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A wild Venipede raided our food stocks. Kyurem personally escorted her from the house.
I'm so, so glad pokémon insects are nothing like the creatures I remember from my old life. I'd rather fight the Deity and risk dying a second death than hunt down a flying cockroach attracted to a home's poor...
Eugh...
- Colanda Achroma
RAIN WORLD PEEPS I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS TO SHARE ABOUT A GREEN CAT
Spoilers for the ENTIRE Saint and the endings for the rest of the Scugs campaigns below, also long watchout.
So we all know how Saint is an echo and how we all agree that the want to ascend others is what we saw in its campagin, but how did it get stuck in the first place because I highly doubt it started wanting to ascend other creatures across of all future time, plus why doesn't it carry over its powers?
The Hypothesis of Saints Past
Unlike most Slugcats, Saint has no Scug family or friends to speak of or memory of and no connection to any Iterator, most likely "born" with its powers. (To those of the "Saint is made by Sliver" truthers gang (same), we have no other base than Sliver is dead and Saint is able to ascend Iterators. I think any Iterator that made a triple affirmative into an animal would wipe its memory of them because that connection could stop them from doing their job properly). This most likely caused a great loneliness in Saint, and assuming that Saint started off from "birth" with its powers it also likely had knowledge from other echoes about what ascension might bring, which is heavily implied to be some form of afterlife (there has to be more than 6 egotisitcs from Ancient civilization). For Survivor and Monk it was reunion with each other and their family, with Hunter it was reunion with its creator, even Artificer who doesn't succeed in ascension due to genocided got to see its kids.
With this I think Saint want to Ascend so badly that I was bound by that desire. Sidenote: I am believe that Rain World Ascension works very similarily to Buddhism and that any want you do not let go of will tie you and not let you reach Nirvana (in Rain World Ascension). Now, the question of the ancients, they want to ascend really bad right? No. They wanted to die. They didn't care what waited for them after, they were of the opinion "anything else is better than this". So now 2
2. Proof
Example A. BUGS
Saint does NOT LIKE eating bugs, however you can force feed Saint bugs, and what happens? Saint seizies. This however is unusal behavior. Usually slugcats know what they can and cannot eat and will not let you force feed them harmful things, shaking their heads no when you press to eat, so why does Saint? Because Saint isn't seizing, it is throwing up. Cats unlike rats have a gag reflect for posion, but if was bad enough to make Saint sick shouldn't Saint follow the lead of the others and just not eat it? Because bugs don't make Saint sick, this point will be further covered in...
Example B. EVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGE, WHO'S THAT? - SAINT
With the snow and cold being here, what is the evolutionary advantage is there to being a vegan? There was one for Rivulet because of the quick rain, plants would be more plentiful and animal + insects less, however in a snow covered world it just doesn't make sense. Meat would be the primary source of nutritions, insects maybe, frUIT????? SEEDS?????? Theres no point, the plants made for Rain are dying (popcorn plant), are dead (lilypuck), or extremely localized to a reigion(gooieduck).
Example B2. PASSAGE, ACHIEVEMENT, SAINT
A lot of people like to assume that the passage with the corrsponding name relate to the slugcat, everyone knows how to get the Saint passage right? No? You have to starve, this is a mini point because...
Example C. EAT THE GRAVEL, DRINK THE TEA
Both Moon and Pebbles speak on how the Ancient's thought they could ascened through eating gravel, drinking tea, and starvation. And after the echos were discovered was thought to be needed by some. Saint is doing the same behavior, denying itself the easiest route of survival by eating insects and instead trying to survive off of plants than make other creatures suffer. Thus in Saint's eyes it would be better to starve then to eat a bug, least Saint be brought down by an act of violence against another creature in an act of survival and gulttony.
Example D1CK. HELL PULLS NO PUNCHES, HEAVEN ACCEPTS NO CREDIT CARDS
So, while I understand it was more of a joke here is a statement from the devs about why, when forced Slugpup spawn is on in a Saint campagin there is a 100% chance of one in Rubicon:
However, Slugpups in hell could also be torment for Saint; "Here is the connection you crave so desperately you'd die for it." In a place where ANYTHING can kill the pup. It's hell. That is why I am also mixing with the point that the reason Saint keep ascending other beings is because it assumes that ascending others, espcially those that want to be *cough* Iterators *cough* would get Saint enough "good" Karma to ascend, yet no matter how many or how few things you ascend as Saint, it never gets to. This is because ascending others has become another want that ties Saint down. You can't hurt others more than taking choice away from them assuming your doing the best thing for them without asking. Also if you ascend both Moon and Pebbles, they get to see each other as they never have before. They could have been put in separate room and referenced that they could feel each other while also saying their ascended alone dialogue, but they aren't. They have each other, and Rubicon makes sure Saint see's this before it leaves
Example E. THEMES? IN MY FUNNY PAIN SIMULATOR? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU'D THINK
There are themes and inspriations from Buddihism that I've glossed over, but there are also a few from Christian. For one, there are the first six Karmic desires 1 violence, 2 lust, 3 companionship, 4 gulttony, 5 survival. Most of these have ties to seven deadly sins in christian mythos. Thus, I would like to pose a theme for the funny pain simulator: "Those that wish for Heaven, will find a self-made Hell waiting instead." Why? For both Iterators and Ancients they wished for an end, any. Yet it only found them through luck. It was luck that the Ancients drilled into the void and it was luck that Saint came for Five Pebbles and Looks to the Moon. Saint has only wished for an end, and it went into the void sea with this mindset. Now it is stuck, stuck staring at the tenth karmic symbol, the symbol for ascension, and the symbol for the desire of ascension for the self and others. Because it became an echo at some point, I don't think the campagin we play is Saint first run through the cycle, as it doesn't wake with its powers and even without eating a neuron Saint can see Void Spawn, something it is stripped of through the void and get back through echos.
