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greeb-theartist · 2 months
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Going on another rant about Wambus sorry chat the Brainrot is getting worse.
So recently, I've been listening to Marina, and one of her more popular songs, 'Oh No!' really caught my attention (again ig bc I used to be obsessed with this song) because of how much it remined me of Wambus So I'm gonna rant about it like a normal person!!! 😋(TW: Spoilers For ALL OF BUGSNAX)
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For me, the lines "I know exact what I want and who I want to be" Reminded me of Wambus because he knows what he wants to do with his life. He had a plan and everything. His whole life he planned out himself.
Following along, I went into thinking more about his personality with the line "I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine" is because, well, in game, I'd say he's the coldest out of all the Grumps.
He's aggressive, physically (ex: Throwing sauce on Filbo and Cromdo, also throwing Cromdo 31 ft) and especially with his tone and body language. He can be loud, we've seen it before, but most the time. He's just... like a machine. He's only really got one goal, that's to farm. We see him do it constantly. When he's not, he's either talking to Triffany or sitting by the fire.
It makes me question Wambus. Continuing on with the line; "I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy", my mind immediately went back to the first line. How Wambus basically planned his whole life out. How he had a farm, wanted to be successful. How even if it was just for a moment, Wambus became what he wanted. (Pre-Snaktooth) —
Moving on to Verse 2:
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This verse was what really made me want to write this. "One track mind, one track heart" really stuck out to me. Wambus, as I've mentioned before, only really has one goal. Maybe he's got others, but he really only talks about wanting to start a successful farm. And with Triffany too, he really does care about her. On the inside especially, he's not good at showing his more 'vulnerable emotions' on the outside. She's really the only thing his heart cares and yearns for. — Now, the line "If I fail, I'll fall apart" I can take 2 ways with Wambus. If you fail to save him in the end, the last thing he says, is, and I quote;
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It really makes me think. I've mentioned it before, but how many times it seemed like the bar was raised too high for him. By people like Triffany, and himself even. How he didn't want to fail her, but because of his miscommunication with her, he fell apart, well, *they* sorta fell apart. And you can see, from the moment you meet Wambus, he's devastated how much of a failure he was. How much he wanted to provide for others, but in the end failed at that. He couldn't do anything. In the end (depending on the end), he fell apart. Even if he does live in the end, and (for evidential reason) Triffany doesn't, you can hear how much of a failure he thinks he himself is. How he only looks back on how he failed for Triffany, now she's gone. He's only got so much. He literally, falls apart since he failed. — The lines "Maybe it is all a test" make me question how strict Wambus really is on himself. From how much he views himself as a failure as I just talked about, I can really only say so much. From what we see from Wambus, everything seems like a test to him. How good he can do, how high of a score he can get. Not treating life as a video game though, rather treating life as just one big multi-question test. It's a short line, not much to say, but it does give detail. — "'Cause I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best" Reminded me of one thing and one thing only: The first Party scene in Bugsnax. When Gramble shouts at Wambus after he made a snarky comment about love towards Gramble, acting the like best, "You don't know a thing about love! That's why your wife left you!" you can really see how much of a mark it left on Wambus. Only shortly after, he feels like the worst. I wanna go back to when you first meet Wambus as well, how he cracks a 'joke' at Filbo by saying, "Yer still alive? Thought you would've starved to death by now..." I took that as him, acting like the best. But when he throws the sauce at Filbo, seeing how much he accidentally hurt him, he feels like the worst, and his demeaner changes too. — Now, going to the second Pre-Chorus:
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"If you are not very careful— your possessions will posses you" This line only made me think of Cactriffy, a lot more than you think. How Wambus, got so attached to a 'non-moving, initiate object', not realizing it was alive. Not much to say about these lines, I just thought it make sense when you think about it as hard as I am. — "TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal" Oh boy, this line. THIS LINE. It was the reason I wanted to write this. For me, from the way he acts, he talks, nothing seems... interesting to Wambus. It's strange, no matter what, nothing. Nothing appeals to him. How he planned out his whole life, how he planned to do so much, it all seemed scripted. His whole life was just... a movie. Maybe it really was a video game. He just couldn't tell the difference. But there's the fact he failed at everything. It only made him seem more, numb. He seemed ready for failure a little bit, he seemed ready to fall apart. He couldn't meet the standards of himself or others, he was so angry with himself. There was no point in appealing others when Wambus couldn't see the appeal himself. How the line: "It has no appeal" repeats over and over a few times, each time being how Wambus failed again and again. The line repeats 5 times, and I like to think of it like a small timeline. 1, Wambus lost the farm 2, Wambus started to have communication problems with Triffany 3, Wambus stole all of Gramble's Bugsnax and the two had a (verbal) fight 4, Wambus and Triffany meet once more and sorta work out their issues (mainly their problem with distancing from one another) 5, Wambus (in the end) loose everything again. For Wambus, it all just seems like one big circle. He loses something one way or another. — Anyways chat, that was my stupid little rant on how I connected a song to a fictional character!!! this took me days I've been planning this for a week now and instead of working on my fanfic I wanted to get this out of my system because I was brainrotting about it Uhhh You should totally go listen to Marina her music is so good!!! also yes I love Wambus Troubleham this is my evidence to prove so im so silly (pls don't flop)
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deadsnaxau · 3 months
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2; Friendly Reunion
Before reading, be warned;
Please read chapter one (Up on Blog and on Wattpad) before reading this, thank you!!
