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probirth-blog · 7 years
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What’s next with The Devil’s Harvest (aka Probirth+)?
Hi, this is the Probirth teams official Tumblr blog, which we've created to post various updates and the development progress for our mod.
We'll let you know that the team has been hard at work ever since the official announcement reddit post. As for your criticism and feedback, we're listening! Every art related complaint has been forwarded to our team of spriters. On top of that, due to the negative reception towards our mods name, we have decided to rebrand now, before it's too late. The mod will now be called The Binding of Isaac: The Devil's Harvest and you'll find out how it ties in with the inner lore of the mod soon enough. To avoid making new social media accounts however, our team will remain called the Probirth team.
As we move forward, community criticism is going to be an integral part in the development of this mod, allowing us to shape the mod's future the way the community wants it. The opening of our Tumblr blog allows YOU (yes, you!) to submit questions and have our community representatives answer any burning questions you may have for us! We see all our fans as equal and aim to hear whatever suggestions or complaints you have for the Probirth mod team because without you - we're nothing!
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For now, we're just going to leave you with a screenshot of one of our new bosses for the Hive floor (since you thought we didn’t showcase enough!). Make sure to follow our blog expect to see some frequent updates regarding the progress on The Devil’s Harvest.
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surfeitedsoldier-blog · 12 years
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ISAACISDEAD
It's been seven days since it began, the fetuses have been singing all this time and the memories are returning. He's secluded himself inside the library, always hiding away in history, any history. He remembers now, before his last re-lapse he was into Greek mythology, Norse lore, Scandinavian myths. When he goes through these brief moments of lucidity, of clear recollection, he realises just how knowledgeable he really is. It's a shame he'll never get to use it. It's a cycle, he'll forget again soon enough. He'll forget how he bludgeoned his Blue to death with his wings, how he cut up everyone else on his team with a butcher's knife - like mother, like son. He hears the fetuses' song and smiles. He knows he'll forget again, he'll forget the Blue he's grown rather fond of (too fond of even), and the Maggy and Cain who he likes a fair bit too. He sings along, oblivious to the loud footsteps, the 'tap tap tap' of his mother's high heels. He doesn't notice, either, until it's much too late.
If anyone had happened to come across his body, they would find a boy with ragged, torn wings, gouged out eyes and a large, messy gash across his neck. Isaac was dead, and on the wall behind him, the words 'FORGET ME' have been shakily written in the same red, life-giving substance pooling out around him.
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