Rebuttal(s)
Wouldn't want of compaionship stick Saint at karma 3 instead of being at a natural 10 with its powers?
I believe the void sea put a lock on Saint's powers, I think before Saints first attempt at ascension Saint's powers could be accessed at any karma level, as they are once you unlock them.
Then why does Monk and Survivor get to ascend even though they want campaginionship?
Excluding Saint, all slugcat have to be told about the void by Iterators. Those Iterators don't know about the afterlife, thus any time you ascend as a slugcat, the slugcat is probably expect a death that ends in nothingness, not reunion, completing the ascension as whatever slugcat you play as lets go of its karmic desires.
Conclusion
Saint is a lonely cat that is way more tragic why you attempt to analyize the poor thing, stuck suffering in a cycle of its own make, forever seeing itself grant others what it longs for, forever going into Rubicon and seeing a reunion of siblings separated by selfness and kindness. In Pebbles (ascended alone) words:
" An aberrant cycle twisting... spiraling onward into the abyss. What a horrifying destiny [its] found."
Here some whump. its been drifting in my google docs for a while, but here
its part of a larger series but won't be on tumblr
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I lay on my back, reading the book Doctor Harland had just given me. I liked it thus far.
He kneeled next to me, petting my stomach while he hooked me up to some kind of machine. I dropped the book, remembering the page number, and I found myself unable to move.
“It’ll be over in a minute,” he whispered. I didn’t respond as my brain went foggy and I closed my eyes.
He bashed me in the side of the face, and my eyes flew open.
I stared at him, and he said, “Begin test number G-1-7-8-8,”
My muscles tensed and I went numb as something inserted itself in both sides of my neck and my muscles spasmed and I thrashed abou-
—
I came to with my muscles stiff.
“Test failed,” Doctor Harland remarked. “We need to deal with the epilepsy,”
He fastened an oxygen mask over my face and put an IV in my skin.
“We’ll feed you tonight, ‘kay? Just sleep off th-,”
Darkness.
—
I opened my eyes in my bed, and Doctor Harland entered a few minutes later.
“Sit up,” he ordered. I obeyed, and he handed me my book again.
“I’ll get you a treat for sitting quietly and letting us test our new device on you,”
I didn’t respond, immersed in the book’s world. It was about a girl who discovered she was the daughter of King Oberon from ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. Doctor Harland said he would get me the rest of the series after giving me a modern translation of the play so I could better understand it.
He held out something that smelled sweet and I took it, then ate it, my tail wagging happily.
He pet my head and I purred.
“One-two-seven-three, any strange feelings?” He asked.
“No,” I chirped.
“Good. Good. Nausea? Tiredness? Breathing normally?”
He checked my heart rate and breathing for any abnormalities.
“Normal. Okay. Darling little test subject, we’re going to try and treat the illness that made this test fail. We’re going to cure it,”
“What illness?” I asked.
“You- have a reaction to certain things, and it causes you to stop existing for a minute, meaning we can’t do certain tests. We try to treat it and you don’t respond to medications, so we need to cut it out,”
I felt something cold on my wrist and whimpered, “No, not again, don’t look at my brain- please!”
“What? No. The procedure requires you to be awake or you’ll die, we’ve already tested it, and it’s painful. We’d give you painkillers, but that’s unsafe until after,”
I shuddered and hissed when he brought his hand to my tail. I tried to bite him as he tied it under the bed and shackled my other three wrists and my ankles to the bed.
“Please! NO!”
“It’ll all be over soon,”
He called for Doctor Fletcher and Doctor Amatris. Doctor Amatris held my chest down and Doctor Fletcher attached electrodes to my skull, and I felt like I exploded a few minutes later. I shrieked and thrashed around, when I heard something snap.
“Oh shit!” Doctor Amatris shouted.
I felt the pain dull a bit, and Doctor Harland whispered, “Its over, you’re going to have morphine tablets now,”
“Okay,” I mumbled before changing form to my more human self and laying back, my forehead caked with sweat. They undid the shackles, and Doctor Amatris took my hand in hers and the trio set my leg in a splint.
I cried out and whimpered, “Hurts,” when Doctor Fletcher shoved a capsule into my mouth and held my lips shut until I swallowed, then gave me water.
I rolled to my side and shivered, still in deep pain. I started crying and Doctor Harland sat me up and started hand feeding me between each sob. It was cold, barely seasoned chicken, like always.
