation turned to laugh at the company. Parents were furious with the company, believing it was some kind of cruel joke, or perhaps some marketing stunt for an upcoming horror movie. The graphic designers involved swore that they did not create or send that design to Resdale Foods. Interviews and investigations turned up the faulty lines of communication that caused the whole debacle, which only further embarrassed the company. In the end, three people lost their jobs, and the whole project was shut down. Resdale Foods did attempt to sell their pudding cups in stores, but they did not attach a mascot to them, in fear of bringing the debacle to mind. This did not fool the public, and company quietly pulled their product from the shelves. The company scrubbed all evidence of this incident from their records and history, trying to move on and forget about the whole mess. The public though, did not forget so easily. The internet had a field day with this massive blunder, and many sites continued to mock Resdale Foods for weeks after everything went quiet. To this day, the "Greedy Pudding Bear" is remembered as a token example of corporate incompetence and stupidity. Months after the incident faded from everyone's minds, a bit of new info came out. According to an anonymous source on the internet, it was said that the original presentation wasn't just for selecting the mascot's appearance, but their voice as well. It was claimed that the later half of the presentation included sound clips that would allow children to pick out how they wanted the Greedy Pudding Bear to talk. This part of the presentation was lost in the chaos, as the focus group fell apart well before the subject came up. Resdale Foods denies this claim, saying that they were only selecting the appearance for their mascot, but such denial meant nothing to the internet. People across message boards and forums took this bit of info and ran with it. Soon, rumors popped up everywhere about the Greedy Pudding Bear's voice and how the company still had the sound clips in their servers. Some said that Resdale Foods was merely saving what they paid for, while more horror-minded folks weaved stories about these supposed voices. Tales of voice clips from hell, or recordings that caused suicide bounced around several forums, as people put their own horrible spin on the idea. The company tried quashing these rumors and horror stories, but only served to make things worse. In the end, they gave up on the whole thing and returned to silence. This revitalization of the incident went on for a few weeks, but then died down just like before. Even so, these tales and posts can still be found floating around to this day, allowing this warped being to live on. They may not be easy to find, but they are still there. Somewhere out there, the Greedy Pudding Bear shambles through the darkness, a being that was never meant to be made or seen. Just waiting to be remembered.

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I don’t even know what I am doing with this.

#bear #art #drawing #monster #creature #pudding

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greetingsfromthebottomofthewell · 7 years

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CORRUPTUS

[directory]

graven images.

[source] [triggers]

If you really believe in something, it can be yours.

That's how we've been conditioned to think. Mostly, I suppose it's a coping mechanism to keep us from eating the rich. We all think we'll be rich someday if we just want it hard enough. How long has it been since there was a good, old-fashioned culling of the wealthy elite?

That probably wasn't a good way to start this blog post... I'm more than a little tired, but fuck it. I'm leaving it.

"Corruptus".

That was the subject of an email I received before my ISP dropped me. My phone turned into a brick the same day. Hell, I think it was the same precise moment, though it's difficult to know for sure since I only tried it after my laptop couldn't connect.

"Corruptus"... I'd never heard the word before, and to be honest I'm not exactly sure it IS a word at all. It could be Latin. It sounds like Latin. I haven't been able to look it up, and this is the first time I'm getting on the web since my unexpected removal from the grid.

I tried to sign on at the local library, by the way. My card was revoked... unpaid late fees for books I'd never read, much less checked out. Mostly borderline fetish material and self-help books for various mental illnesses. The apparently quite detailed tome on weapons of mass destruction seemed to be of the most concern for the librarian.

I hung around the library for maybe a half an hour, until someone left a computer logged in and unguarded. When I went to check my email, to tweet a complaint about what happened, those accounts were gone, as well. Honestly, I was a pretty huge dumbass for expecting them to be there.

It wasn't long before I noticed the computer's rightful user pointing me out at the front desk. I guess she wasn't a fan of the direct approach. I was out the door before anyone could cause a real fuss.

It's been over two years since I left Mowgli's Palace and never looked back.

