ifykyk [prod. jxsie beats]

My Blood is Toxic ASF RN [prod. poubell]

Nervous [prod. POPPA]

U Suck [prod. reytee]

Embers (ft. Heartmoor, pêro)

Bruised & Bloody

Dead Bitch

[ A path of literal fire and brimstone is not a typical suburban driveway by any means, but nothing is typical when the world is powered by Oil and avarice. The shared residence of Mike and Princess lays just ahead of the Heretics, and as much as Spanton and Spamtina detest these two figures, sitting on the couch of the Devil is a sweeter deal than standing in his lava field. The two approach and, before they can knock, Princess violently swings the door open, mumbling something to herself in an ostensibly frustrated tone. Something about a nasty flower seller? She can barely look at the two, opting to stomp off to the left  into another room, leaving the meager Spanton to push the door closed behind him, having let Spamtina enter first. ]
[ The house… stinks. It's not the most offensive smell, but it's far from pleasant. The floors creak, the paint on the walls is chipping visibly behind the lines of roaches crawling up and down them. A silver chandelier affixed the center of the ceiling threatens to collapse from its perch and leave dents and wounds in its wake, and holes in the ceiling reveal layers of insulation. Probably asbestos, Spanton assumes, judging that the house is likely a very old construction. If this place collapsed, he and Spamtina would have a serious case against whatever body is governing building standards around here. Still, the unruly mess of cloths and miscellaneous garbarge coating the floor like the tide does the sand makes a hell of a lot better accommodation than petroleum-based hellcliffs, so any complaints are hundreds of miles from here. ]

* oh hey! you actually showed up!

[ An inviting and unusually humble voice cuts through the unhomely scenery. Spanton and Spamtina both turn their heads sharply right and peer into a doorway. ]

* you two are seriously bros.
* well, sorry. a bro and a sis.
* except i feel weird calling you that, girly. ur just a cool chick.
* either way get over here.

omfg i am NOT goin in there
#FUCKTHISSHITIMOUT

( spam,,tina, ,,give him , a ch,acne, )
( he,,s, no,,tt, exa,clty ,a, geen,tleman but,,, he,s,g, ot, someth,,ign to tell us, )

ugh
fine
only because ur doin it 2

( alr

AND NOT LIKE
LIKE YK
because ur gunna b there wit me
I MEEN LIKE LIKE
SUFFERING WIT ME

( i get it spamtina, )

OK GOOD

[ The two step cautiously into the adjacent bedroom. It is just as horrendous as the main foyer. ]

* aright bro and broette.
* now we can just hang out if ya want.
* whaddaya wanna do first?
* we could discuss how to kill the blockhead in charge.
* we could-

OMFGGG DUDE CLEAN UR ROOM >:O

( i wasn,,t go,ing to bri,,gn it, up, )
( b,ut th,is is ,, , repulsive )

[ From rooms away, the muffled yelling of an angry woman is heard. She seems to be making urgent demands to someone on the phone. It sounds like she wants someone dead. And whoever it is, she must has wanted them dead for years. This is going to be a very unpleasant stay. ]

disgusting insect room

* may i interest you in one of my more niche…
* interests?

ew? as if >:/

* great, lemme' tell you about it.
* so first of all, the king. right?
* ol madblok's gonna get your ass one way or another. you gotta bring the hell on him.
* i mean theoretically. you could try to talk him into helpin you guys escape this place.
* in fact, makin peace between yourselves, him, the people, and the oil would be like. the perfect quad vic roy.
* and would surely lead to you gettin outta here.
* but uh. he don't seem to keen on turnin back on the oils these days.

[ The room dims. ]

* i like to dabble in. a sort of mythology.
* the kind that tells of grandeur and escapism.
* this world is a slow-acting poison, and i've found my antidote in the tales of a swift and ultimate "way out".
* a fantasy as far as others are concerned, but...
* eh. anyhooch.

[ Tunnel vision... ]

* i've heard a little whisker on the wind.
* that somewhere in the dark recesses of the dark recess we call home.
* there's a chance. a will that's waiting for the right person.
* and, paradoxically, it's already here.
* this place puts anyone thru mean and nasty sacrifice.
* makes ya' think the wait ain't worth the wallowing.
* but the plucky climbers who die to the mountain would still argue otherwise.
* and i'd like to have my name in writing somewhere, even if it's just the funny pages.
* the very notion of such things has driven some peeps insane.
* heck. maybe the mad oil king's more well-versed in it's defiance than we give him credit for.

[ The world returns to focus. ]

* i gotta' hand it to ya'. the tenacity with which you trek thru this hellhole.
* is nothing short of. well.
* maybe its stupid. but i like to admire it anyway.

wow thx! #SARCASTIC #GTFO

[ Spanton grimaces, his arms lowering just slightly as he glances to his side, then back to Mike. ]

* heh. but that said.
* there's a path you can take. lined with glass and pain.
* you'll know your there when the sound of metal dragging across the floor is deafening, but your heartbeat'll drown it out.
* if you two are really the heroes you say you are.

