Livelaughlacerate - Biohazard

so painful to think about tiny stan pines liking to draw and being so inventive and creative while thinking of himself as "a dumb idiot" and "the stupid twin"

it got quite popular on bluesky i hope y'all will like it

LITERALLY STARTED CRYING

THIS VIDEO. THE RAINBOW. THE ENERGY. MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

Okay…what the fuck possessed me to do this.

I haven't even opened Ultrakill for what feels like a life but was probably just half a year.

But the Violence layers still isn't letting me go.

It's so sad. And it's so unique. It's the most unique layer in the whole game. Because the whole thing is about a single character. I mean sure, layers have been about characters, but most of them at least share.

Violence is just about one character, a character that's been there the whole time, from second one, but was always sidelined for something or someone else time and time again for 2 whole acts. V1.

Sure Gabriel fights V1, desires to fight V1, but it's more about how Gabriel himself feels about it. With his monologes it always felt to me like their "rivalry" is entirely one sided, that for V1 Gabe is just one more bloodbath in its way. At most he's amusing.

And fittingly the whole 7th layer feels entirely disconnected from the rest of the game, but especially from Gluttony and Heresy, from moment one. With its blast of white and surreal levels connected by ideas instead of geography. More then any layer so far in the game Violence feels like a mind palace, a dream scape. Alien and weird yet deeply personal. It reminds me of the Hunter's dream from Bloodborne.

The layer is about the romance and beauty of murder, the tragedy of weapons, and the self-destructiveness of it all.

Man, it's the fucking. That final stretch of War Without Reason. It makes me want to cry. The way the signature V1 guitar screeches so desperately, taking the highest notes it ever does, the instrument sounds like it's tearing its voice cords into teathers screaming, begging, trying to hold onto the moment, to not let go, to not let the composition conclude the way it inevitably will.

What is love but painting your world with the other's finite life? A desire to spill someone's lifeblood onto the walls of your house, take trinkets, momentos, limbs of your beloved's life which you graft onto your own, decorate yourself in viscera. War is the one thing machines can, the only thing. They feel for each other, they love each other, they seek to break down the metallic barriers of their skin and into the soft flesh beneath, and take their blood for their own. To love is to kill, and weapons only know killing. But when you kill someone they die. It doesn't last, it cannot last. No matter how hard you try, how deep you go its finite, it will be over. It will be over soon.

The Earthmover was V1's one true love, I will die on this hill. It's the only thing V1 went out of its way to kill. Way out of its way. It saw how it shoots its railcanon and was Helpleeeeees, down for the count and drowning in them. Even if we somehow ignore all the yonic visuals of the level design in 7-4. I mean, we're the Ultrakill fandom. We of all people should understand that trying to kill each other is sex.

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.