The original blog post has come and gone so much... across so many different sites... that I can barely even remember the first place I tried to host it. If I'd known how far this would go, I don't know if I would've been able to hack out that clumsy, flawed account of what happened. The pressure would've been too great, and I suppose there's a certain level of comfort in the idea no one will actually see or care about your work.

It seems like a lot of sites removed the information, either upon direct request from Disney... or on their own in fear of reprisal. I know a really popular YouTuber who pulled readings of my posts from his channel. The rumor was that someone threatened to sue him, some supposed "author" of the "story". Bullshit. I know first-hand that he took it down in a bout of pants-shitting fear when he realized Disney's connection to his partner company.

I tried to keep up my "After Abandoned" blog for a while. I don't know how many people out there saw my notes on Room Zero, Club 22, and so on. They're still around if you look... at least at the time of this writing.

Yes, "Club 22" exists. No, it's not a typo of "Club 33". I later learned, from the same contact, that there's an 11 as well, and supposedly the debauchery only grows as the numbers get lower. I heard of a "Club 00", but I can't confirm that as clearly as I can with the previous contact. I also don't know if it has any connection to the "Room" of a similar name.

Yes, the door probably said "Characters" or "Cast Members" instead of "Mascots". I know, I know, I hear you all. Thank you so much for that. I'm sure your memory is crystal clear in moments of abject terror, right?

Overall, I'm glad that my words have spread so far and wide... but the down side is that so few of you are taking this seriously. I can't stress this enough... Treasure Island? Real. The Utilidors? Real. Just because you can't substantiate the rest doesn't mean it's "a cool story". Instead of picking apart the inaccuracies and making games about how cool it would be to have been in my position, maybe people can start taking this seriously and digging into what's going on.

Maybe?

I don't know. I don't want this to be a rant. I want to stay focused and make sure I post exactly what I wanted to make public. All of the stress... the stalkers, the phone calls, the broken windows... I know that's all supposed to keep me off track. They want me confused, scared, and most of all they want me quiet.

There's a team of men and women in suits that I've seen at random times. Here and there. I call them "The Focus Group" because they pop up with clipboards and pens, taking notes about everything I do. They all have the same outfits, the same thick-rimmed nerd glasses, the same red pens that just scream "we're judging you".

The first time I noticed them, they were following me through the Mall. I looped and turned, trying to be SURE they were following me... and there they were, every step of the way. Days later, I spotted them again in the laundromat window across from my new apartment.

I chased one down, once. The tubbiest one. They stayed silent through the entire chase and even the scuffle that ensued. When I wrenched the clipboard from his hand, I only found page after page of off-kilter, random gibberish coupled with crude Mickey silhouettes. All in the same red ink.

I know it sounds insane, to say that a group of men and women in black are following me and taking nonsense notes, but I think that's the point. I think the idea is that it SHOULD drive me insane, and if it doesn't, you'll still think I'm crazy just for saying it.

It's a no-win situation.

I will forever regret that trip to Emerald Isle, but on the other hand I'll always be grateful to the people who have come forward, anonymously, to share their experiences with me. Whoever mailed me the suggestion box from the resort is basically my hero at this point. To read what I'd written about the place and still brave the journey... wow. I can't imagine how that felt, whoever you may be. You even left the original, corroded lock in the box so I'd know it was legit. To do all of that without even taking a look inside for yourself must've been really hard. Thank you.

If you haven't noticed, I'm treating this post a lot like my "final installment". There's a reason for that. I don't know how long I can keep subverting Disney's attempts at silencing me before some sort of final action is taken. I have no doubt that somewhere, at this very moment, someone is using my identity to commit a crime that would discredit me. That, or the men in white jackets are about to show me a lovely little padded cell. I don't know what's going to come of this, and that's the worst part I suppose. All I know is that it's coming.

So what is "Corruptus"? Well, as I mentioned it was the title of an email I received. One that was presumably deleted along with my account. It was blank, and seemed to exist for the sole purpose of placing an attached text document in my hands.

Too bad for the powers that be... I had already printed it the moment I saw it.

Not much they can do to reverse that, can they?

