Life Is…So Unfair

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Eh, ehhhhhh? See what I did there?

“Just start the review, Madigan.”

Okee dokey. Spoiler Warnings as well.

Last time, we reviewed Episode Four of Life Is Strange and gave our guesstimations as to what was really happening behind the scenes. So let’s see how they turned out.

First of all

  • It’s not a rape dungeon, IT’S ART!

“I hate Jefferson so much.”

Yeah…me too. At least he wasn’t raping the girls, despite what we thought last time. Although when you think about it, a graphic depiction of sexual abuse in the story probably would’ve been a major mood whiplash from the relatively lighthearted atmosphere we had been getting throughout the game. And it’s also worth noting that there wasn’t anything explicitly stating that what was going on was rape. We were the ones who screamed out RAPE DUNGEON! when it was first revealed. Needless to say though, it’s a relief that no one had to go through that horror.

“Yeah, he was just binding them up and taking photos of their drugged out faces. That’s not creepy at all.”

Speaking of which…I feel like Evil Hipster Bastard got derailed slightly. Yeah, his true nature was creepy as hell, but it was slightly cliche too. I dunno, I was thinking that he’d be revealed as the Magnificant Bastard Type rather than a younger hotter version of the Mad Doctor from the Cat Lady. 

“I thought that it fit. He’s always been this cool type who is so passionate about photography. That’s one hipster stereotype, and on the other end of the spectrum, we have this know-it-all who thinks he’s above it all and is the greatest artist who ever artisted.”

Oh god, Jefferson’s a whiny teenager. 

“So are you.”

I’ll admit to that, but I don’t go around drugging and kidnapping people. I don’t get off on the suffering of others.

“Yeah, you’re just into BDSM, hypnosis and sensory deprivation.”

Problem?

“…no.”

Good, because we’re getting off track. Jefferson is a psychopathic dickweed, and I enjoy kinky sex, so we’ll leave it there and move on. So it turns out that Jefferson was manipulating Nathan, though they had more of a father-son relationship than a blackmailer-blackmailee like we predicted. And he was setting Nathan up as the scapegoat for the whole shebang, though it turns out that Hipster Draco was responsible for the murder component of it. The first one, anyway. He ended up overdosing Rachel after kidnapping her, after trying to emulate his Evil Hipster Teacher/Daddy Surrogate. We find out that Nathan got killed offscreen for being too messy, which explains how Evil Hipster got ahold of his phone, and how he’ll be framed for the murders of Max, Chloe and potentially Victoria if she ends up in the Dark Room with you. 

So we’re gonna jump to an alternate timeline.

  • San Fransisco 

So, after getting our diary back, we first get ahold of one of Max’s selfies from the first day of school. Well, our first day of school. It’s surprisingly easy to bring Evil Hipster down, all we do is send a message to David and he gets Jefferson arrested. At the same time, we get to hug Kate and tell her things will be okay -I managed to overlook it’s corniness for the time being- and we hand in our awesome photo and win the Everyday Heroes award, and history changes so that we’re heading to San Fransisco for the gallery opening. All is happy.

“Ahem, allow me to rewind and show you exactly what happened when we were playing through this segment.”

*flashback*

Cat: …Where’s the tornado?

Max: Oh, everything’s perfect, I can finally relax-

Cat: DON’T GIVE ME THAT SHIT, THERE’S STILL A FUCKING TORNADO HEADING TO ARCADIA, HOW ARE YOU JUST FORGETTING THIS??

Daniel: *eats Cat’s popcorn*

Max: *convenient vision of tornado* Oh noes, I forgot about my vision of a tornado which I had been stressing about all week!

Cat: Thank GOD! Can we go back to saving the world now? Okay, rewind to- HOLY SHIT, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO REALITY?

*back to present*

…I was a little upset.

“It was hilarious.”

So we end up back in Arcadia Bay after destroying our photo. Still in the rape dungeon with Evil Hipster. He’s gonna kill us. But then, IT’S DAVID! HE’S COME TO SAVE THE- oh, right, we have to rewind over and over again to keep him from dying on us. It gets hilarious after a while; it’s hard to keep the suspense and tension when you have to go through all the stupid ways that David can die. 

