#brin

[horizon-forbidden-memes]

Oh beloved machine-blood-chugging Banuk shaman Brin, what horrifying visions will you share next?

#aloy #brin #banuk #horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #hfw #hzd #horizon meme #meme #mine #text post #lol #funny #guerrilla games #playstation

[oozeandgoo-art]

#brin #deva #bringer of sorrows #devastation of worlds #oc #closerverse

[ayaitch]

As much as I like Brin, this image is kind of creepy...

#horizon zero dawn #brin

[skinnedbutalive]

Plot of The Enderer in memes without context :D

#The Enderer #memes #Lugar #Rint #Erist #Vasdemar #Volda #Brin #Alvi #Hand #Nadan #oc #comic #original

[cold-neon-ocean]

Colored version of a gift done for @ashacadence a while back of their oc Brin and my gal Harley! 

#Gift Art #Friend's OC #Brin #Harley #Cyberpunk Dragons #Neon Ocean Art

[valcubust]

some golden rose doodles since i finally played !!! featuring Hadrian and Alessa and 2 of my mcs!!!

@anathemafiction

#more in color ... eventually #hadrian and safya are together #and brin and alessa #the golden rose #tgr hadrian #tgr alessa #obsessed with book 1 rn #brin #safya #my art #if art #doodle

[ashacadence]

Brin's updated ref! Spunky chaotic teenager always up to something.

#ashascadence #headworld #brin #satyr #sci-fi #saoirse

[horizonjade]

When she comes bearing gifts of machine oil.

50 days of HZD

#aloy #horizon photomode #horizon zero dawn #Banuk shaman #brin #50 days of hzd

[wykart]

Summary: Two Banuk children follow a trail of ancient light to a ruin underground. They follow it for different reasons, but with the same, heart-deep hunger. For one, solving this mystery might give him the answers that the Shamans of the Werak refuse to share. For the other, it's far simpler. It called to him, and he answered.

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Brin and Sylens were childhood friends and then they went insane in opposite directions. :)

#taking a break from my huge horizon fanfic to write a new horizon fanfic sorryyyy #horizon #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #sylens #brin #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

[pikapeppa]

Brin's machine dreams in Horizon Zero Dawn

Acquired Taste is one of my favourite little sidequests in HZD. Since Brin clearly made it to the Forbidden West and was heading to the place of flames and brine", I'm really hoping we'll see him in the Burning Shores DLC so I thought I'd upload a transcript of his dialogue with Aloy, for anyone who wants to refresh their memory of the best Banuk desert gremlin and his prophecies!

Transcribed from this Youtube playthrough of the sidequest.

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INTRO

 B: Tribal girl! You are a hunter. Machine hunter. I can smell it on you — their oils and fluids. Your hands are stained. Can I just scent your fingers—?

A: Uh, no.

B: Of course not, no. Forgive me. My head – it’s addled. Heavy with the taste of metal, and lightning, and prophecy. Do you dream of the Metal World, huntress? That’s what you Nora call it?

A: The ancient world?

B: Yes. You’ve almost touched it. You hunt the machines, strip the parts, reach into the guts – let the sacred fluids run out! Spilling away into the earth, wasted. Open your mouth to insight. Drink up. That’s what I did. I am Brin.

A: Uh, yeah… Looks like it. Those wounds: A Sawtooth gave them to you on the hunt, didn’t it?

B: Not just any Sawtooth. Not just a hunt! I was low, quiet, in the long grass. Spear at the ready to bring it down. Then the scent — the taste — of its blood overcame me. I pounced, wrestled it down, bit into it – so close! A shiver through my teeth as they ground along the wires! But its teeth won out.

A: you’re lucky to be alive… I think.

B: Until the wounds mend, flower into scars, only my mind can wander. But… why not trade, huntress? You bring me the blood, I tell you what it reveals.

A: You really want to drink the blood of machines?

B: I heard tales of a tribe from the land where the sun goes at night. They were suckled from the machines — no, it’s true! Took wisdom and strength from it, grew closer to them! And then the tales go dark. A whole tribe, disappeared.  