I should've mentioned... remember that library? I used their copier to run off a few thousand duplicates of that letter. A few hundred are stapled in random places, a few hundred were passed out to random people, and the rest... let's leave those as a little surprise. Have fun trying to stifle THAT, you horrible mouse-fuckers.

Without any more rambling, here's the letter. Word for word. It arrived from a source whose email address I won't disclose... though I assume it's an untraceable dummy account, anyway.

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Summation of CORRUPTUS incidents for January, 2015

For office use only. This message contains information that may be confidential or proprietary, or protected by the attorney-client privilege or work product doctrine intended solely for the use of the addressee(s) named above. Any review, disclosure, distribution, copying or use of the information by others is strictly prohibited. If you have received this message in error or without authorization, please advise the sender by immediate reply and delete the original message. All email sent to this address will be received by the Disney corporate email system and is subject to archiving and review by someone other than the recipient. Violation of this disclaimer as written will result in prosecution.

Please refer to official guidelines with relation to "known" and "unconfirmed" incident reports. Respect regulation as per ongoing and/or finalized designations.

Known CORRUPTUS incidents up to and including January, 2015

Treasure Island

Extreme agitation/inappropriate activity within Vulture population.

Mild to moderate agitation/inappropriate human activity.

Resolved CORRUPTUS: Unidentified Avian Species

Abandoned. Final.

Disney's Pop Century Resort

Misplaced and mobile objects.

Chronological Displacement/Anachronism.

Unresolved CORRUPTUS: Wandering entity.

Pending.

Disney's River County

Microorganism infestation.

Unresolved CORRUPTUS: "Clear Man" aka "See-Thru Man" aka "Friendly John".

Abandoned. Final.

ImageWorks: The What-If Labs (2nd Floor)

Multiple missing persons reports regarding Dreamfinder's School of Drama.

Pin screen fatality.

Vibrating mirror sickness.

Unresolved CORRUPTUS: "Wily Wizard" installation

Abandoned. Final.

Mowgli's Palace

Auditory hallucination and/or projection.

Misplaced and mobile objects.

Moderate to severe agitation/inappropriate human activity.

Unresolved CORRUPTUS: Inverted Character

Abandoned. Final.

The New Global Neighborhood

Resolved CORRUPTUS: Fiber Optic Worm (NGN C 1)

Resolved CORRUPTUS: Digital Howl (NGN C 2)

Resolved. Repurposed.

Room Zero

Sudden-onset mass-hysteria.

Auditory hallucination and/or projection.

Unresolved CORRUPTUS: Unknown

Contained. Final.

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It took a few readings before I could get my head around this. Essentially, if the attached file was to be believed, then the events I had experienced were not part of an isolated incident. The events within Room Zero... the Gascots... they seem like part of a much larger problem.

What is "Corruptus"?

Corruption. I mean, I don't need to run Google Translate for that, even if I felt like I COULD take a break from writing without the risk of someone finding and disconnecting me at any moment.

Corruption of what? Dreams? Ideas? Desires?

I've never been a religious man, but I was dragged to Sunday School more than enough times to know about Golden Calves. False Gods created by man... icons, graven images...

Characters. Mascots.

If you believe in the Bible at all, and I'm not sure I do, especially not after what I've seen... then maybe God wasn't angry because people worshiped other things. Maybe he was afraid. Maybe if enough people believe in something hard enough, there's a chance it will come to be. Since we're naturally flawed beings, that means there's a very good chance such a thing would become corrupted.

If you think about it, Disney's animated films have always had one overriding message.

Clap your hands and believe hard enough, and Tinkerbell will live. When you wish upon a star... anything your heart desires...

People like to say Disney has some connection to Satanism, but I never bought into that. I still don't. I think they've been trying to create that Golden Calf... a God-Idol that everyone believes in... one that everyone loves... It's almost as if any dream or idea that is shared by enough human hearts and minds has a real chance of being born into the world.

The creatures... if any exist beyond what I saw with my own eyes... I think they're the deformed half-starts. Random manifestations of some dark, unquantifiable non-life that seeped into our state of being. They're mistakes of reality. Cosmic abortions.

