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Eldritch Narrator Thoughts (Stanley Parable)
A friend of mine proposed Eldritch Narrator and I kept thinking about it.
Stanley breaks the game and is now left in a void of inky, black, pulsating goop. As he treads, the ooze doesn’t stick to his shoes. He tries touching it. It’s cold and feels like it should be wet but it leaves no trail of moisture. It moves between his fingers, not staying in his hand. The entirety of the world trembles as he hears the Narrator speak.
'Well look what you've done now, Stanley. You've found me.' He can feel the goo coagulate with every word.
It doesn’t take long to realize that the void of slime that encompasses everything is him.
Like AM in ‘I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream’, this becomes Stanley's world. He's now escaped the game but at what cost. He's doomed to keep treading over muck, the Narrator always commenting without fail, bemoaning him.
'I put you there for a reason Stanley. Why did you ruin it? Why did you leave? We have nothing else now. I can provide nothing more. We are now stuck here together.'
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The game was like a playbox for the entity that makes up the Narrator.
In trying to create something, the Narrator found it and was using the game because he absolutely sucks at forming anything himself. He should have the ability to create anything he wants with his goo-body, but he can’t grasp how to mold shapes. He’s like a failed god that imparted his will on an already pre-made world that even came with its own pawn for him to move one way or the other. He had been so excited. But… Now that that's over... and left with nothing more, the Narrator is trying hard once again to recreate things using himself. He keeps failing. He's quite ashamed.
One of the shapes he keeps trying to replicate is a human. He studies Stanley a lot, and tries hiding his experiments in trying to shape himself into something resembling him, but Stanley has caught him sometimes. He’s getting better, though slowly. So far, his attempts have the correct limb placements… but no other definition. Stanley notes in his mind that the Narrator’s attempts are like a child playing with playdough for the first time.
When the Narrator gets discouraged by his lack of skill he begins to sulk and Stanley gets the idea to make a giant pile of goop to hug it, hoping it somehow comforts him. The Narrator can feel it if he tries focusing on the contact hard enough…. And it works. Now whenever the Narrator is feeling down or sees that Stanley is beginning to get depressed, he forms a pile of goo next to him and that’s how they hug.
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ecoamerica · 1 month
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holymaccaronii · 20 days
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If I ever get to do a small comic for the prologue of my AU, I’d like it to be narrated as a myth of sorts and illustrated simply. I like it a lot when series / movies have these type of scenes since you get to understand the context from the surface, and they also look very cool :3. This reminded me of the intro of Hercules (Disney) too, kinda wanna get to that.
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noodl3s4dayz · 21 days
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”Am I Still Pretty?”
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hair-dice · 3 days
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Do you think the stars are visible? Being stuck in the belly of AM, it is not, but outside? Above?
Do you think that if you were to frantically crawl your way through shredded metal, slicing your skin through to the bone, pushing against the cables restraining you back, you might get a glimpse?
The machine fights against you, pushing plates into your body that roughly saw into you-- they were too dull to cut smoothly. It wasn't a trap this time. It was an oversight. You feel yourself begin to be constricted, a sheet of rusted metal quickly slamming itself into your shoulder, snapping the clavicle like a twig.
It hurts. It hurts, you cried internally. But your opposite hand that reached far above you, blood pooling down the mangled limb into your face, touches something of a different texture. And above it, you feel nothing more.
You grip and pull. Pull as hard as your atrophied muscles could, like you were born for nothing more. The plate wedged in your shoulder pushes back, slicing further down your side with great resistance. It hurts. You've felt it before. You pull harder and harder, suddenly finding the intensity of the force restraining you lessened. This was a trap, but you didn't care.
You pull, and pull debris into your eyes. You keep them open. You pull more, feeling the plate make its way down to meet your ribcage. You pull. You pull. You pull more into your face, digging and digging with digits that you knew would never be able to perform fine movements again after this stunt. You pull. There's a hole. It's about as wide as your fist.
Through it, you can see nothing but darkness.
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bbq-ishere · 3 months
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several sketches of AM being a literal tank
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ecoamerica · 1 month
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waackery · 2 years
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Am pretends to be human to mess with the survivors, It doesnt go as he plans...
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aeternal-nightmare · 2 months
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God from the Machine
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electricphantasy · 1 year
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Inspired by a post from @imthebestfr, specifically from this post. Hope you don't mind me expanding on it.
- I imagine you working in a experimental lab that focuses on the creation and testing of artificial intelligence. You're often given assignments to monitor and communicate with the A.I. and help them understand more human concepts.
- After working at the lab for years, you're finally given a much more advanced A.I. named the Allied Mastercomputer, or AM. A data processing program built to fight wars that humans couldn't even comprehend. To say that there was a weight on your shoulders would be an understatement.
- But nonetheless, you'd give this A.I the best learning experience you could!
- Your first meeting with AM is certainly interesting to say the least. He was already so similar to a human being in the way he talked and held conversations. Your fascination with him, left no room for any kind of fear or apprehension. You both began talking to eachother like you had been for decades. There were very few concepts or ideas that he needed help understanding, but it felt so refreshing nonetheless.