MISLEADING TITLES | we havnt said that

* it might be worth the trouble.
* but uh. do be warned.
* i've seen a lumbering figure shuffling around in the dark down that way.
* if ya' do decide to go there and try.
* just beware of that very scary imminent death thing.
* wink.

the very notion of

[ A long-winded diatribe leaves Spanton and Spamtina somewhat changed. A renewed sense of determination fills their nostrils and bodies as they leave the house and wave fairwell. The feeling is actually kind of short-lived. Maybe Mike is just a really good orator or something. The dread sets back in pretty quickly as they face the dreary outside world. Still, they stick to their hearts and to each other. ]

hey uh
@.Spanton?

 ( y,es,,? )

what did u
make of any of that :o ?

( , )
( hm, )
( it rem,,idns, me of,, a drea,m i had,, )

rly?

( m,h,hm )

[ A low rumble. The animal breaths. ]

( i,,ve kn, own mask,, for a reall,y log,n time , )
( he has,,   isusses, )
( an,d he,s ,,doen, som,e,  ba d th,,ings, )
( but he,,,e is reall,y, smart, )

uhuh :/

( wh,a,tteevr it is,, he,s ,on about )
( i,, think, we ,e,should trust hi m, )

hm
u think so ?

( , )
( h,ey, spamti,,na ? )

yea?

( forgiv,,e me if,,thi,s is rude,, )
( ,but,, hav,,ve you,,  gottn,e nice,e,r ? )

!!! IM
im
…
im sorry
i hav been. kinda a bish havnt i? :(

[ The rumbling grows. The animal gasps. ]

( i,, i would,,n,t s,say tha

no
i have been. i kno i hav
i uh
u like. have helped me a LOT since i got here
and like. ur here 2. ur just as lost as me
but insted of bein scared or angry or confused like
well. u are thos things
u put those things aside to mak sure im ok
and u don even KNOW me

( well,, mayb,e not, before,, )
( but,, i l,,ike,, to, thi,kn  i,,      kno ,,w you, now )

:(
im sory im mean
n annoyin
n im rude n i kinda push u around
ive uh
had to put up kind of a front. my whole life

( h,,ahve you ?, )

yea
n its not ur fault
its like
bein the person i was
doin the things i did
jus bein me was always a struggle
i don wanna get into it but
i always felt like. i had 2 be all assertive n bossy 2 survive
i kno thas stupid n not true
i jus had bad company
n it made me always hav 2 think about myself befor any1 else
idrk how to stop bein those things
i kno i have 2. n im tryin
even if it doesn seem liek it

( , )

u remind me of her
so does he
everything does

( who?, )

oh
its. nothing. dw about it

( a,lright,, )

…
u can call me @.Tina

( i can, ? )

yea
i know my names kind of a mouthful :P
n i gues ur gunna be sayin it a lot if were stuck here

( i, see,, )
( w,,ell you can,, abb,e,reviate m,y name,, to you,,r conv,eeinen,ce, )

heh
u got it uh
@.Ton?
no
@.Anton?
nah
uh
@.Span
yea
:)

[ The animal coughs. ]

hey wtf is all this noise
#BUZZKILL

[ A horde of Cyclons, behind some tall rocks, run and leap in the opposite direction. They seem to be set on some sort of goal. A bizarre striped flag waves behind them, seemingly for several feet. A familiar, cumbersomely long flag. ]

oh

anew

* Uuurp!

* Hey...
* Didja know in certain worlds, if you were ta' steal, they'd lob yer hand off?

* HAH!
* Oh, an' even BETTER:
* In some others, they'd lob yer HEAD off, instead!!

* UUUURPP!!
* ...
* 'Scuze me.

* Anyway, me' point is, don't steal from me, kid.
* ...If I can even... call ya' that.

* Freak.
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by @the-c0mic-guy
Shop theme for ACT 1.
Samples Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin.
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Little guy pictured is Sticid. Littler guy pictured is Stick Lid.

015 - Aftertaste Rhapsody (Shop)

Soundtrack for an INDIE GAME PROJECT.
Inspired by LISA, OFF, Little Nightmares 1-3, and I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream.
Please don't reupload music to YOUTUBE or elsewhere without permission.
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Three-Act story about a quest to appease the storyteller, and fix a broken, corrupted world.
Themes of Family, Loss of innocence, and self awareness.

Primarily bullet hell battles, with experimental sequences and puzzles across the areas of the game.
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Applications are open if you want to do guest tracks, or join as a permanent coder/artist/musician.
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