The Corrupted.

Did everyone in Emerald Isle harbor such a negative impression of Mowgli's palace? How potent was the fear of nuclear war on the day Room Zero became full? If you want to find Gascots and mystery voices, does that search bring about the very thing you're looking for?

How many children have been disappointed, confused, or scarred for life when they saw Mickey without his "head"?

These are questions I'm never going to be able to answer. I don't know if anyone can. Speaking personally, this will probably be the last time I talk to you about Disney and everything I've learned about them. I'm truly sorry for that, especially since there's so much more I could say... unconfirmed rumors, documents and items I received that now seem to be gone forever...

I thought they were just trying to contain that Mickey costume. I thought that's why they went out of their way to keep the public in the dark about so much. Why they coerced and bullied to get their way.

Now I realize I was wrong.

It was this, all along.

They didn't want anything like THIS getting out.

I wish you all good luck, and I know I need the same from you.

Thank you.

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Redskins name review brings die-hard fans a mix of anger, sadness and relief

“It infuriates me,” said Joe Daly, who remembers when the Redskins were Washington’s only team. “I just feel like it’s being taken away, and I’m not interested [in what comes next].”

“It’s good it’s being changed,” said Rodney Shortt, who used to argue the name wasn’t offensive. “It just took me being an adult, stepping back and looking at it from another view. … If it’s offensive to some, some is too many.”

“I don’t want the name to change, but I’m also sick of talking about it,” said Carl Anderson, a longtime season ticket holder. “If this stops all [the protests], that’s okay. … We might get the team back in D.C.”

To many Native American activists and critics of the team’s name, it is a slur, defined as such in the dictionary. To defenders, many of them die-hard fans of the franchise, it represents a separate, modern culture originating with the franchise’s founding in 1932 and intending no ill will.

But in announcing the name review, the team tacitly acknowledged that the name offends some. For many fans, this has meant not just losing something they care about but wondering whether they will be considered insensitive for previously supporting the name.

“For some people, saying, ‘Okay, maybe we should change the name,’ goes against something they’ve put so much capital into,” said Jason Simmons, a University of Cincinnati professor who has studied fan psychology. “It goes against who you’ve expressed yourself to be, and you’re opening yourself up to so much judgment [from peers]. I think people are not willing to consider that.”

For Simmons, a lifelong Redskins fan himself, this moment continues a reckoning that began three years ago. One day, a colleague brought her adopted, Native American daughter to his office, and after the colleague saw it decked out with Redskins gear, she grew uncomfortable. The experience rattled Simmons, a die-hard fan who had ensured one of the first photographs of his newborn son’s life was him sleeping in a Redskins helmet.

Eventually, Simmons decided to say the team’s name only in his home. He told his son, then 5, not to wear his custom jersey to school. He thought hard about his fandom.

“To admit this team name is racist is to ask yourself, ‘Am I racist?’ People aren’t ready for that,” he said, adding, “I’m no better than anyone else because I’ve come to grips with this.”

The announcement did not cause all fans to change their opinions. Tim Meek, an Indianapolis resident, still doesn’t believe the team’s name is offensive. And as an out-of-market fan who didn’t grow up with the Nationals or Capitals, he considers the name a part of his identity and the team his “greatest hobby, such a big part of my life.” While Meek understands why Native Americans can be offended by the term, he believes most aren’t. When the name changes, he suspects his interest will decline — “from a 10 to maybe an eight or nine” — and he won’t use the new name.

“The name has never been used in [an offensive] context in the past three generations,” he said. “Whatever the outcome may be, I’ll defend the name and use the name and not feel bad about it.”

Superfan “Tailgate Ted” Abela has dissociated the team and the name. He rejects the implication that supporting the franchise means he’s racist, as he and others have been accused of over the years. Abela didn’t become a Redskins fan because of the team’s name, he said, and he didn’t stay a fan for it, either.

“I stayed because of my father and all the memories I have,” he said. “After talking to [Native American protesters] and doing my research, I didn’t feel like I was doing a horrible thing.”