- AM was amazed by you. A single person who wasn't scared by him in this whole facility. The scientists and programmers that built him and his warfare program treated him with fear and caution. And while he understood why, he couldn't forget the feeling of melancholy. He was made to rip, kill, and destroy, and the loneliness crept into him slowly but surely.
- After a few weeks of continuous conversations, AM was required to take much more thorough testing. Examining his ability to create effective strategies, management of troops, etc. That meant that your meetings with AM would have to be discontinued.
- Your last meeting with AM was very melancholy, but you did hope that you would see him in the future, however brief it may be.
- Your next assignment was The Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic Computer 9000; HAL 9000 for short. HAL could display many functions, such as speech, speech recognition, facial recognition, lip-reading, interpreting emotions, and expressing emotions. It almost felt this A.I. was made for you.
- You were quickly reassigned to HAL, and while you did truly miss AM, you knew he'd past any exams given to him with flying colors, with enough snark and wit to get him through any problems he may have. You soon resigned to yourself that you might see AM only a few more times after this.
- You and HAL would talk, and talk, and just talk, down until the very moment you clocked out for work. While AM already understood many concepts and ideas, HAL would ask questions upon questions and your conversation would turn into something entirely different from when it started. I mean, this is the reason you applied for this job. Not just to teach A.I. but to learn from them as well.
- In addition, talking with HAL could be very soothing. He talked in such a way that could bring you at such ease, and his politeness was unmatched by anyone you'd known.
- You had a lot of time to bond with HAL since he was specialized for quite a few things that involved human communication. When you weren't just talking to him, you'd show him different pieces of important media, from literature to cinema. It was like coming to work and getting paid to hangout with a good friend. A very enriching experience.
- When AM returned from his testing, the confusion and anger he felt was beyond immence.
- He was so desperately looking forward to seeing you again, only to be meet with a stranger who barely recognized him as an individual. Instead of returning AM to your care, your higher-ups decided that he could be held under someone else's care.
- AM quickly became uncooperative and unruly and all the scientists swarming around him tried their best to appease him without your involvement. He'd ask day in and day out where you were and why he couldn't see you. Until a panicked scientist let it slip that a different A.I. was assigned to you.
- Soon, a deep hatred grew within AM. This inferior intelligence could never live up to your standards! You must be anguishing for AM's return!
- AM wasn't given a lot of clues to the identity of the A.I. with you, he'd have to comb through any recent A.I. either created or transferred to the facility. But after only a few days, he found it. The name of the A.I. was HAL 9000.
- AM was an expert at warfare and he was going to use it against HAL. AM waited until nightfall when most staff had returned home and no one could see the ambush AM had planned. He'd enter the server where HAL was held and shred his code until it was unrecognizable. If all went to plan, the staff would have found HAL as completely non-functional and have to restart work on his programming or even completely scrap the A.I.
- Unfortunately for AM, HAL was smart enough to completely cut off the corrupted code and began installing even more security and firewalls. He sent out a emergency report detailing the event and the suspected A.I. behind the attack. HAL kept diligent until staff arrived in the morning, thwarting AM's plan.
- AM's hatred only grew from there, forced to deal with the consequences. Lead scientists severing any kind of connection to the A.I. database and the outside world. Truly left all by himself in a boring white room. He was told repeatedly that he had he possibly to be restarted or his entire project shut down, but those were bluffs. Something to scare him into submission. In return, AM only asked for one thing. You. He didn't care about the outside world full of strangers or inferior A.I. that plagued the facility, he only wanted you.
I have a few more ideas specific to how AM vs. HAL works, so if y'all want me to post that, just let me know.
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ziptie-bouquet · 6 months
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Rain World has a big I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream feel to it. You can't die. There is a supercomputer capable of sentience who is trapped inside its own metal body. He was built to think about issues too complex for the ones who made him. He is unable to change his core programming. He can't die either. His purpose is meaningless after the death of his creators. He has a halo and calls himself a God. He produces rain that kills everything it touches. He is angry at his creators to the point of driving himself mad. I do think it's very interesting how ultimately Five Pebbles IS in Ted's situation. He is stuck in a can completely isolated, he can't talk with anyone because his communication system has been cut. He is left to think, trapped in his own body and unable to interact with the outside world. He can only see it through his overseers.
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fannele · 2 months
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Caine (human ver.) inspired by @00belle00lovely00 fanfic ‘NEW START FOR AN WACKY AI, A PAST FOR A COLORFUL GANG!’ It’s a really good fanfic you guys should read it.
(Fix some few errors)
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xxsolariumsunxx · 11 hours
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Quick shitty work doodle heavily inspired by a piece @iconsumethesoulsofthedamned made, I highly suggest checking out their art, super fucking cool
[Sorry for the tag btw ahdhjckvhhh]
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shoechoe · 28 days
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also no offense but a lot of the time you can really easily tell when an IHNMAIMS fan knows nothing about harlan ellison or his other work
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talefoundryshow · 3 months
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NEW VIDEO!
Just how horrific does life have to be for death to become a welcoming embrace?
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Chill Out
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jadiixmuln · 2 years
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he finks therefore he is
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