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There's no one that makes music like Vildhjarta.

When the intro riff comes back at the end, it brings with it such a powerful catharsis that hits like nothing else.

This is why they remain at the forefront of their field.

This is why all other bands in their genre follow their blueprint.

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Posting within the next 48 hours.

Video Game Discussion: Part IV (The Gaming Industry in Decay Arc)

Ubisoft's shares have plummeted from $100 to somewhere around $5, leading to a 91% decrease in valuation since 2018. Ever since Yves Guillemot has tried to pivot towards Web3 and AI, among consistent disappointments with their releases over the years, people are just not putting their interest in the company's games anymore. This restructuring is probably going to be a last ditch effort for them to save a sinking ship, though I have no idea how they're going to do that. They've cancelled multiple games and shut down two studios so far, delayed several other projects, instated an RTO mandate, and a French union has been quoted as saying that Guillemot "has no knowledge or understanding of his company."

Dark days ahead for Ubisoft.

£ 𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 £ - A Murder Mystery RP

I also might be delayed in posting soon, if this job lines up for me. Not considerably, but enough to take notice.

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I do have a concern, a small one, with the pacing. There's no actual rule about posting rate, unless I'm blind and didn't see it. I understood that PatientBean had an issue with how fast the RP was moving—again, the fault is mine there—so I just wanted to figure out what our expected post rate is supposed to be. It would help with pacing a bit, and allow everyone to get a word in IC-wise without any two people overwhelming the back-and-forth.

Otherwise, I'm enjoying everything so far. Liking all the characters. Never played something like this before, so it's been fun navigating the nuances.

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In lieu of Adeline being indisposed, I'm fine with not posting until her return. Gives us time to discuss how we want things to go, if needed, but if we want to continue on, I'm fine with that, too.

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My fault, probably. Sorry about that.

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E D W A R D

"How surprising," Edward rebuffed, his grin fading as he turned to match Bailey's gait on the way to the pool house. "Figured she would have told all of you before me. I don't exactly fit the mold of a 'first call' these days. I've got shit I got to do. You and Katherine are the golden children, remember?"

As he walked, Edward watched her face from his periphery. Something was off; she seemed a little more perturbed than she ought to be.

"You look nervous," he said, a mere observation showing his keen eye. "Don't worry, if Dad comes back from the dead, I'll make sure he eats Katherine first; give you a chance to run back to your lab so you can research a cure."

He wondered, internally, where it all went wrong. The pool house was now in view, emerging from behind dense shrubbery that lined the acre-wide backyard of Blackstone Manor. He couldn't dredge up a memory in which he and his sisters relaxed and played and were just children. All he could remember were lessons and punishments and deep-seeded frustrations and expectations. So many expectations. The Sistine Chapel wouldn't have been enough to satisfy.

The pool house, in particular, sat parallel to a swimming pool that could've qualified for use in the Olympics bordered on one side by large glass panes that comprised the greenhouse. What was once Mother's attempt at a pastime activity in the wake of her stresses became yet another burden levied onto the help of the household. Edward imagined one of the gardeners, underpaid and overworked, tending to God-knows-what inside the improperly-ventilated vessel of greenery. He toyed with the thought of how long it had been since anyone stepped foot inside. Judging by the overgrowth of vines that snaked up the glass, it had to have been at least several weeks. He guessed it was no longer a priority, and why would it be now?

The empty backyard forced Edward back into his thoughts of an alternate reality.

"So, how's the..." Edward gestured vaguely, as if trying to conjure up words that made sense when put together. Part of him still contested with the hangover he battled on the plane coming here.

"...internship?"

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E D W A R D

"Hey. You got the messages."

Edward and Mariana were en route to the pool house, along a cobblestone path set atop neatly trimmed grass. Lawn care that was top of the line—God forbid his family spare any expenses. He supposed they didn't need to. They had billions in various offshore accounts, each one stemming off the blood flow of taxes and fees with the stanching only international waters could provide. They had so many that each Blackstone child was essentially given one of their own, with all the accounts connected back to the main trust; a constant flow of money.

He was no stranger to insider knowledge. He knew how Bailey, who was now catching up to himself and their sister, was leeching the funds the family allowed her, all while pursuing some career in biomechanics that Edward didn't have the knowledge to complement in conversation. It's not that he was stupid. He simply found better priorities to care about. Regardless, Bailey wasn't the only one pseudo-pilfering from the Blackstone treasury accounts, he figured. He imagined Katherine had her share of the wealth as well, her company funded by Father almost directly, and he wouldn't be surprised if Mariana did the same, though he could almost understand her situation.

But Edward? He never touched his. If he didn't make the money on his own, he didn't want it.

Edward turned and watched Bailey catch up, her diminutive stature ill-dressed for the mood. "We're all part of the same group chat," he said, half-smiling at her attempts to seem cordial. "Kind of expected. Aren't you a little under-dressed? Father's dead, not inviting us to a concert."

Video Game Discussion: Part IV (The Gaming Industry in Decay Arc)

I saw that Gamespot dropped a hands-on preview of Highguard today. The game is sitting at Mostly Negative on Steam, and I don't personally have any interest in it, but GS were describing the game as if it's some novel new experience that has no genre. While I was listening to them describing it, a term immediately came to mind—it's an FPS MOBA. That's literally it. It's not anything new, and it doesn't have to be.