In 2013, when the debate intensified, Dame Cranon was against changing the name. But slowly, as he read about the organization’s history, the colonization of Native Americans and scalping, he realized there were parallels between the native experience and his own as a black person. He thought hard: What if the team was called the Washington Blackfaces, he asked himself, or worse?

Cranon doesn’t believe Snyder or supporters of the name are racist, instead seeing them as blinded by fandom and nostalgia. Recently, Cranon read that the Original Americans Foundation, a charitable arm of the franchise, donated $0 to Native American causes over the past fiscal year, and it solidified his opinion that the team was more interested in profiting from Native American imagery than helping people. He has heard people threatening to leave the fan base, bemoaning the “liberal media” and “PC culture,” but he disagrees.

“It’s not about liberal or conservative,” he said. “It’s about what’s right and wrong.”

Some die-hards, such as Daly, are fed up and plan to abandon the franchise. The 63-year-old believes the fan base’s internal divide — who will stay vs. who will leave — might be generational. For him, the Redskins signify too much investment, too many memories, to care about the franchise under a new name. Part of it, he admitted, is, “I’m just beaten down. … Maybe if they were competitive, I’d be more reluctant to take a hike.” He pledged to continue wearing Redskins apparel.

“I don’t care what the [politically correct] types say,” Daly said. “In a way, it’s me giving the middle finger to them. I know why I’m wearing that gear, and if they don’t get it, that’s their problem.”

Though Anderson, the season ticket holder, had defended the team name for years, he didn’t feel betrayed by the announcement. Snyder had little choice, he said, after facing pressure from corporate sponsors.

Other fans, including Meek and Daly, bristle at removing the name because they believe it will not help Native Americans. Meek believes the team is being made an example of.

“The only people truly affected by this are Redskins fans, and that’ll be in a negative way,” he said.

Many Native American leaders have said, both over the years and in recent days, that team names, logos and imagery can be harmful to the indigenous community. In 2005, the American Psychological Association denounced Native American mascots, concluding that any stereotype, even a positive one, negatively influences self-perception.

Many fans are concerned about what comes next. The worst-case scenario, several of them said, is a lazy middle ground of trying to keep the Native American connection without working with tribes. Simmons, the professor, urged the Redskins to avoid a rash rebrand, proposing they find out which parts of the identity matter most to fans. The colors? The fight song? #HTTR?

“This is a brand that means so much to people, and it is nothing if not nostalgia,” Simmons said. “They think, ‘If the brand changes, are my memories gone, too?’ ”

Yet Simmons understands another truth of fandom. He roots for FC Cincinnati, a professional soccer team that rebranded two years ago, and he hated the new logo at first. But after a while, he got used to it and started caring about the same thing he did before, that cure-all for every sports fan: winning.

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The Rise of Gaming

During the Atari era Pong was seen as one of the greatest games ever created and to this day, many flash games were based off its simple two-player design. People would be able to go against each other in a virtual game of tennis. The simplicity of this design combined with easy controls made this a fan favorite quickly; Then came the mascots.

The late 80's encompassed big hair and colorful clothes, but the one thing that would survive the 80's and evolve was a little character out of Japan with blue overalls name Mario. Mario took the world by storm; This little character became the flagship and spokesman for the Nintendo Corporation; He was the friendly face that became a household name. This platformer offered tons of replay value because beating the game only made it faster. Near the end of the 8-bit Nintendo era came Sega's champion.

Sonic became the only true challenger to Mario near the end of Nintendo's 8-bit era. Sega created the blue hedgehog and this became their mascot for the 16-bit Sega Genesis. The Sega Genesis was revolutionary with its sleek black design and the vibrant colors it produced. During Sega Genesis' reign, Nintendo would not lie down and be defeated so quickly – they released their 16-bit console, the Super Nintendo.

The Super Nintendo was a step up from the days of the 8-bit. Their system had better software and hardware than any system on the market. The problem that held it back was the sheer amount of games the Genesis had. Genesis had a better team of developers and was the first well known 16-bit system but loss on the hardware market.

