I think The Skip Ending is The Narrator’s Countdown Ending “This is not a challenge. It’s a tragedy.”
That's a really good point. I had seen someone somewhere mention that this ending affects The Narrator so much because it's the one ending he can't fix. It's the only one he can't control. And it's also the first one where he's left without Stanley, without a purpose. In every other ending, he knows it'll reset eventually and everything will be fine, but this one doesn't do that.
Comparing it to the countdown ending is a really interesting note, I hadn't even thought of that before now, but it really is, isn't it? It's the ending where control is taken away from him and he just has to sit back and watch everything fall to ruble around him, which is the exact same thing Stanley goes through in the countdown. Two beings watching each other fall to madness for eternity.
I love this game.
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"STOP TAKING THE HEALTH KITS"
He ubered the scout after this.
Additional sketches and some ramblings under the cut.
This is based on an encounter I had the other day, when a demoman took a medkit before my medigun connected with him. When he saw my health was down to 21, he would force me to stand at the spawn point and guarded me until I was healed. Wherever you are now, if you read this, you were a good lad and I love you.
Sometimes I think about how medic is emotionally very invested in the missions (which shows in his voice when he shouts at his team), but off-duty and during friendly taunts he seems to be among the most giggly, and fun-loving mercenaries in the team. I like to think he can get agitated very fast, but cools down just as quickly.
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okay but. vigilante!bakugou. with a full mask to cover his face, the only "super" one in a quirkless world. literally every dc trope ever, but i don't care because with him, it's so afhakfha.
you work together in some office job and he's always coming in late with his trousers loose and his shirt untucked. never really speaks to you, except for when there's a group task that needs to get done and your team reserves the conference room to figure out how you'll divide the work and he ends up sitting beside you somehow. borrows a pen, because he forgot one.
other than that, you just know of him, bakugou katsuki. quiet. always frowning. looks like he'd bite your head off for looking at him sideways. doesn't really catch your eye — though you agree with your coworker that he's kinda handsome when he's not scowling — and you don't think he's the kinda guy that's gonna go out for drinks after work with you and the team. and you're right, because he can't.
truth be told, you're not really interested anyway — because you're kinda-sorta, really-super into this guy dynamight, who stops by your apartment every night.
it's thanks to him that you didn't get mugged and left for dead in some alleyway a few months back, and though you think that makes him rather trustworthy, you know your friends would have a cow about the fact that you've never heard his voice or seen his face. that you're always sitting on the rooftop of your complex, waiting, until he's so close that you can feel the echo of his explosions in your chest. reverberating beneath your bones, just like your heartbeat.
you don't know why he bothers, but you also don't really care. he listens to the needless recount of your day, even huffs out a laugh at times. the most you've ever seen of him is the lower half of his face, the cut of his jaw when he took a drink from the chilled water bottle you had waiting. maybe a flash of his hair, but it'd been dark and you can't for the life of you remember if it was blonde or maybe light brown ?
the city is dying to know who he is because, despite being so explosive, he's pretty good at going quiet when he needs to; always manages to get away from the swarm of red and blue that chases him down the highway. and yeah, maybe taking justice into his own hands is a teeny bit irresponsible, okay, but you can't help but to feel a little safer, walking home under his echoing boom as he shoots across the sky.
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Fox *office overflowing with tookas*: Stone do you know why I called you here today?
Stone *tookas covering him*: No.
Fox *unfazed as Nibbles climbs over his helmet*: I called you here because - *Nibbles slips and tumbles onto his lap disturbing Bobo*
*loud hissing*
Stone *moves tookas out of his way*: You need to release some Fox. They're healed.
Fox *holding Nibbles as Bobo swats at his arms*: No.
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