A: Maybe because they all died? Drinking machine blood can’t be good for you.

B: First, it made me sick. Then came to visions, for days and nights – machine dreams, huntress!

A: You’re Banuk. Is this… normal for your tribe?

B: My tribe? No tribe! The other shamans said: you’ve drunk in the machine spirits’ madness. They said: this is not the way of things. Stripped me out on the ice and left me to die. Said: that’s the way of things. Cold unending.

A: They cast you out. But you survived.

B: Perhaps. I remember the chill pressed in slow, spear-tipped. Tallnecks gathering, their great dark heads over me, like a garland! Then I was walking again – walking back to my once-tribe. To return is to be forgiven, but I kept on walking. No one stopped me.

A: These dreams you have…

B: You’re curious. Good. It will give you a long life – I wish that for you, that’s my blessing. Now we’re sworn. I’ll tell you how the visions began. 

B: All is silence. The sky is dark. I gather up the world and peel it back, expose the ancient metal beneath — like skinning a rabbit. It’s warm to the touch, warm as the sun. Pressed against it, I feel sound! My heartbeat is the thunder of titans rising. Machines bigger than mountains — stronger, too! The Metal World carried on their shoulders.

A: I’m not sure I like these visions of yours…

B: They’re an answer! But to what questions? I must know. I’ll share…?

A: It’s been… interesting. But I should be on my way.

B: Roam far, huntress. And remember, the blood is precious! To me, yes. Good hunting at the Ridge of the Veils – if you fell a Sawtooth, bring me what spills, won’t you? Not enough metal in the rainwater, not for my taste.

A: Or maybe too much.

Sawtooth dreams:

B: Huntress! You brought me the blood of the Sawtooth. Yes. I smelled it a hill away.

A: Don’t make me regret it.

B: Wait here. It takes time, and the visions… are strong. No matter what you hear – what screams – keep your distance.

A: Starting to regret it.

B: Before the time of the Sawtooth, the machines ran as one pack. Metal drumming on metal, keeping pace out to the lightning's edge. The rumble of low storms, that’s them in motion. And then, a confusion. Something has changed. The great direction breaks, splits off like a dead branch! They are tumbling now. When they recover, violence is what they know. Now, metal screeches on metal. A death dance, learned from wars before our eyes learned to see. The Sawtooth, the Ravager, they hunt in the long shadows of others. Jagged shapes, old shapes, with bloody eyes. And the machines no longer rise and swell as one thing, an all-thing.

A: You’re quite the storyteller. But what’s it mean?

B: The meaning is not for me to say. Only what I saw.

A: And you saw all that?

B: Yes. Doesn’t it make you wonder? The machines that drive other machines mad — Corruptors. It’s their venom. I must taste next.

A: Do you have any idea what that could do to you?… Oh. You’ve drunk it before. Of course you have.

B: I found fallen ones on Coiled Canyon’s cliffs. Under the sun, it boiled inside them. The vapour — intoxicating!

B: [if you talk to him again] You don’t fear knowledge – you reach into its flame!

A: It's always an experience with you.

B: Change comes, it rushes, huntress! Like time around an arrow.

Corruptor dreams:

A: So did you smell this blood coming? It stinks.

B: The richest is not always the sweetest, huntress. In the jungles of a Jewel, fruit grows, but reeks of spoiled meat. Taste it, though: honey to the tongue! [drinks corruptor oil] No, this is disgusting.

B: These corruptors never belonged to the herds. They crawled. From beneath desert or rust, from the bones of old machines. Sickness to spread. That’s how they came. Cold metal runs hot, buckles with thorn-cuts and tail-stings. A fever of obedience. My ears are ringing, I grasp at my tongue — an ingot falls out, stamped with circles and lines! Directions. Instructions. To break a machine’s will — I heard the metal screaming, huntress! I leave the ingot where it falls. This isn’t for us to know. Corruptor after Corruptor tramples it in their greedy tread.

A: That is how they work… kind of. How do you know these things?