“Kick the cart!”

xD *kicks it an inch across the floor*

“For an ex army officer, that was kind of piss poor. So after playing an unexpected round of Dumb Ways To Die, Jefferson’s on the ground and David asks where Chloe is. We had to rewind for this one; it wasn’t that we didn’t want to send Jefferson to hell a little bit early, but David’s reaction to hearing that Chloe had been killed was too much for our emotions to handle.”

And I was scared that David would end up shooting himself afterwards. 

“So we lied. Though of course, Cat over here insists that a better lie would’ve been to say that she doesn’t know, that she got separated at the party before getting drugged by Professor Creepy.”

Eh, that’s just me. We leave David to gather evidence in the bunker so that we can go get the photo we need from Warren to save Chloe. One thing I don’t get is how David got here in the first place; at first I thought that we had still sent him the message in the San Fransisco timeline, but the raid took place the day after we sent the text according to the photo timeline. So he found out about the rape dungeon on his own? It’s kinda a plot hole for me. 

“Roll with it.”

Fine. It turns out that Max actually does know how to drive, and we drive out towards the diner, where Warren is. On the way, we receive a voice message from Nathan which broke my heart and made me cry.

“…I’m gonna take over. You go get a tissue.”

Thank you…

“We get about halfway before we have to make our way on foot. We save people thanks to our rewind powers, and we finally meet up with the other guy Cat has a crush on, along with Chloe’s mom and Frank. Cat lied again so that Frank wouldn’t lose it after hearing exactly how Rachel died, and after talking to Warren, we came to the conclusion that Max’s time travelling is the cause of the tornado. By this point, it’s obvious that the universe is trying to correct itself after Max went back in time to save Chloe; the universe has been trying to kill her all week, this tornado is just a more catastrophic measure. But Max isn’t that far ahead yet. We save Princess Chloe and end up heading towards the lighthouse with her before we end up in a series of parallel universes which aim to drive us crazy, with creepy versions of our peers judging us and torturing us about our decisions, and-

Wait a minute.

Cat? Take your time, go make yourself a cup of tea.

“Okay, now that I’ve put the Cat out for a while…there’s a hilariously meta joke about their infamous bottle puzzle from Episode Two, which I have to appreciate. Games which make fun of themselves are awesome games. We meet an alternate version of ourselves who accuses us of being a manipulative little shit who messes with time in order to get people to like us, which I imagine that Cat would appreciate for character development reasons. And then there’s a sequence which goes on forever where we have to go through everything we did with Chloe throughout the series before we wake up with Chloe at the lighthouse. And that was exhausting as fuck. Cat, you take over.”

  • Final Choice

Okay. But don’t drink my tea. Ah, we’re here. So after all that, our suspicions from last episode turn out to be correct. We can either save Arcadia Bay by going back in time and letting Nathan shoot Chloe, or say “Fuck Arcadia Bay!” and ride off with Chloe into the sunset. It shouldn’t be hard to guess which we chose. Saving Chloe would’ve only been delaying the inevitable; the universe would’ve gone on trying to remedy the inconsistency until Chloe died, and at the cost of too many people. We’d have more and more natural disasters trying to wipe them both out, and everything would be fucked up. And as we said before, letting Chloe die then would resolve all the problems we’ve faced this series, although it would mean that our decisions in the end wouldn’t matter, which sucks. And we finish with Chloe’s funeral…where there’s still the evil blue butterfly of doom resting on her coffin. End scene.
“Okay Madigan, we’re nearly done. Any last words?”

Two. Rachel Amber.

“…okay, you’re gonna have to keep going.”

Throughout the series, I kept waiting and waiting for Rachel Amber to show up. She had been so raved about and so built up, and I expected her to appear during the big hallucination. And there was the deer! It’s obviously Rachel’s spirit animal, which ended up directing us to her grave. So…what? Is she really just an ordinary human? I’m disappointed.

“That’s why I think that season two will revolve around her and her respective supernatural ability.”

Hopefully. I need resolution.

And with that, we’re done with the recap. Personally, I enjoyed this series. Most of the music from the soundtrack is now on my iPad, I loved the characters, the concept, and overall, it was just a beautiful game. 

“Except your choices don’t matter in the end.”

