And I absolutely used Art, between the drug jokes and the mere existence of Mr.Black there's just too much material for me to pass it up.

Wang’s Page wrote: They call the Backstreets unsafe because there’s this one time o’ the day when darkness comes out and your friendly neighborhood watch can’t do jacks about it. The Night in the Backstreets, when the City shuts its eyes. Breakin’ any rules are forgiven during that time. Means to protect yerself from harm like recording videos or hirin’ peacekeepers? All rendered useless. And those rusty ol’ fellas sweep every corner of the streets, so no evidence is left behind. No corpses, no weapons, no nuthin’. Not only do all the security measures stop, peeking at folk as a whole is banned during these hours! Well, stumbling on the scene o’ the crime ain’t banned. What it really means is… you ain’t suppos’d record videos o’ the scene or spy it with security cams… No one should be strolling the streets that late in the first place though, hoh hoh hon!
Cause of that, they don’t ask a darn thing about crimes happening during that time unless an eyewitness shows up. They just can’t, if I’m bein’ blunt. The public institutions… Ye know the deal, those shuckin’ shucks at the Head, Fixer Associations, vigilance peeps n’ the like. If one o’ those officials try to take a dig at somethin’ that happened during the Night in the Backstreets, some scary fellas called the Claws go after ‘em… I hear the Night in the Backstreets is considered a whatsit time for doin’ whatchamacallit permitted by the Head? I’ve got no dang clue why they set a time like this when every soul ‘ere’s already frightened to the bone. No matter what folks say, the Night in the Backstreets starts at 3:13 and ends at 4:34, ne’er too early or late by a single second, every time~
Jin’s Page wrote: The Backstreets aren’t some unlivable mess like some folk’re saying, ye see? Rough things do happen often ‘round here, sure, but there’s some effort at peacekeeping goin’ on to stop a whole lotta people dying all the harking time. Every area of the streets has some kinda neighborhood watch made outta local residents voluntarily doing jobs like Fixers do, trynna make the Backstreets a safer place. Unlike the so-called public safety Association that starts with a Z… whatever that stuffy org is called, the neighborhood watch ain’t chained to any official authority nor do they ask for huge fees. Each area’s got different styles of neighbors, so not everyone in every corner of the town likes ‘em. Most folks do appreciate that they’re kee’ing ‘em safe, though.
Mi’s Page wrote: There’s this one rule that stands squarely in this nigh-lawless land. Doing any kinda harm to the residential area is forbidden… No invading people’s homes, no demolishing ‘em, n’ all that. Not even the big n’ tough crooks of the Fingers can touch this! I’m guessing they decided it’s gotta stay the most whatsit place. If ye didn’t know, the City’s taboos are a ‘uge deal, ‘s much more serious than taboos of the Nest. You break it, and yer life’s over right then n’ there!
A Smiling Face’s Page wrote: The rules o’ the Backstreets don’t work in the Nest, and the opposite’s also true. You could drag a higher-up working for whatchamacallit from the Nest to the Backstreets and do whatsit to ‘em and get away with it, as long as it was during the Night in the Backstreets and no sneaky rat saw you doin’ it. But if you did the same whatsit in the Nest, you’d be breaking rules. The Night in the Backstreets is only a thing in the Backstreets, like da name suggests.
Laetitia wrote:I couldn’t leave my dear friends behind… So I came up with a brilliant idea!
Don’t you worry~ Only meanies hurt friends.
When you open the gift, you’ll be surprised, like WHOA!
What’s inside the gift? That’s a secret! It’s boring to spoil it.
Friends don’t fight each other. Nopers!
Play with me! Join my friends and laugh with us.
Laetitia wrote:This place will get livelier the more friends I have!
I hope this place is filled with laughter!
I hope to find lots of friends here too~
How was my prank? It was fun, wasn’t it? Your face says so!
You’re happy to be my friend, right? Right? I’m super-ooper-duper happy, too!
Laetitia wrote:People here don’t smile!! That looks so gloomy.
My friends… Where did they all go…?
Did they leave because they hate me…? Can’t you be my friends instead?
We’re all friends… Right?
Farewells are sad and make me lonely… Be my friend. Pretty please?
Absolutely, the only thing I wonder is if the reboots were because A thought “Angela is just a machine, she cannot possibly actually assist with the seed of light.” Or if it was a full narcissistic “no it has to be me, I have to be the one to carry on Carmen’s will.” The idea that all those loops and years of suffering could have been resolved by Angela running things like a decent person in 2 loops max would be one heck of a gut punch.Gespenst wrote: ↑Thu Aug 18, 2022 12:34 pmSeeing Angela trying to run things better and getting the "scenario rebooted" for her trouble really goes a way to showing why A was even worse than he seemed. not even a chance of seeing if those possibilities could work out for the better, just the maximum misery factory.