B: It’s not what I know, huntress. It’s what the blood knows. Am I the singer, or the song?

A: I don’t know what you are. Maybe get some rest.

B: No rest when there’s unknown journeys to prepare for. Do you know of the hidden machines that hunt men, deep in the Jewel?

A: Stalkers? Yes, I know of them. Oh. Stalker blood next? Sure, why not.

Stalker dreams:

B: It’s a clever trick they have. No need to see what you can scent! This blood is sharp, huntress, flint-sharp! The last time I took it into me, they say I slept the sleep of death, and sweated dark oil.

A: All right. Try not to die.

B: A Stalker, watching us, watched by us! In red eyes, I thought to see ourselves reflected! No – they were dull, and set. Set with a purpose, precise from their machine-mother foundries. They prey. They will not flinch. They are indifferent to the wild, they are…final. They are weapons, that’s all. My heart drops. Why look for understanding in the axe the moment before it splits your skull? No. No, there is more. The axe does not remember its smelting. These machines do, and pine for the Metal World.

A: It’s hard to know what to make of you.

B: Then open my mouth and look inside. A cave of echoes and memory, but not my own.

A: I mean, you’re tough-skinned, I’ll give you that. Especially on the inside.

B: I first drank at the spring of a fallen Thunderjaw. The cables cried out like water birds! But felling giants is short work for you.

A: Trying to appeal to my pride?

B: No! To the inevitability, huntress! The tremor of their tread – can you feel it? Tugging you to the eastern valleys?

A: So a Thunderjaw next, huh? But of course.

Thunderjaw dreams:

A: I hunted that Thunderjaw you asked for. I should be the one telling the story this time.

B: You carry it with you. Beamwire-burns and bruises. The salt-lines of your sweat. See, on your skin – tiny metal flakes!

A: You mean it was a hard fight? How perceptive.

B: What signs you have shown me, huntress! But now the blood.

B: I followed red trails through a green world. Thunderjaw, striding with the majesty of an old god. These wicked parts, fashioned to kill men – this great whole, made to haunt the sleep of children. And I realize: it is a young beast. It was not there to see the first strange birds roost upon a metal skull! It came because of us. Hunters. I saw many, of tribes gone and yet to come. I even saw you there, fiery-haired, fierce, bare—

A: What?

B: Bared of metal, huntress! Bared of what we tore from their hides to be strong like them, savage like them. We built our world in the machines’ shadow. Called them out with every strike of rock and hammer.

A: You think something – some machine made the Thunderjaw because of us?

B: When you’ve tasted what I have — in the blood, there’s change. Such a change. It’s colder than Ban-Ur, hotter than the Carja sun!

A: Does any machine walk or crawl that you haven’t drunk from?

B: In the mountains north, the Stormbirds. Even the air in their passing crackles with potency. In the sweep of their eyes, they see all!

A: Don’t get too excited. I’ll get Stormbird blood — maybe. We’ll see.

B: They must know how the orbit slows, feeds, falls, decays. And yet, returns to more than zero.

A: Uh-huh.

Stormbird dreams:

A: Maybe I’ve spent too much time with you. I can almost feel the lightning in this.

B: And the taste of metal, striking sparks along a sharpening stone, lingering! Here, touch it to your tongue—

A: No, that’s your thing, not mine.

A: You look… startled. Are you okay?

B: I must leave. You should, too.

A: Without a story? I brought down a Stormbird—

B: You did. You’re very able. And you’re right, owed is owed. But no more stories of the past – all told! All done. Future stories. I saw an onrushing storm. The future comes hungry, for men and machine. It will catch me, I expect. Catch us all! So enough hunts, enough visions. I’ll run – chase that teasing sun to the Forbidden West. 

A: I don’t understand – I mean, not that I ever understand – but are you saying we should fear what’s coming?

B: Oh, yes. Jungle on fire. Machine-blue light dying out in the eddies of ashes. You, fallen, pale as snow-flash, eyes staring open. The Metal World, but not the one I sought! The future is a frightful dream, huntress!

A: My name is Aloy.