Yeah…I’m hoping that they will in season two, if they choose to make one. It would be cool to see our choices from season one carry over, but if it’s following Rachel Amber, then that would be unlikely. Unless it involves Rachel somehow rewinding before her death to make sure that there’s enough clues for Max and Chloe to find out what happened to her.

“Please write a fanfiction about that.”

Ugh…but I’m tired. I need more tea. And with that, I’m done ranting. Also, it’s worth mentioning that I turned 18 two months ago. So I’m now legally responsible for my crappy decisions. I can also legally sleep with Daniel. 

“Yay.”

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The Rage of a Cat

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It’s another Weekly Writing Challenge! Yayyyy.

The picture is called Emptiness, but when I see it, I see a lonely building, which may be fun to play the How To Survive the Zombie Apocolypse Game. And I think of my most recent venture in Delirium, which turned out more…positive than normal. Do you want to hear about it? Of course you don’t. But I don’t care.

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Where am I this time? I don’t know this place. But since when have I ever known where I am going?

The building is dark and crumbling, and blue, plantlike objects cover the walls. I reckon I have about five minutes before Daniel pops up next to me, so I decide to explore further.

I wonder what all this used to be. Another time, another world. It would’ve been filled with people, alive and bright.

There have been many places I’ve visited in Delirium. I remember a temple under water, filled with light and colour, the sweet singing of sirens echoing throughout it. I look at my dilapidated surroundings and I find myself asking what is so wrong with this earth that they would build a temple underwater instead?

I walk along the hallway, looking for light. It is long and is barely illuminated by the holes in the ceiling. I finally come across a door and I struggle to pull it open.

What I see makes me turn around and vomit.

The girl has golden hair, and her eyes that stare dully at the window are a turquoise that would’ve been beautiful. She hangs by her arms and a single leg from the ceiling, her head and arms pulled back by cords attached to her body. What shocks me most are her lips. They’ve rotted, and are pulled into a twisted smile, is that meant to be beautiful? This girl was once a dancer, a girl on the brink of womanhood, a girl who loved to be free. This display, a bloody puppet dangling by several threads, is anything but.

There’s another smell in the room suddenly. “Don’t come near me,” I warn.

He chuckles. His body might as well be a corpse, its temperature is no different from the dead girl’s. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“There shouldn’t be a body hanging here either, when you think about it,” I reply. “Not exactly pleasant decoration.”

“I meant here.” He gestures to the world around him. “You aren’t from here.”

“Of course not.” I don’t look at his face, his dead, twisted face. “What had this girl done?”

He gives a high giggle. “Wrong place, very wrong time.”

I grimace. “Her skin…”

“So you understand.” This is no question he’s asking me.

“I’ve seen your prisons. I can say they’re the only thing worse than this place here. And more importantly, I’ve seen those in them.” I remember my temporary imprisonment, and the deal with the devil that set me free. “This girl is one of them. Well, was one of them. What happened to her?”

“The same that happens to them all, eventually. Afterwards, some of our dependants are left to deal with them.” He has not moved this whole time, but I feel his voice in my ear all the same. “There are more of these around this place, if you would like to look further.”

I shake my head. “Forgive me, I have had enough of corpses.” I pause, and I’m surprised that I feel calm, despite this psychopath standing behind me. “Kaya is not a puppet though.”

“No, she isn’t,” he concedes.

“And she didn’t die in your prisons either.”

“…no.”

A smirk appears on my face. “What happened there?” I ask, playing devil’s advocate.

“…they thought the girl was useless, a dud. Five years had gone with her, and nothing had happened. Well, nothing they could see; had someone stronger seen her, they would’ve known immediately what she could do.”

“So why didn’t they?”

“I believe that’s enough. Curiosity killed the cat, I believe?”

“I can’t die,” I tell him. “I’ve tried too many times, Delirium and Reality. And I’m still alive…somehow.”

“Well.” His voice takes on an edge I don’t detect until there’s only a split second to do something. “How about we try something new?”

And he rushes at me.

I dive out of the way, skidding across the ground. “Oh, are we running today?” he calls. “We can play tag, Ms Madigan.”

