so im planning on using this as the header to that askblog
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June 2nd 2012
My father’s instructions were to burn the documents, raise no further questions. But that was his error. No man is immune to the shameful trappings of curiosity and… my humanity got the better of me.
June 1st 2012
penumbra philip Philip LaFresque penumbra black plague frictional games frictional game clarence my art
penumbra philip Philip LaFresque penumbra black plague frictional games frictional game clarence my art
Penumbra Black Plague- Philip.
I found the strength to redo it. The drawing I lost because of my computer crash looked something like this. Of course it was better, and with very much more details.
May 30th 2012
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penumbra Philip Philip LaFresque penumbra black plague clarence penumbra fanart my art frictional games frictional game rough sketch
Gemini Complex - Philip & Clarence , Penumbra Black plague ( WIP)
(Source: thehorrorofmultipleplaythroughs)
Why I love Philip. Seriously.
- I don’t feel confident enough to try this on myself just yet
- I filled the syringe with my own blood. Can’t believe I actually did that.
- This is not something one can just drink. It needs to be put into the bloodstream in some other manner.
- A little sip won’t hurt…
おお・・・ これは結構きつい。
- Oh… that was really strong.
この問題を酒で忘れるというのはとても魅力的な選択だ。おっと、しっかりしない と・・・
- As tempting as it is to just drink away all my problems, I need to stay focused…
- Finally! A way to reach that itch on my back.
- To be honest, I would rather have a cold beer.
<Entry Name=”EventMiscSprayOnSelf“>よし・・・ 私の髪はばっちりだ。これで私の身だしなみには何の問題もない。
- There…my hair is much better. There is never anything wrong with looking your best.
<Entry Name=”EventMiscCoinOnSelf“>ちょうどコインを飲み込もうとしたとき思い出した。私はジュークボックスではない。
- Just as I was about to swallow the coin, I remembered I was not a jukebox.
<Entry Name=”EventMiscHeadOnSelf“>どうかしてるぞ！
- You sick bastard!
- A food menu… not used for food anymore.
- What the hell was that?! Where can I hide?
- Salvation? Mine or someone else’s?
- What was that?! My head is pounding… what just happened?… Was it real? What’s going on here?!
- I could really use a shower…
- What in god’s name were they doing here?
- It’s a basic sink.
My bag! I thought I’d never see it again. ( PHILIP LOVES HIS BAG OKAAAY?!!)
- It’s a toilet.
- An empty bottle of whiskey. What a shame. Alcohol might not be the right answer, but it’s a bloody good guess.
- Jesus. A few seconds later and I would have been crushed.
- Don’t worry Amabel, I’m coming for you
- I would rather not use the toilet here.
- These specimens better be dead.
- I see no reason to cut off any of body parts. He’s been burned beyond recognition - isn’t that enough?
THAT’S RIGHT PHILIP! YOU’RE NOT A JUKEBOX. GOD PHILIP I LOVE YOU.
clarence is such a little diva sometimes.