B: I grew fond of you, your curiosities and disbeliefs, Aloy. If you weather the storm, look for me. I’d like that.

A: Where? In the west? In the storm?

B: In dreams, yes.

#brin #brin hzd #acquired taste #horizon zero dawn #hzd #horizon forbidden west #hfw #banuk #horizon burning shores

[gaiasnewdawn]

The Blameless Theory

All right, hear me out.

I don't think Marad is actually Carja. I think he's Banuk. More than that, I think he's Brin's brother.

When we first meet Brin, the voice is familiar. His face, half hidden and scarred, is also somewhat familiar. However, everything else is entirely foreign. His erratic speech, his whole attitude is something very new. Because the first time we meet a man with that face, it's unmarked. The man with that voice is all dignity and poise.

His brother.

I suspect Marad ran from justice for something terrible he'd done. He ran all the way out of the cut, trying to find a place where no one would know his face. Banuk may trickle through Meridian more now than they had decades before and they are STILL scarce. The Carja Sundom is so far removed of the ice and snow of any Banuk lands, it would be the most logical place to run. A place where they appreciated a young man with a keen mind and a talent for collecting secrets. He could start over, free and clear. Free of his brother's growing madness and the small minded conclave's control.

Meanwhile, when Brin's madness finally consumes him and he is cast out, he says he walks back. Skipping his rightful redemption, however, he carries on walking. His own people stripped him and left him for dead, and where does he head? Out into the Carja lands. Getting closer and closer to his runaway brother. The only family he has left. Shown to him after drinking the blood of the machine.

#hzd #horizon zero dawn #banuk #carja #marad #brin #theories

[singingkestrel]

Brin woz 'ere.

I was really hoping to come across everyone's favourite machine-blood-guzzling shaman again in BS to hear some more eerily accurate prophecies, but this is a close as we get, I fear.

Putting aside the laughable thought of Brin hiding in bushes and giving Oseram delvers the willies, the mention of "an ancient ghost rising in the east" is intriguing! Time to head back to the Nora lands, perhaps??? And what's rising?

#vast silver is that you? #horizon burning shores #hfwbs #burning shores spoilers #hfw photomode #brin #singingkescam

[trevlad-sounds]

SUBSCRIPTION SPECIAL

GLOOS Day 4 Power walk with me for an hour. There’s a grandfather clock chime halfway through the walk to tell you to turn around. Keep in pace with the beats. Get less out of shape and enjoy the sights with the sounds. Mixes start and end with high energy and get chill on the middle.

Sababa 5-Funk #2 00:00

Little Dragon-Tumbling Dice 03:08

Bernard Grancher-Partir mais dans une autre sous-couche 05:56

Camp of Wolves-Sealed with a Kiss 11:26

Steve Cobby-Bernal Spheres 15:01

Fabiano do Nascimento-Yûgen 19:17

David Pritchard-Wax Wings 21:14

Richard Norris-Arca 23:45

Uncle Fido-They Meet Scuba Divers 34:49

Lionmilk-time after time 36:37

Qasim Naqvi-Ctaphone 38:27

Binaural Space-Beckoning 40:10

Matthewdavid, Brin-Liquidity 40:44

Stumbleine-End of Reel 45:19

CV Vision-The Chase 47:46

BVSMV-Input - Output 51:34

Norken-Travelogue 54:50

#Sababa 5 #Batov Records #Little Dragon #Ninja Tune #Bernard Grancher #Woodford Halse #Camp of Wolves #Steve Cobby #Déclassé #Fabiano do Nascimento #LEAVING RECORDS #David Pritchard #Richard Norris #Uncle Fido #Lionmilk #Qasim Naqvi #Erased Tapes #Binaural Space #Matthewdavid #Brin #Stumbleine #CV Vision #Growing Bin Records #BVSMV #Triplicate Records #Norken

[skinnedbutalive]

It's dangerous to go alone, take this! Would you like to put it in your pocket? :D

#TheEnderer #comic #oc #original #Brin

[feels-like-floating]

Born in Hawaii and raised in Japan, Dustin Wong is an American guitarist and former member of art-rock band Ponytail. Represented through Thrill Jockey and (soon) Leaving Records, Dustin has also collaborated with musicians Takako Minekawa and Dan Deacon. 