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Wambus and Triffany walked hand 'n hand into the bar, seeing the back table full of colorful grampuses of all heights and sizes. Filbo, Beffica, Cromdo, Gramble, Wiggle, Shelda, Floofty, Snorpy, and Chandlo.
Filbo was chatting with Cromdo when his eyes looked up to see Wambus and Triffany.
"Hey, Wambus, Triffany!" Filbo says with a smile as he watches the pair sit down. Everything went well from there. Wambus and Gramble were getting along as they had started too much more and more since returning to the mainland.
Hours had passed, and conversation died down, but Beffica of all could see the distraught on Wambus' face.
"Whoa...what's got your fur in a knot, Wambus?" She asked, smirked. Wambus had almost dropped his bottle of root beer. He wasn't expecting that. But he kept a firm grip.
"Eh, I've just...been thinkin'." Wambus gently grabbed Triffany's paw underneath the table with his empty paw so softly Triffany hadn't even noticed. 
"Thinkin'? Thinkin' about what?" Gramble asked, leaning on Wiggle.
Wambus placed down his glass bottle and took a breath.
"Just... think about it. I know it's been 5 months and all, but we left everything behind, even Lizbert and Eggabell. We have no way communicating with them. We left them behind..." Wambus was hesitant. He shot a small glace of remorse at Triffany, who shot a similar look back.
"All that I'm tryna say is...I think, we left too much behind."
Even though the whole table had been quiet, the silence after Wambus said that was unbearable. 
"Left... too much?" Chandlo broke the silence.
 "Ye'...I'm just saying, but I think we should..." Wambus hesitated once more. "I know it's not of me to say, but..."
"...Nevermind." Wambus smiled. Triffany sighed quietly to herself and squeezed his hand.
"You sure, Wambus? You know you can tell us." Filbo said reassuringly.
"I'm sure." Wambus said sternly, but kind enough.
The conversation went on and on, but Wambus quickly changed it. More hours had passed as the sun began to set. And everyone had to leave... Wambus and Triffany climbed back into their suburban truck, silence filled the atmosphere again, and Wambus couldn't bear to share a glance with her. He felt horrible. He felt useless. He grabbed the key from his pocket, but his hands were too sweaty and shaky to keep a firm grip. as it fell out of the truck and out into the parking lot, Wambus stumbled to grab it. The moon was out, glowing like a pearl in the night sky. It's radiance shimmered on the key, as Wambus bent down to pick it up, a shadow illuminated over him, he felt it, but didn't have the guts to look up and face it, not anymore. No one was there. 
'It's just me and Triffany...' Wambus thought to himself.
Wambus held the key tightly as he got back into the car. He looked back at Triffany and smiled.
"I just...I wanna say thank you. For everythin'." Wambus felt a guilty feeling but brushed it off. Triffany smiled and laid a kiss on his cheek.
"No need the thank me, Wamby, we're here for one another, right?" Triffany smiled, her eyebrow slightly raised.
Wambus smiled, showing his teeth as he looked back and turned on the engine. "Right."
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Nighttime rolled around. Wambus couldn't sleep, but at this point, he was used to it. The window slightly cracked, the sound of the clock ticking round and round in the pitch black darkness, his eyes somewhat opened. One hand holding Triffany's as she soundly slept, the other on his chest. He sighed, giving a glance at her, giving a glance of hope that tonight would be different, letting his eyes finally shut.
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somdxr · 1 month
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wanted to wait a little before i posted this but. oh well
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youngmoviemaker · 2 months
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CONGRATS!
Finally finished this WIP after a year sitting in my drafts. I think it came out super cute. Hope yall like my take on all the grumpuses.
