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Okay but like...This reminds me of the Clown Motel map in Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare.

I think it was inspired by the Navada Clown Motel. Other pics show it as being blue and not red, but whatever. Clown Motel!

I miss that COD map. I gotta play it again soon.

Alright was no one going to tell me that in the middle of the Nevada desert is an old cemetery that contains the bodies of a bunch of miners who died in a fire and next door is a haunted clown motel

Why are we still setting horror movies in generic Victorian houses in the woods when this is a real place in the world

save me mitchell... mitchell save me...

time-lapse under the cut :]

happy pride month!

yes, i headcanon mitchell as transmasc non-binary, because what better way to celebrate pride month than project your gender identity onto fictional characters? /hj

also, i apologise if the progress flag is wrong, i drew this in class without access to a reference of the flag 💔

If you look in bestiaries dating prior to the late Medieval era, you will find no mention of the humble Vulture. The reason for this is simple: they were renamed shortly after the Hundred Years War, as they were the unofficial mascot of soldiers who carried a peculiar weapon into battle. Voulgers were semi-trained soldiers equipped with a voulge, which was essentially just a meat cleaver strapped to the side of a long stick. Despite its simplicity the weapon was devastatingly effective, attracting these carrion birds for miles around.

Call of Duty Advanced Warfare Dog Tag; ordered it from Powerup Rewards online Rewards Catalog

Call of Duty Advanced Warfare Billed Beanie, courtesy of GameStop PowerUp Rewards

The ship is a seed. It pushes itself out into the dark on a needlepoint of light, a shaft of lightning between so many stars. So many stars, and many, many more worlds. Dead worlds. The seed cannot grow in their rotten soils, cannot nourish its precious cargo under toxic skies. Making a world livable takes far too long and leaves the caretakers vulnerable, easily picked off from predator or circumstance.

So the seed rushes on through the night.

A long time ago, it’s destination was chosen. A blue and white world hugging a warm, yellow star. Vibrant. Beautiful. It is alien, no doubt— the gravity is heavy, the air a bit thin. A singular, lonesome, lifeless moon dutifully orbits this faraway place. But: it is alive. And that’s all that matters. Changes can be made to something already growing, already in bloom.

So the seed continues. It’s crew hibernates in cavernous interior, a sea of bodies and armor and purpose, sleeping dreamless sleep in an ocean of iron, glass. A crew of warriors and builders, planners and tacticians. Soldiers sprinkled with farmers, engineers. Deeper in the belly of the ship lie faint, pearlescent potentialities that will foster politicians and artists, zealots and masters. When all is ready, when everything is secure, they will emerge under bright, new yellow sunlight.

The machines are awake. From sprawling giants to minuscule scuttlers, they maintain the mission. Moving. Thinking. Changing. This seed has been rebuilt nearly a dozen times in its travel, streamlined and perfected, remodeled to better suit one parameter or another across impossible distance. A journey of many centuries requires such deftness, and so in their cold, beautiful way, the machines do what they must. Even now, as they draw near to a lonesome star, they prepare. Behemoth foundries sift out potential-nothings from the void, weaved and embroidered down to the atoms, into weapons and vehicles. Fortifications kilometers in size are built and grown, assembled in prefabricated pieces for ease of deployment. Silent, shining armies of star-iron await in cavernously dark hangars; ready to set foot on a new world.

The ship is a seed. A gamble. They will never see their homeworld again, never hear of its people. When the soldiers within awake and disembark, they will be alone with only themselves and their task for comfort, for direction. The mission must succeed. It must. The ship is a seed, and it sails through the dark.

Each day, among a backdrop of endless darkness and shimmering cold starlight drops, a point of light grows brighter and brighter..

I FINISHED WATCHING CODAW AND OHMYGOD. im sorry i cant stop thinking about the campaign, i loved it so much!! ♡

ive never seen anyone talk abt aw yet, or maybe im just dumb but it was SO SO GOOD!!

me to codaw bc im totally gonna hyperfixate on this campaign . . .

excuse me having a brainrot since 2am but i cant THIS CAMPAIGN WAS SO GOOD

i think ill go crazy once i run out of fanmade content to support said brainrot

advanced warfare was honestly such a good campaign. it honestly sucks that it never got as popular as the potential it had to be 😞

and IF they ever do a remaster or a reboot i js hope we get the sequel that we couldve gotten bc the og is honestly still SO SO good

my hopes are probs js false hope but i can always dream cant i?

♥︎.