When I was done, I dove under the bed, where it was calmest, no one trying to talk to me, even though it was dark.
“One-two-seven-three, don’t be like that,” Doctor Fletcher said. “Do you want to undo all the progress in training out that habit?”
I hissed at him and swatted at his ankles, then curled into a ball and continued crying into my fur.
Doctor Amatris kneeled in front of me and held out her hand. I didn’t take it. She very gently petted the fluff on my neck, and I continued sobbing, though it made me feel a bit better.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “The pain’s over now,”
She very slowly pulled me out, as though acclimating a fish from one tank to another. At one point I had a couple fish and a snail, and in a rage, Doctor Harland smashed the tank, killing all three of them. I cried for weeks after that, as at that point, I’d been taking care of them for four years.
“There, how do you feel?”
“Hurts,” I croaked, my voice raw. It felt like the color red to speak.
She lifted me and set me back on the bed, tucked me in like a mother would her child, and kissed me on where my forehead would be, and when she left, Doctor Harland inserted an IV into my skin. She wasn’t allowed to see it, for some reason, I wasn’t even sure if she knew.
I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
—
What was supposed to be a dreamless sleep became a nightmare, one where I was playing with a child, and we were about the same height. It was all flashing lights and pain and fear when someone grabbed me, and-
I woke up, screaming for someone whose name I didn’t remember. The IV had broken.
I took off my oxygen mask and sobbed in the dark. Normally Doctor Harland stayed to make sure I felt safe at night, it was too dark for me. I wished I had control of my lights, but past lights-out, they couldn’t be turned on unless Doctor Harland or someone else swiped a keycard.
I heard rapid footsteps, and a woman in a dark blue uniform with a thick black stick and a big spiky club opened the door, then said into a strange black box, “False alarm. One of them woke up, over,”
A garbled voice came from the box, “How?”
“Its IV looks broken,”
“Which one?”
She stepped back and looked at the sign that said my room number with a beam of light that came from a black stick.
I ran over and took the lightstick after a bit of back and forth, then clicked the button on and off as she said, “It just took my flashlight,”
I called, “Room 5-6-6 B!” and went back to playing with the ‘flashlight’, then grabbed my book and started reading with the concentrated beam of light.
The woman repeated the room number I gave her and said, “I’m gonna need back-up to get it back into bed, its strong,”
I got under my bed and continued reading, until someone else in a dark blue uniform grabbed me and bashed me with a spike on their club. I dropped the ‘flashlight’ and-
-
I came to with my upper wrists shackled to my bed’s headboard and my entire body numb.
“Okay, so, two hundred million watts can cause seizures. Duly noted,” the one who’d hit me with the spike muttered.
“Seizure? Watt?” I parroted, trying to get feeling back in my tongue. “Why’d you do that?”
“Holy shit it talks,” the woman said.
“Yes I talk, why wouldn’t I talk? Also, I’m not an it, I’m- I’m a girl,”
“Someone get one of the night shift doctors,” the woman ordered. Another person left the room.
“It’s dark!” I complained.
The woman groaned and said, “Deal with it, how old are you, seven, eight?”
“Thirteen, fourteen in four months and two days,”
“How are you that old? Why haven’t you committed suicide yet?” the man asked.
“Suicide?” I’d parroted. I knew what it met at a base level, but in books they always said it in association with a stupid battle plan.
“You know, killing yo-”
“I know what it means, I just thought it only went with wars?”
“What?”
“In books,” I chirped. I motioned to one that said it, then said the page number.
“Oh-kaaay, you can read,”
“Isn’t that normal? Well except illiteracy rates in fantasy places, but isn’t it normal now?”
The man who’d left returned with Doctor Amatris.
“One-two-seven-three, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“I had a nightmare,” I replied.
“Come here,”
“I can’t,”
She took a key from one of the security guards and unlocked my manacles, then lifted me into her arms, though it was much more awkward than when I was little, considering I was about as big as her now.
I laid my chin on her shoulder, and she carried me away, off to another room, this one with more light.
“We oughta get you a nightlight,”
“Nightlight?” I parroted. “What’s that?”
“Its a little light that plugs into a wall and makes the room brighter,”
She unhooked a little square that glowed blue until it exited the wall, “Normally they come in fun shapes, but until I go shopping tomorrow, we can use this one. I’ll get a bunch of them and let you pick them out, okay?”
“Okay,” I chirped.
She carried me back to my room and lay me on my bed, and I grabbed her arm and whimpered, “Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone,”
“I have to go back to work,”
“I’m scared,” I whimpered.
She turned back around and fastened my oxygen mask on my mouth and nose.
“You’ll be fine. And if you wake up again, I’ll come back and keep you company ‘til you fall asleep again. Now close your eyes, goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite,”
“What’s a bed bug?”
“You don’t want to know,”
She shuddered and tucked me in, then kneeled next to me and rubbed my forehead to calm me. But sleep would be a long time coming. I didn’t fall asleep until all the lights turned back on.
Day 6 Bugs
Never cleaning again I found bugs, cups full of mold, drinks full of mold I've been sipping on and had to throw sm away which is so bad for my hoarder brain