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writeoffadventure · 3 months
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Here he is~ the mayo himself~
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orb-the-watchman · 3 months
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I hope we all invoke death of the author and all agree even though Chandlo ate the Cheddaboardle Rex that it’s still Triffany’s boss snak in spirit
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bonemittens · 3 months
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Yay family.
Tully is the circus ringmaster. Strudene is a magician/fortune teller.
And Rubenny is a retired botanist (how fun).
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fluffyglass · 5 months
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taking a break from wigglefunny quest to draw some stupid shit
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katapotato55 · 1 year
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How to write a good metaphor
yall seemed to like my post on "how to write good horror" so i figured i should make another one of these.
1- do. not. explain. the. metaphor.
don't.
"oh but how will the audience know my deep and meaningful message- "
SOME PEOPLE WONT GET IT. if you explain what you mean then suddenly the metaphor won't be deep anymore. it becomes a generic forced message.
i know you are tempted to make a character infodump about everything, fucking don't.
followup on this:
2- a good metaphor should potentially have multiple interpretations.
"but i don't want people to get the wrong impression of the story!"
then you either need to make damn sure its an elegantly written metaphor, or none at all. the death of the author is the idea that everyone has their own vision of a story they read, rearguards of authors intent. you need to come to terms with this or else you won't improve your writing skills.
you need to trust that your audience is intelligent enough to understand the metaphor on their own without bashing them over the head with it. sometimes people misunderstand meaning, it is a fact of life.
The game little inferno was thought of as a metaphor about pollution, in which later the creators went out to say it was actually about capitalism and wasting your life with things like exploitative mobile games. you just need make it SUBTLE and hope for the best.
3- The story/gameplay/etc should inform the metaphor(and sometimes reference real life examples)
To mention little inferno again, the "you must wait x amount of time for in-game item to be given to you" is a mirror of mobile games in the real world that use timers to leach money from you.
another example: analogue horror.
broken old technology is scary on its own, but many good analogue horror artists tend to use this to the advantage.
analogue horror can be used as a metaphor for dying trends and technology, like how in the 30's through 70's we used asbestos in the walls. Analogue horror makes a great parralel to this idea (see Blue_channel by gooseworx for a good example.) . the audience questions WHY this is on an old CRT tv and not just a smartphone, perhaps to imply this was an event that happened years ago.
undertale is another example, where most RPG's encourage you to fight and to level up, undertale uses this as a simple metaphor about obsessive control and being cruel to get an arbitrary achievement (i recommend the escapist's video on "why i didn't review undertale" on youtube for way better examples)
tldr: a metaphor is stronger if you lightly reference real life occurances and implement your metaphor in the medium presented.
4- the curtains are blue because they are blue.
not everyone is going to understand your metaphor
and not everyone is going to notice every single little metaphor you add to your story.
remember those teachers that would constantly stretch to imply something in a story is a metaphor and that the curtains are blue because of some deep metaphor for death and sadness and shit?
those teachers are full of it. ignore them.
metaphors are allowed to be simple. not every metaphor needs to be a hyper deep depth defying world changing thing. I could even argue a bunch of small metaphors connected to each other can be better than one big metaphor depending on your story.
relax. don't think too much about it because your average audience member won't.
5- study movies, tv, books, games, etc and understand why their metaphors work.
don't fall into that "the curtains are blue because of a deep message" English teacher mindset mind you.
"but how do i tell what is and isn't a metaphor?" you may ask
simple. trust your gut. you won't understand everything you come across but the human brain has a way of telling what is and isn't a metaphor in stories.
(spoiler about bugsnax)
I could argue Bugsnax is a metaphor about drug abuse and addiction. The characters have personality traits commonly associated with people vulnerable to drug addiction. An athlete, a hippy, a married couple going through a rough spot in their marriage with the threat of divorce, a mentally ill person with trauma and paranoia, etc.
It isn't obvious, many people may disagree with me, but you can't deny that there are signs i may be right.