Playing devil's advocate, if memory serves A had to force the Sephirot to work through their issues forcefully through the meltdowns in order for the Seed of Light to germinate enough to bloom. While he has plenty of faults and reasons to be called a dick, this moment is not one of them. Though, given he wrote the script before they had even been turned into Sephirot (as seen in Hokma's breakdown) means he knew his old friends enough to accurately plan out their breakdowns and every weakpoint; which says something about how close he was to everyone (Garion being the exception, hers occurring due to wanting to test X).Seniorswitchback wrote: ↑Thu Aug 18, 2022 3:13 pm
Absolutely, the only thing I wonder is if the reboots were because A thought “Angela is just a machine, she cannot possibly actually assist with the seed of light.” Or if it was a full narcissistic “no it has to be me, I have to be the one to carry on Carmen’s will.” The idea that all those loops and years of suffering could have been resolved by Angela running things like a decent person in 2 loops max would be one heck of a gut punch.
Black Swan wrote:I thought things would work themselves out if I worked harder…
My clothing made of nettles… that still isn’t complete…
A bit more… Just a little more. I’m almost there. Try just a little harder… Endure just a little more…
I opened my mouth. Disgusting things swelled up inside and spilt right out.
What happens when a dreaming being is faced with reality?
Once, I tried to dream a happy dream with everyone.
I see you all from a distance. The beings I couldn’t help but love.
I don’t want to wake up… I’m afraid of facing that reality.
If I could see the future I dreamed of for just a moment…
Words such as “someday” will only bring uneasiness and nothing else.
Laetitia wrote:Just what compelled me to bring you lot along, I must wonder.
I couldn’t simply leave you all to rot…
I could never hope to build any kind of relationship with them.
Was it due to loneliness? I thought I never had attachment to such a feeling.
I wish to find many friends in this place. Don’t you think so too?
The gift’s content is a secret.
I prepared this for you. I want you to accept it.
I don’t see any smiles. Everyone looks gloomy. Including myself.
There was nothing I could do, other than watch from afar.
Red Eyes wrote:It’s to protect the place where I belong…
Yes… Maybe I don’t have the heart to be rid of you after all…
To ensure that nothing escapes my notice, my eyes moved busily…
You lot will slowly lose hope.
Letting out faint breaths, waiting for a next time that may never come…
To fatten up the still incomplete being… Much is needed.
It can’t be helped. The one book that will set me free… is my everything.
Having to witness them all despair from beginning to end… I collapsed at last.
I just wished to close my eyes. Why did I bother entertaining the empty hope that I will reach you one day. What good did I see in you?
Sanguine Desire wrote:Keep your hands off… Now you’re trying to take away the only thing I have?
I’ve lost too much to let go of what little I have left in my hands.
This is all that I have left… There’s nothing else…
With this gorgeous, shiny thing in my possession, I won’t have anything to envy in this world.
It’s mine… This means everything to me, so don’t take it away!!!
With more blood painted over, the shoes and I… are tinged with beauty.
I need this… I don’t know how to become better myself…
Only these shoes… can make me dance. They make me move!
If you wanted to stop me, you should have done it from the beginning…
I’ll gladly risk my feet being chopped off, no longer being able to walk…
This glamour is for me alone… No one else can lay a finger on it!
Today's Expression wrote:I could have this much space for myself…
Maybe I wouldn’t have felt as bad if I couldn’t approach you lot because of shyness.
It’s the last bit of generosity this City can offer.
Where is the place I can rest with some peace of mind? Is there such a place at all?
A home… A place where I don’t have to care about the attention of others… That’s what I’m wishing for.
This place allows neither laughter nor despair. What kind of expression must I make, then?
There is no place for me anywhere. I had to make one myself, even if it cost me my skin.
When throbbing emotions surge up, it’s best to simply close my eyes.
