





Nostos
>From the Ancient Greek νόστος: A homecoming after a long journey.
(Full resolution pages here. Probably the better way to read it, they're real big.)






>From the Ancient Greek νόστος: A homecoming after a long journey.
(Full resolution pages here. Probably the better way to read it, they're real big.)
What's that? Gotta speak up. Windshield in the way, y'see.
Didn't actually mean to do that.
...miiight be time to up my endotrisine. A little.
Be easier to just quickhack 'em, but... never gonna get tired of the sound this makes. Tearing meat, crackling bone. Nova. Nothing else like it.
...well, quiet now. Actually, some gonk over there's yelling about her broken spine or some such. No appreciation for transitory beauty. Spines get broken every day, but there's never any two same sunsets. Think she'd appreciate that more. But that's Raffen for you.
Maybe it just hit me in exactly the right mood, but facing off against the Hive the first time was one of the best examples of controllable helplessness I've ever seen. Going from "wait, they're here already?" to "they're attacking the Atlas?" to realizing I could not so much as dent it, to seeing the others begin to show up, making me outnumbered by something I couldn't even hurt one of, to "okay but they can't actually destroy the-" to "THEY ABSOLUTELY DID."
Just standing numbly in the aftermath of a ruined universe before re-iterating, terrified that I'd missed something, done something wrong, lost an opportunity to fix things. I felt powerless and tiny and scared as hell.
Absolutely fantastic. The story of this game, weird as it is, has never let me down yet, and this might be the best execution of it I've seen so far.
'course, I know you can keep a secret. Just between us chooms.
Right?
Trick is, got an EM flexor in the calves, telescopic on ceph rings. Ionizes atmo just around casing. Kicks up Van Der Waals on the tips for grip, 'course, but if you scratch the limiters and pulse 'em-...
...why'm I tellin' you this? Get your own moves, gonk. Or ask Vik about 'em. Might get commish off it!
Maelstrom, though. Gotta get flashy with 'em sometimes. Remind them there's scarier out here with them than Lillith.
Not these 'strom, obviously. Kinda... too dead.
Suppose the view's alright. Look's not bad. Something ain't clicking anyway.
It missing the orb? Gotta get an orb to get as blissed out as the big guy?
"AAAA!"
is the hand afraid of the tit, y'think? doesn't wanna be touching that tit at all?
Woke up in Raffen turf. Pants are gone. Mouth is gone. No memory of what got me here.
All pretty normal. What's gettin' to me is, where the fuck are the raffen? Dead empty. Hold this place up to your ear, you'll hear the sea.
Not losing sleep over it, 'course. No time. Gotta start walking till I get enough signal to ring Del.