(end of spoiler) the point i am trying to make: don't stretch to find a metaphor when you don't see one. if you are curious google other people's theories and make your own opinion. metaphors are hard and you will learn over time. and finally 6- do not ever do "it was all just a dream" or "the character is secretly in a coma" etc this applies to writing in general but it is still related to metaphors. the only time i have seen this done well is driver san francisco, but what it did right was A- make it so the players can guess ahead of time the mystery, such as the radio saying voices of your character in the hospital, or if you zoomed out you could hear a heart monitor. and B- it didn't completely un-do the entire story. that is my core issue with this trope. it either wastes your time un-doing the entire story readers worked hard to finish, or it is just nonsensical and terrible. "dora the explorer is actually in purgatory!" "spongebob is a metaphor for the 7 deadly sins!" "ash is in a coma and that is why he never ages! " ooooor it is a cartoon and you are forcing meaning that doesn't exist in something that doesn't even imply it. the world being a bit weird is not enough to be a metaphor for anything. If you want to make a good metaphor: do more effort than just slapping a lazy "it was all a coma" thing at the end. Like horror, stuff like this needs to be built up properly. also consider authors intent. I understand death of the author and all of that, but do you really think a retired marine biologist made spongebob to be a complex metaphor about sinners in hell ? (rip Stephen Hillenburg btw. we didn't deserve him.) thank you for reading, hope this helps. and please, learn to understand the tropes of metaphors before you attempt to make the story of a generation. edit- adding a couple more things i forgot 7- "the darkness is going to destroy the land or whatever!" i see this used all the time. spooky wookey dark shadowy bits going to destroy a land and is the hero's generic bad thing to fight. stop it. it is not a deep and complex metaphor about depression or whatever the hell you are on about. its lazy and stupid. 8- a story should stand up on its own regardless if audience members understand the metaphor or not I don't like Gris. it is a very pretty game with lovely visuals But also the entire story is just the main character moping about artistically and shit and go on about how artistically sad and dramatic this all is. if i don't understand the story without understanding the metaphor, then your story and your metaphor sucks. an example of a metaphor done well: spiritfairer without the metaphor, it is a simple game about running a traveling boat. even if you didn't care too much about the deeper meaning it is a cute story and the gameplay is fun (spoiler) if you look deeper, it can also be taken as a metaphor about greif and learning to accept your loved ones will one day die. things like the boat being filled with empty houses you can't remove is a good example of this. (end of spoiler) your story needs to stand up on its own to be good. don't use a metaphor as a crutch.
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tales-of-snaktooth · 6 months
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a few more pixels for the characters page! Seaside's brothers Tuhonee and Imony, one of Olsa's daughters; Denerah, Zereh, and the two Queens
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prototypelq · 4 months
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Palworld fans, check out BUGSNAX, you won't regret it
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Say hi to the precious Bunger)))
It's a creature-catcher-puzzle game, set in a delightfully weird and funny style, which comes as a given, after all it's the product of an Octodad developer team! The bugsnax ecosystem is surprisingly deep, and it's very easy to see how much thought the developers put into each creature. Figuring out how to catch each one and how they interact with each other is the core loop and it is extremely fun! It also has a super cozy atmosphere and a funky vibe to it, which I really enjoyed.
Bugsnax is very very good, don't miss out on it if you like creature-collectors or biology-themed games.
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greeb-theartist · 4 months
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Wambus Troubleham Headcanons Pt. 1 bc I'm bored...
Wambus is the type of person to refuse to show his emotions, the ones he really does show are mainly just like anger and (a little bit of) sadness, but its never enough. The only person he really expresses himself too is Triffany, yet he still feels bad for it after everything he and her went through with having to rely on her income post-game. Wambus doesn't cry much, but when he does he gets frustrated (Anger issues) and mainly lashes out rather then flat-out crying in front of someone. The first time Wambus and Triffany started dating before their marriage Wambus had a breakdown on one of the first few dates, scared because he didn't know if he was doing something wrong (Also because he was still pretty new to the idea of dating). The breakdown wasn't that big, but the first time Triffany had ever seen him cry was when he had an argument with his family about Marring Triffany. While Triffany's family was happy she was getting married, Wambus' family was not. Wambus had ultimately hesitated to cut off his family (In which he didn't) but had cried about the whole thing to Triffany at 2am when they were living in their old house together. That's all I really have about that, byeee!!
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zecoritheweirdone · 1 year
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has this been done before? probably. did i draw it anyway? yes.
anyway pov you are snorpington fizzlebean.
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floofy-grumpuses · 2 years
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Bugsnax is honestly at its core just. A game about people. A game about love and identity and coming to terms with issues in your life and pushing through despite how awful everything is and how people will care about you great amounts even if you do the smallest things.
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You have only known Gramble a short amount of time, but he sees you have a mailbox and the workings of a house and says “I wonder if this journalist is afraid of the dark. I should send them a lantern just in case. Just to be nice.”
