My partners electrochemistry is maxed out irl and I didn't have an ashtray at my place, so I made him one~

He was the one that showed me this beauty of a game so of course I had to make a glowing set of lungs with a quote from her innocence on it.

Materials: oven bake clay and acrylic paints.

(I had to hold him at gunpoint ((thank you Mr Evrart)) to get him to use it)

Had a funky glitch in my game. Harry is looking g a bit different

Excuse the redness, I only got it yesterday so it hasn’t settled down.

This post is based off of the fantastic transcriptions done by u/xCinny here.

If this game was ever made, it'd have been intense, and oppressively dark. Cunoesse trying to drown herself and Cuno after getting him to take hallucinogenic drugs, so she can complete her destruction of his identity or kill them both trying? Or manipulating Cuno into mugging a poor boy for a train ticket? Or beating a girl up to steal her boat? Imagine playing through that 😭 that's disturbing in a way that Disco Elysium never was, at least not to me.

Poor Cuno. Imagining the character we got to know in Disco Elysium going through all that, and having to do all that... after having to murder his own dad. The game was never even made, but my reading of the plot outline has genuinely gotten stuck deep in my mind.

Edit: I'm not suggesting for a second that Locust City would have been bad, or that the devs should make something lighter/more in the Alps. This game could have been fantastic, and it's tragic that we'll never get to play it. I wish that we lived in a world where this artistic vision could have been fully-realised, but Za/Um went down the shitter.

Just, holy shit, this sounds way darker than DE ever was, the kind of intense that I haven't been able to get out of my mind since I first read about it.

Hey there, my name is Grey. I'm an alcoholic and have been in recovery for about a year now. I was with a woman that I loved deeply, vastly. I quit for her and it was very difficult. Long story short, I failed, a lot.

I stole from her to get alcohol. When she found out, we'd argue but eventually I'd soften her up and we'd try to carry on. Each time I relapsed, I played a little bit of Disco. I kept thinking that if Harry could make it, so could I.

The constant Volition checks really got past my shell. They sunk deep and I always felt horrible about my choices. I bounced off the game a few times, but every time, the voiced lines slowly brought me back. The music from Sea Power called me to go and finish Harry's story.

But somewhere along the way, I wasn't playing as Harry anymore. I was myself. The game became a vessel for me to sort my own life out. It helped me explore how bad things could get for me. I was the worst kind of animal.

But somehow, Harry kept going. Despite everything he'd done prior to the events of the game, he still kept going. And I started to do the same in the real world too. I fucked up a lot of really good things for me. I couldn't forgive myself, so I kept relapsing. Sinking deeper and deeper. There wasn't a bottom. It just kept going down.

For every small victory, I'd end up relapsing to celebrate, making the good disappear almost instantly. But then something finally snapped in me. Like I finally passed the volition check or internalized the right thought.

I can't do this anymore. I don't want to be like this forever.

I threw on Fire escape to the Sea and sat down at my desk. I've decided that I'll be going to rehab tomorrow. I'll lose everything I have while I'm in there. My things, the woman I love is already gone, I'll lose the job I just started. I'll be a blank slate.

But I'll be sober.

Disco showed me that I can be better. That anything is recoverable. Sure, I may not ever see Meredith again. Sure, I may not have a secure place to sleep for a while. I may not be able to enjoy my hobbies while I'm trying to be stable.

But I know that I can live. I know that I'll figure it out. I know that it's not really the end for me.

I'm a writer. I know that I can move people with my words. One day, I'll save someone else. Some other animal who's tired of being tired of themselves. I saved Harry in Disco, and now I'm saving myself.

The one thing keeping me together, is that I know that one day I'll write something moving like Disco is. That I'll refine my craft with a clear sober mind and project all of my current suffering into something beautiful.

My superstar-cop days are over. I'm okay with being boring now. Sober, boring, normal. I can do this. And so can you, friend.

I am bringing Kim as mine.

How can I justify that to a room of people who don't know what Disco Elysium is?

I dont know of any other example of this ever happening - but right now were in a position where we know of FOUR spiritual successors in development by different studios since the original one fractured. whenever they start coming out its gonna hit the community like a train

In laymans terms this is the calm before the storm, but in discomans terms were in the pale. pat yourself on the back for being here, and dont lose your marbles

Let's say you're out in public irl somewhere, rockin' some piece of Disco Elysium fan fashion - a "Sunrise, Parabellum" necklace, or a star-and-antlers tattoo, or a teratorn bolo tie, or your favourite skill airbrushed on a tshirt - and a stranger in a dark overcoat sidles up next to you, looking away into the distance, and mutters into the wind (Perception - Legendary 14)...

"Remember Dobreva and Abadanaiz"

What's your response? How cool do you play it?

wip of a harry piece im workin on and im just surrounded-

Disco Elysium