We recently had a chance to speak with Dustin about his practice and upcoming spring residency with us. Get cozy for this conversation that meanders through the architecture of sonic collaboration, landscapes of music-making, and being inspired by AI impressionism.

Interview conducted and edited by Light Liu, Director of Community Platforms at Floating.

Light: Let’s start by talking about your music, your practice, and what you're looking to do with music in general.

Dustin: There's been a lot of changes in process since I started playing publicly. At first I was just trying to figure out how to put together sounds using software by trial and error and incrementally try to understand the theories and how things worked.

It was all visual and shapes, like squares and triangles and rectangles, putting together shapes to create sounds. And as I started doing bands [in Ponytail], music was all based on ideas rather than theory, through trial and error working things out, [then later realizing] what kind of musical ideas we were actually [using].

[Then] it shifted more into solo performance and group-based music and that became more about studying the geography of the guitar and understanding the mechanics of how each note corresponds to each other, research and study of harmony, counterpoint, patterns & percussive elements.

I started collaborating with Takako, and that became the realm of sampling, the idea of taking a sound and understanding what those sounds can feel like in different octaves. While we were in Japan, at the end of the show, the promoter would [sometimes] suggest doing improvisations with the people and the bill, and I found that to be really novel. I started getting the bug for improvising, and we shifted into a more free form structure. We went on a few tours where we improvised [the whole time.] 

Here in LA, I became way more interested in the idea of building something new every time when performing. There are more opportunities here to play more improvised music with other players here. I was so impressed with how people can catch a sound, play with it and return something back that’s resonant or challenging or [taken] to a whole new realm. It's been such a great practice for me what I'm trying to do with the Floating residencies. 

L: Listening to your music & the way that you talk about your music, there's this very cross sensory feeling about your approach. It’s very visual and almost tactile, there’s a real sense of a concept or framework to your music. Would you like to talk about that at all?

D: It's changed a lot, my idea of the way I approach my gear, my interface, my pedals. When I was doing solo loop guitar, I associated everything as a kind of factory, each pedal corresponding to each other as this module of resources [where] sound is being transformed into another sound, into another sound, into another sound. 

That has changed quite a bit. I don't see my gear as a factory anymore. The scenery has gotten wider. It's like I can see the things outside of the factory so to speak, where there's sounds that slip into the space, like cars, trucks, people yelling, sirens. It was a bit of a challenge in the beginning, because I always thought of those sounds as being intrusive, but the fault was mine, [because] in a sense, I had to include those sounds for the music to work. And now I welcome those sounds when I practice. It's inspiring. It's like, “Oh, I want that texture, and so I'll include that.” It's like, “Thank you for the tip,” you know?

L: How are you taking this kind of mindset into your residency at Floating this spring?

D: I'm hoping that the people I'll be playing with will create, you know, fun accidents. That can be a potential for something new.

L: Is there some kind of intent that you have for the residency or how you’re curating people? 

D: The first performance will be with Cate Kennan and Celia Hollander. They're both excellent with the keyboard, the synthesizer and [have] a sensibility of the surreal and uncanny aspects of what music can do, and I'm just really excited to explore these new spaces. I want to grow more as a musician, I want to know what I can do beyond what I'm doing right now. And by playing with other people, you're able to reflect on each other and see yourself more through other people. 

The second performance will be with Butoh dancer, Kyoko Takenaka. That'll be this whole idea of how movement, physical & bodily movement, can affect how I will change my sounds or how the sounds can change physical movement within the context of the environment. I'm excited about that. And then the third performance will be with Brin and Dylan Fujioka, and they're both drummers, so it'll be more of an exploration of rhythm and percussion & how I can navigate through that. It’s like trying to put together a fun obstacle course, by inviting your friends to play and maneuver and find yourself through that. [laughs]

L: That's a really nice way of putting it. Have you played with them before?

