if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know
a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day
You play as a dumbass that stays up all night watching murder myseties, and your companion is your equally stupid dog that decides he wants to go out at 2AM, on a literally dark and stormy night in a only-sort-of euclidian suburban neighborhood that backs up into The Mountains. Your Dog has better sensory perception than you, but terrible judgment, and you have at your disposal:
Flashlight that apparently only works for 45 seconds at a time and needs 3 minutes to recharge
Cell Phone (12% battery)
$6 folding knife you got at walmart for opening boxes, and that you have no training with
Bear Mace. Might be expired. Might explode if used.
On your walk through the neighborhood you’ll meet such lovely NPCs as:
Random guy in shorts wandering between the houses looking for “My girlfriend, Kristin, she drives a black honda”
white utility van with no front lisence plate and a broken headlight that’s apparently circling the neighborhood
Karen, drunk crying on her front porch. At 10 PM, that’s not unusual but it’s 2AM and 24 degrees out. She threw a shoe at you last time you asked what was wrong.
The on-and-off sound of someone jogging on the next street over but that stops right before the jogger should come in view. The longer you play, the closer they get before stopping.
Rodger’s large and aggressive bloodhound, roaming the neighborhood
Something with glowing eyes at the end of the hiking road. It might be a deer, but it’s awfully tall.
Enjoy such engaging enviornmental effects as:
Coyote noises!
Shit, those aren’t coyote noises at all!
All the lights are on in every single room in that one house with the rowdy kids, but absolutely nobody is home and it’s kind of a mess
another neighbor has his front door hanging open
a black honda that might belong to “Kristin”, parked half way on a curb right beside the (flooded) creek
Loud wind!
and by consequence, every goddamn creepy-ass windchime clattering around and deafening you!
tumbleweeds that look like wild animals or people in your peripheral vison!
Is that the fox screaming or a child being murdered? Who knows! Not you, unless you want to spend more time out here investigating!
Anyway, I just had a terrific time taking the dog out and salting my doors, happy Firday the fucking thirteenth everyone!
do you think this is what lovecraft meant whenever he described something as being beyond description
“It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.”
— H. P. Lovecraft,
At the Mountains of Madness
This.. actually makes a fine reference to what a lovecraftian eldritch abomination SHOULD BE. not just.. tentacles and darkness. Perpetually changing, not cemented in form, with an otherworldly feel to it. Completely unrecognizable by most human descriptions, and only able to be viable perceived by those fine enough to be an adept wordsmith.
Can I just say–I love that every Kylo Ren cosplayer I’ve ever seen (at least on tumblr) is down to be fake-punched, lose light saber battles, or pretend to be tossed into the garbage.
Like…..none of the ones I’ve seen take themselves too seriously.
These are the Drukpa Buddhist nuns. After the April 25, 2015 earthquake in Nepal, they stayed in devastated areas and helped clear rubble, and provide food and shelter.
This nunnery was inspired to train in kung fu by female martial artists from Vietnam. These nuns defy tradition for Buddhist nuns and eschew domestic work in the service of monks for community service, education and activism.