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Wambus is working through a lot and doesn’t often let his guard down, but he takes the time to send you an entire scarecrow just in case you decide to start a farm for absolutely no particular reason “Well if they grow plants they need something to scare the bugsnax away.” He thinks, not even bothering to ask if you even farm because it’s just in case you’d like to. Just to be nice. 
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Beffica straight up gives you somewhere to snuggle up in at night, she doesn’t need it anymore, and hey, she can’t have her bestie being cold or sleeping in the dirt. That will not do. She’s gonna send over her old sleeping bag. Just to be nice.
Filbo gives you a strange hunk of wooden nailed together and a dandelion, accompanied by a letter so sweet that it’ll give you cavities. He knows it’s not much, but it’s just a care package, because despite you only meeting a few days ago, he CARES about you.
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writeoffadventure · 4 months
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This one had a lot of fun expressions~ Also, it’s time 👀
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flooftyfizzlebeans · 5 months
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Not me thinking about the desperate situation that would lead to cannibalism
I'm imagining the temperature drops. Over the course of a few days, the snow on the mountain creeps downwards until the whole town is soft and blanketed. Maybe the island drifted north. Maybe it's a Snakolyte plot to save us from the hivemind. Maybe it doesn't matter.
Crops die. Bugsnax disappear. Soon the town scatters once again.
Some stay put where Filbo dependably makes a fire every day. Some try to flee to the desert, only to find the temperatures are only slightly warmer. It doesn't make up for the lack of shelter.
Lizbert and Eggabell are forgotten.
Of course Snorpy and Chandlo flee. Beffica too. They'd rather go alone than see what is inevitably going to happen.
Those that remain take refuge in Grmables barn. As the snow grows heavier, we have to huddle for warmth. Make fire indoors. It's too cold out to chop trees. My frostbitten fingers are proof enough of that. We're running low on firewood. Everyone is so hungry. Our paradise frozen before their very eyes.
Cromdo drops the salesman bit and uses all of his stock trying to keep the group alive. Shelda's meager rations keep hope in their eyes. Floofty has a few chemicals that won't kill is to burn for warmth.
But.... The morning when Floofty desperately tries to shake Shelda awake to no avail... Neither Filbo or I are strong enough to keep the fighting from breaking out.
Blows are exchanged, the shouting becomes too much. Harsh words turn to claws on flesh, blood in the deep snow. Filbo drops like a stone. I feel a paw take mine and drag me out of the town.
When I come out of my daze, Cromdo's made a fire in a cave, put a blanket over my shocked form. Hes making pine needle tea. Surprisingly, going up the mountain might save us.
"Who am I kidding? There's no hope." I sigh.
"I know, but that doesn't mean you stop fighting. Just means you change tactic." Cromdo scolds me.
"And run like cowards?" I poke the fire aimlessly. "They're dead down there. We're all dead."
"We survived because we're cowards. We'll keep surviving like cowards."
I sit with that. He pours me another cup.
"Yknow, I chose this cave because I hid some booze in here. Think Beffica took it before I could though."
I smile. The thought is nice.
I stare into the fire, replying the images in my mind. I know what I must do.
When Cromdo falls asleep, I tick him in, and leave him alone.
When he awakes the next morning, he awakes to a fantastic smell. Bacon? Hamburgers? He's never smelled anything like it before in his life.
He gets out of his cocoon of stolen blankets, catching me setting the table. One of my blankets for a tablecloth, plates from.... somewhere. Forks and knives. There's a stick in the middle I'm trying to light on fire to try and simulate a candle.
On the plates are large cuts of meat, cooked and served beautifully.
"Hey, kid? What are you-"
"Have a seat, sir."
....and he does. He sits across from me, both of us bundled up.... but keeping up the charade that it's a fancy restaurant. I see him hesitate... before taking the first bite.
"Wow, I didn't know you could cook."
"I didn't need to, until now."
We chat. We talk about our normal lives. What we did in the city. The lives we left behind for this dump. He talks about his daughter. His ex wife. I talk about the string of unlucky articles that put me on thin ice.
His hand finds mine once again. This time, it's an invitation to stay near.
We finish our dishes.
"I really... enjoyed this." He starts.
"Me too."
"So uh.... who did we just eat?"
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"I don't think it's best to know." I say.
Cromdo thinks for a moment.
"Yeah, you're right."
We sit in silence.
His paw on mine, he leads us back to bed. We're both so tired. We lay down on the cold stone floor, wrapped in each other's arms, under all our cloth and blankets and insulation...both deciding...
not to keep the fire burning.
The sun sets.
The sun rises on an empty Snaktooth. No grumpsues. No bugsnax. No life.
Only blood and ice.
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