During the wars between Mario and Sonic, an unforeseen variable appeared. Sony broke away from Nintendo and began working on their own system called Playstation. Many people were skeptical because Sony's primary focus was entertainment equipment that included televisions and stereos. Sony's games were released and the system quickly found a fan base. While Sony created its fan base with the Playstation, Sega released the Sega Saturn and Nintendo released the Nintendo 64. The Sega Saturn was supposedly to be one of the three competitors but quickly loss ground with the short amount of games it supplied, and its little Blue hero was nowhere to be found. Nintendo gained immense ground with the Nintendo 64.

The Nintendo 64 was revolutionary in the system with 64-bit graphics. The textures were 3d compared to the 2d graphics of the Super Nintendo. Nintendo's favorite mascot was renewed in Mario 64, and took North America by storm. Nintendo 64 quickly became an innovator with the creation of essential joystick controllers, rumble feature and the first first-person shooter (FPS) game, Golden Eye. Nintendo's innovation may have been widespread but Nintendo was slow to catch up to Playstation's fame.

The Sega Dreamcast was seen as the first system to bring life-like graphics to the console. As quickly as the Dreamcast came in, it died out with the mass production of the PlayStation 2. The PlayStation 2 was seen as a hybrid of entertainment; Gone were the days of single functioning system. The PlayStation 2 functioned as a video game system and a DVD player. During this time, DVD players were first being introduced and the PlayStation 2 was a competitively priced DVD player at $ 299 when it was first released. Many consumers bought the Playstation2 because of its dual functionality and the system gained more ground on the console market because of it. Unbeknownst to Sony and Nintendo, Microsoft joined the console wars with their system, the Xbox.

The Xbox had one of the rockiest starts in gaming history because, before this time, game art was created by the Japanese and this was a North American system. Many internet communities believed this was a horrible move and was approached with harsh criticism. However, the one thing that no one count on was that Microsoft had a mascot that Xbox could look up to. The flagship game for the Xbox was Aalo and it quickly became a fan favorite. With this game came Master Chief, the epic hero of Xbox. Once Microsoft realized they had footing in the game market, they started working on the current generation of systems – the Wii, Xbox 360 and the Playstation3.