I’m less slow this time, and I crash against the wall. The two seconds I spend in stunned immobility are my undoing, and he catches my arm and twists it. I howl with the pain, and he gives me a laugh that turns my stomach. “You lose,” he informs me. “Don’t worry, we don’t have to play this game again.”

Then, all of a sudden, he is the one howling.

It’s not Daniel who attacked him. Or even Kaya.

My hands are burning with something akin to fire, or perhaps electricity. These thoughts don’t matter, as I throw back my arm and hurl a mass of light at him. It hits the wall behind him, and it crumples. I think I see the dancer’s corpse dissolve before me. “Do not,” I snarl. “Ever.” I launch another at him and this time, his arm turns to ash. “Think.”

He turns to run, but I throw myself through the air at him, and land on him. I start throwing punches, I want to hit him, to beat him senseless. “Call.” My voice got shriller every word I spoke. “Me…”

He manages to flip me onto my back, only to get singed by my hands. “WEAK!” I shriek, my voice echoing throughout the building.

The next few seconds are a blur, but the outcome still angers me. I let myself be distracted for a split second when Daniel dashes into the room, and the monster takes the opportunity to run from the building, fleeing through the wall, in which I completely destroyed.

I crumple to the ground. “Shit!” I cry.

Daniel runs up to me. “Don’t touch me!” I plead.

“Cat, what the hell happened?”

My hands are still glowing, but they begin to fade. “What do you think?” I croak, watching my hands return to normal, only my five letters retaining a glow to them.

“This…” Daniel shakes his head. “There is no way-”

“But it happened.”

“What are you Cat Madigan?”

“Something weird,” I whisper. Everything swims in my head; my hands of fire and lightning, the smell of charred flesh, but most of all, the desire to watch the man die, burning and screaming before me.

I am sickened by my thoughts, and before I say a word, I fall into Daniel’s arms as everything goes black.

Psycho vs. Socio

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Okay then…let’s do this from scratch.

So yesterday, I was playing Mad Father. It’s about a girl whose father is a psychopathic scientist who kills people and makes them into dolls. You know, my sort of story. Long story short, a curse on their house makes the subjects come back to life, and they go after the father, and the daughter, Aya, goes to safe him.

Spoilers, by the way.

The game has three endings, but the true ending shows Aya surviving and turning into a sociopathic murderer. It runs in the family, you know.

So what I had noticed was that Aya and her father both behaved in completely different ways, even though they both turned into killers. Her father, who I found out was called Alfred, would brutally murder subjects with a chainsaw, and would’ve murdered his own daughter the same way. Aya, on the other hand, appears sweet and cheerful, and she appears to be a kind doctor who helps poor patients…by sedating them before killing them.

It was Mad Father, and somewhat Sherlock, that got me curious about what the difference was between psychopaths and sociopaths.

So I researched.

If only I was this good with schoolwork.

Oh well.

Psychopaths are those who go beyond what is considered normal moral behaviour. Think of kids who torture animals, just to see what happens. Psychopathic tendencies are passed on through genetics, and are there from a young age.

Sociopaths, on the other hand, are simply those who lack social and emotional skills, and are unable to relate to others. But sociopaths aren’t as destructive as psychopaths; their tendencies are usually taken out on those in their personal lives. But sociopaths are usually made; if a child is raised in a cold, emotionless environment, they’re likely to shut down socially and emotionally.

Both these people lack the ethics which is normal to society, and can’t always sympathise with others. They’re also able to look at gory things without flinching, things that would make others look away.

But the major difference is that psychopaths have a charming exterior, no matter how twisted they are underneath. They are able to interact with people with ease. Sociopaths, on the other hand, don’t care about what anyone else thinks; they act exactly how they like, do exactly what they want. That’s what makes psychopaths more dangerous; you’re more likely to dislike a sociopath than a psychopath.

I wonder what I am exactly. I feel like I have to be one of these; with everything that’s going on in my head, I think there has to be something there which is the origin for it all.

I’d have to say that I think myself more sociopathic than psychopathic, but not by much. Then again, a psychiatrist might know more about me than I would. I’ve got no clue who I am anymore. Kaya or Cat. Human or…something weird.

I’m probably just plain old insane.

And for now, that’s okay.

Time to chill out now. I should take a break from scary stuff.

Mad Cat.