Big and… er, just A Wolf, apparently? wrote:There’s no need to be nice to me… I’m destined to be a big bad wolf…
Watch it… I’m trying really hard…
Don’t get any closer… Or you’ll get eaten too…
Everyone called me that, so it must be true… Old tales are never wrong…
A wolf needs no name, it just obeys the role it was born to fit in…
A Wolf with a stuffed belly wrote:I was fated to be bad… It doesn’t matter… I don’t have to care…
I… I just ate someone… I hurt others again…
The moon wasn’t becoming full… It was waning, becoming empty… Then soon enough… I’ll…
Big and Will be Bad Wolf wrote:This place reeks of an awful stench… It calls for me…
Like the empty moon filled with darkness, my belly should be filled with meat…
Looking at you makes my mouth water…
If I can fill my stomach… I’ll be satisfied…
As our first Distorted guest, The Crying Children have many of the same affectations as the Abnormalities. Nonstandard music, words that pop up over the screen, special background, it's all here.The Crying Children wrote:When I cover my ears, I can only hear my own voice. I can pay full attention to the sounds I make.
If I mistake a gentle voice for something aggressive, it’s their fault for speaking like that. Am I right?
… …
It’s simple. I just don’t have to look, do I? I don’t have to face that darkness.
I’m not hearing anything I don’t wanna hear!
…
I don’t have to hear to guess what they’re saying. I bet they’re slandering me.
… … …
The Crying Children is the second form Phillip will take in this fight, the sum of all of the tiny angels flying around. In this form, he's got new stats and abilities.The Crying Children wrote:Seeing, hearing, and speaking evil are all deeds that I can consciously prevent myself from doing.
However, that alone won’t purge all evil from the world.
A prudent sight capable of distinguishing good from evil is needed.
In contrast to sharing joy with others, sympathizing with the sorrow of others is certain to be an unduly shallow exercise.
Only I can soundly feel the pain of the sorrow I am wallowing in.
Turn a blind eye to all that tries to hurt me.
Turn a deaf ear to words that will lead me down the wrong path.
Turn a mute mouth to unnecessary evil.
And last of all, act not. Make myself happy that way.
What does goodwill mean to me.
No one’s going to cry on my behalf even if I’m sad.
I don’t want to hear anything. I don’t want to see anything, or speak anything…
Unstable Page of the Crying Children wrote: “Sorry. I get how you feel, but I’ll need more time to think about this.”
“…”
“…Um, are you feeling down?”
"N-no, I'm fine... I get it. This was rather sudden, and you'll need some time to collect your thoughts."
“Thanks for understanding. You know, you’re a very caring person. I guess gramps picked the right rookie to hire.”
“Is that so… Thank you.”
I couldn’t say anything beyond that. I tried to think positively about it, convincing myself that I wouldn’t want to see seonbae feel troubled because of me in the future. Clinging on to it further would only make me seem pathetic… Although seonbae didn’t decline my confession outright, it felt safer to think of it as a refusal so I wouldn’t get my head in the clouds and make another attempt at it. I shouldn’t have held any expectations in the first place. I thought I’d feel like a load had been taken off my chest after I’d confessed my pent-up feelings to her, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look seonbae in the eyes. I didn’t see it. I found myself looking for excuses. It’s not because I’m a coward… It’s not because I was afraid that I might be faced with darkness I can’t possibly handle if I lift my head, no. I just looked at the shade so I could see a brighter light, that’s all. That thought made me feel a bit easier. I don’t know what expression seonbae wore at that time. Was she grinning at my nonsense, or was she upset? All I can think is that she was probably giving me a look of disgust.
“You gave a fine speech, but I must wonder if you’re truly upset for the sake of Salvador and your other late colleagues.”
“…I’ll go prepare myself.”
I closed the door on my way out. Was it because I didn’t want to hear any more of it? Did I lack the energy to refute him? I had no time to reflect on the reason I left my seat. The one thing I couldn’t stand was him putting the blame on me for leaving my master and seonbae behind in that place they call the Library when I escaped so that I could bring others to save them. A wise person once said that you must close your ears when someone utters useless words or speaks with harmful intention. Is the ‘uselessness’ of a talk determined solely by one’s own standards? Maybe Oscar was right. But are his words useless and wrong because they distressed me? Maybe I just didn’t want to accept it. Consoling myself that I need some time to focus only on the grief of losing my master and seonbae… I covered my ears.
“You’re pausing it at just the right moment like it’s a rerun you’ve watched over and over… There’s got to be a reason.”
“Shut up, shut the hell up…!”