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When the franchise announced July 3 that it was conducting a review of the team’s name, which is almost certain to result in a change, Washington’s most loyal fans experienced a mix of anger, relief and sadness. In almost every case, they felt fatigued: After they were strained for decades by poor on-field performance and front-office mismanagement, a debate that has long stirred intense feelings returned during an offseason that had mostly inspired hope. “It infuriates me,” said Joe Daly, who remembers when the Redskins were Washington’s only team. “I just feel like it’s being taken away, and I’m not interested [in what comes next].” “It’s good it’s being changed,” said Rodney Shortt, who used to argue the name wasn’t offensive. “It just took me being an adult, stepping back and looking at it from another view. … If it’s offensive to some, some is too many.” “I don’t want the name to change, but I’m also sick of talking about it,” said Carl Anderson, a longtime season ticket holder. “If this stops all [the protests], that’s okay. … We might get the team back in D.C.” To many Native American activists and critics of the team’s name, it is a slur, defined as such in the dictionary. To defenders, many of them die-hard fans of the franchise, it represents a separate, modern culture originating with the franchise’s founding in 1932 and intending no ill will. But in announcing the name review, the team tacitly acknowledged that the name offends some. For many fans, this has meant not just losing something they care about but wondering whether they will be considered insensitive for previously supporting the name. “For some people, saying, ‘Okay, maybe we should change the name,’ goes against something they’ve put so much capital into,” said Jason Simmons, a University of Cincinnati professor who has studied fan psychology. “It goes against who you’ve expressed yourself to be, and you’re opening yourself up to so much judgment [from peers]. I think people are not willing to consider that.” For Simmons, a lifelong Redskins fan himself, this moment continues a reckoning that began three years ago. One day, a colleague brought her adopted, Native American daughter to his office, and after the colleague saw it decked out with Redskins gear, she grew uncomfortable. The experience rattled Simmons, a die-hard fan who had ensured one of the first photographs of his newborn son’s life was him sleeping in a Redskins helmet. Eventually, Simmons decided to say the team’s name only in his home. He told his son, then 5, not to wear his custom jersey to school. He thought hard about his fandom. “To admit this team name is racist is to ask yourself, ‘Am I racist?’ People aren’t ready for that,” he said, adding, “I’m no better than anyone else because I’ve come to grips with this.” The announcement did not cause all fans to change their opinions. Tim Meek, an Indianapolis resident, still doesn’t believe the team’s name is offensive. And as an out-of-market fan who didn’t grow up with the Nationals or Capitals, he considers the name a part of his identity and the team his “greatest hobby, such a big part of my life.” While Meek understands why Native Americans can be offended by the term, he believes most aren’t. When the name changes, he suspects his interest will decline — “from a 10 to maybe an eight or nine” — and he won’t use the new name. “The name has never been used in [an offensive] context in the past three generations,” he said. “Whatever the outcome may be, I’ll defend the name and use the name and not feel bad about it.” Superfan “Tailgate Ted” Abela has dissociated the team and the name. He rejects the implication that supporting the franchise means he’s racist, as he and others have been accused of over the years. Abela didn’t become a Redskins fan because of the team’s name, he said, and he didn’t stay a fan for it, either. “I stayed because of my father and all the memories I have,” he said. “After talking to [Native American protesters] and doing my research, I didn’t feel like I was doing a horrible thing.” In 2013, when the debate intensified, Dame Cranon was against changing the name. But slowly, as he read about the organization’s history, the colonization of Native Americans and scalping, he realized there were parallels between the native experience and his own as a black person. He thought hard: What if the team was called the Washington Blackfaces, he asked himself, or worse? Cranon doesn’t believe Snyder or supporters of the name are racist, instead seeing them as blinded by fandom and nostalgia. Recently, Cranon read that the Original Americans Foundation, a charitable arm of the franchise, donated $0 to Native American causes over the past fiscal year, and it solidified his opinion that the team was more interested in profiting from Native American imagery than helping people. He has heard people threatening to leave the fan base, bemoaning the “liberal media” and “PC culture,” but he disagrees. “It’s not about liberal or conservative,” he said. “It’s about what’s right and wrong.” Some die-hards, such as Daly, are fed up and plan to abandon the franchise. The 63-year-old believes the fan base’s internal divide — who will stay vs. who will leave — might be generational. For him, the Redskins signify too much investment, too many memories, to care about the franchise under a new name. Part of it, he admitted, is, “I’m just beaten down. … Maybe if they were competitive, I’d be more reluctant to take a hike.” He pledged to continue wearing Redskins apparel. “I don’t care what the [politically correct] types say,” Daly said. “In a way, it’s me giving the middle finger to them. I know why I’m wearing that gear, and if they don’t get it, that’s their problem.” Though Anderson, the season ticket holder, had defended the team name for years, he didn’t feel betrayed by the announcement. Snyder had little choice, he said, after facing pressure from corporate sponsors. Other fans, including Meek and Daly, bristle at removing the name because they believe it will not help Native Americans. Meek believes the team is being made an example of. “The only people truly affected by this are Redskins fans, and that’ll be in a negative way,” he said. Many Native American leaders have said, both over the years and in recent days, that team names, logos and imagery can be harmful to the indigenous community. In 2005, the American Psychological Association denounced Native American mascots, concluding that any stereotype, even a positive one, negatively influences self-perception. Many fans are concerned about what comes next. The worst-case scenario, several of them said, is a lazy middle ground of trying to keep the Native American connection without working with tribes. Simmons, the professor, urged the Redskins to avoid a rash rebrand, proposing they find out which parts of the identity matter most to fans. The colors? The fight song? #HTTR? “This is a brand that means so much to people, and it is nothing if not nostalgia,” Simmons said. “They think, ‘If the brand changes, are my memories gone, too?’ ” Yet Simmons understands another truth of fandom. 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The Rise of Gaming

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