D: I have not played with Kate in a session before, and not really with Celia either.

L: So what drew you to their work?

D: I've played a show with Cate where we were on the same bill, and she plays these sounds that, it's so hard to put into words, it's not cerebral because it feels physical, but it does take you to a place that's otherworldly, a realm that's surreal, fantastic, dream-like, not in the sense of the landscape, but more of a feeling, that you're feeling it in your mind and in your soul.

Similarly [with] Celia, she's able to juxtapose different sounds that when you hear it it makes you realize, “Of course these sounds work together,” but you would never think to put those sounds together. It's poignant, simple, [but also] very intentional.

L: What kind of relationship do you feel like you have to the outdoors or playing music outside?

D: It's the best. 

Floating was actually the first show I've played since the pandemic. That was with Jeremiah Chiu at the Japanese tea garden at Storrier Stearns. It was the most cathartic experience I've had in a long time, because I hadn’t played a show in maybe a year or so. And maybe more so now, but you feel comfortable being outside. You feel safe. 

The way the sounds bounce, you know, it's different in every outdoor setting. If there's trees, there's a certain acoustic reverberation that the trees have, they soak in the sound, but they also bounce back the sound, and you have the wind. The sounds can be very welcoming, the rustling of the leaves, or even a person in a distance having a conversation, the sounds all integrate without being intrusive. Dogs barking, children crying. It all works for some reason, rather than if it was indoors, it would feel different I believe.

L: How so?

D: It'll be too much. It'll bounce off the walls too much. The pace of the sounds are different, you know, it's a lot more opaque. Outdoors, the sounds are more translucent.

L: That's a really lovely way to describe that, it's very poetic and also insightful in a way that's different from stating an objective fact about it. It's nice. [laugh] I really liked what you said earlier about the geography of the guitar. Is there any resonance between that and the geography of a landscape?

D: It's kind of like treading paths, right? You're walking through this environment that you're not accustomed to. When I was learning guitar, I was like, “How do I approach this?” And at first I was like, well, I'll just figure out, I'll make recognizable shapes that I can memorize. And the path to this environment, it just starts growing into the landscape more. It's like, “This is a shortcut.” Or, “This is the long way around, but a better view.” I just feel a lot more comfortable now with the guitar. It feels like a home where I feel comfortable walking around.

L: Cute, and very cool. Let’s see, is there anything else that you want to add?

D: The other thing I've been thinking about a lot is the recent AI stuff that's been happening with stable diffusion and AI-based music and where artificial intelligence is able to emulate imagery. It's reminding me of this idea of likeness. I don't know if you remember being a child and having a classmate that's really good at drawing and being like, “Wow, that looks like the thing you're looking at.” I've been really thinking about the idea of likeness, in the sense of music as well. It kind of sounds like music, and maybe that's just right, you know?

I think that's what the fascination of impressionism is. It's not a complete painting, but that's what makes it complete. I'm exploring that idea with my sounds right now, like two steps removed from “what it's like.” AI's making “what it looks like,” but I'm trying to redefine the idea of “likeness.” It's measuring like, where's “almost there?”

L: Do you have anything coming up that you wanna promote?

D: Two records coming out this year. The collaboration with Brin will be coming out with Leaving Records this year. And a solo record is coming up on Hausu Mountain Records. I'll be preparing for those releases soon.

Float with us this spring for Dustin Wong’s seasonal residency & check out his upcoming albums :)

#music #interview #music interview #outdoor art #outdoor music #nature #guitar #artist residency #floating #artist interview #dustin wong #celia hollander #cate kennan #kyoko takenaka #brin #dylan fujioka

[coolclaytony]

So yesterday, I was reading Horizon Forbidden West data points when I read the one that describes a group of Oseram's encounter with Brin (the Banuk Shaman who drinks 'machine blood' to recieve visions).

The thing that gets me is that though Brin is seemingly capable of partaking without any obvious harm, these Oseram died when they tried it.

Either Brin takes very small sips at a time or he's developed a serious tolerance for the stuff.

#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #brin #banuk