Sometimes, the human brain has difficulty telling reality from illusion. Watching a horror film incites fear even though you know it’s fiction; however, it’s not always easy to discern the truth. They’re standing right before my eyes reproaching me, but I can’t dismiss them as mere illusions. Even though they’re… dead. Gone. There was no way they could be real. It doesn’t make sense that I know what they’re about to say otherwise. It couldn’t be something they told me beforehand. When seonbae was about to speak, I shut her up, as though I knew what was going to unfold. What could I gain from uttering what will harm me. Self-justification? Those words would’ve wounded me for sure, but they were also words that would protect me. Yet again, I’m running away from truth. Vilifying others. It made me feel a bit better. Pameli was right; all I had to do was make up reasons that are convenient to me. It’s not my fault at all. They’re the bad ones… It’s derisive how shallow my admiration for my master and seonbae was, changing my attitude toward them so easily out of selfish self-preservation.
Nothing is more beautiful than knowing the truth, and therefore, nothing must be more shameful than admitting that what one believed in was a lie. I could’ve sworn I acknowledged my vice and embraced it. Although the process was a little unstable, I still felt ashamed for the truthless deeds I had done, and decided to cherish that negative part of myself as I am. Or so I thought… I stopped talking. I couldn’t even tell what was appropriate to speak anymore.
Turn a blind eye to all that tries to hurt me. Turn a deaf ear to words that will lead me down the wrong path. Turn a mute mouth to unnecessary evil. And last of all, act not. Make myself happy that way.
I could no longer perceive anything.
Alriune wrote:These flowers bloom uncontrollably, never to wither.
The bloom of fragrant flowers accompanied the magnificent beginning of my descent into despair.
The aroma of bursting petals will invite you to a gentle world.
If you can smell the scent that will not go away, you must be standing in the same forest as I.
Come forth. Embrace the smell that won’t wither and come to meet me.
Alriune wrote:Let us return to dust with all that breathes.
I was born from earth, so now I yearn to return to it.
My atonement ended in coldness, gasping for breath.
Da Capo wrote:Legato. Please don’t try to end this performance.
Soon, I shall begin a noble performance, burning away my life.
Let’s begin the performance. The apocalypse for poor you and me.
I’ve waited long. Waited for my turn to come…
A performance reserved for myself… One that would make me the happiest.
Fragments from Somewhere wrote:Was it a pointless endeavor to even try to understand?
I thought they would understand my hardship at least just a little.
I yelled and yelled, but no one could comprehend.
Why am I here? To inform them of something?
I sing, of my rancorous loneliness that no one knows.
When the glaring light comes down, ethereal images will show themselves.
The vast, glittering echo that approaches, wavering its head. If you can hear it, let us sing together.
If only we could understand each other.
What makes me so different from them?
I wanted to be like them. I tried to be like them.
Our Galaxy wrote:In a moment, coal-black darkness devours me.
I thought I wouldn’t be alone until the end.
I wanted to sever everything, but then I realized that I had little control over it…
Draw the curtains to reveal the stars in the night sky, and we’ll count them together.
Asking to be friends, I showed my shiny object.
This universe I’ve shown you is the extent of my world.
The lingering feelings that couldn’t flow formed a droplet that fell down.
I can never let this be the end…
Walk this night sky with me. The galaxy dotted with numerous hopes.
Stay with me forever. We’re… …s. Right?
Pleasure wrote:Let us all sink into eternal happiness.
Let me help you. Join me and indulge in pleasure…
I can enjoy this much pleasure, can I not?
I feel so sorry that you don’t know this happiness, I don’t know what to say for you.
I want to live… I want to have complete senses that you have, and feel things the way you do.
No one is to blame. It’s no sin to wish for happiness.
It wouldn’t be living if I couldn’t even hope for a small taste of heaven.
How pitiable and futile that life was…
Allow me to have the least bit of happiness, even if it’s barely enough to keep me alive.
Faint Aroma wrote:The world that is dark, for it cannot be seen, became darker yet.
If I endured and endured, maybe I could get a whiff of that scent.
A doll yearned to be human…
I don’t want to see. But I cannot look away.
The sound of petals brushing past me painfully tell me to return to that place.
I softly inhaled the faint fragrance coming from a distance.
Carrying a soul in her eyes, she was born with anticipation from a certain person.
I had to witness the genesis and passing of all things.
I yearned for life, then I came to a sudden realization.
Da Capo round 2 wrote:Da capo. Come back to the beginning, and begin the performance together.
Applaud me. Give me proof that there is meaning to my life.
You shall be overwhelmed with emotion and stand up to shout.
From break and ruin… the most beautiful performance…
A single performer standing in the midst of a silent score… Creating sound from the stilly place.
Let’s play a song that no one can hear, but everyone can listen to.
This melody will be the realization that I indeed live.
If I could seep into others and make them live a new life, I will be able to remain in everyone’s memory.
To the audience who will walk into their place choked up by the performance.