neutral ending (ending 1 of 2) - cricket!

"In a world of warriors wielding mythical swords, black mages casting world shattering spells, and white mages healing even the most fatal wounds, there stands the red mage. This jack of all trades has some moderate training in most aspects of adventuring. While certainly convenient, it will never be as impressive as the masterful feats performed by other adventurers. 

So to all my fellow red mages out there: steele yourselves. It may seem like a crazy world out there. It may seem like a losing war. But when someone needs a lock picked, they’ll call you. When someone needs an insect identified, they’ll call you. When someone needs advice on how to disinfect a stick and poke they’ll call you. You have worth, and I wish you could see it as much as I do."
– Cricket!



LYRICS

I cast the spell of Fireball
And burnt my stupid eyebrows off
And left myself with only nine HP
And I tried to heal the damage done but got my wand stuck in the mud
My strength roll won't pass that massive DC

I’m an expert on so many little things
And I have got so many useless skill proficiencies
The fighter, and the wizard, and the cleric all make fun behind my back 'cuz charisma’s my highest stat

I’m a Red Mage in a way that’s fun
Amateur skill, master of none, a sight for those who don't know anything
And I lose my passion so quickly
In things that I thought interest me
It’s hard to even put it in writing

I’ll feed you poison, but not enough to kill you
And then I’ll heal you, but not enough to save you
And then I’ll hurt you, but not enough to make you leave
Oh, I can’t even fuck up explosively

I tried to fill the holes we got, be adaptive, fix our team comp
It turns out that there’s not a lot to fix
I think I’m finally realizing the world would still work without me
I’m just an overrated bag of tricks

So I’ll train the skills I think are neat
My nature, cooking, lock picking
A plus-one filling every single box
So I can’t banish a demon lord or facedown 15 thousand orcs
But I can open any standard lock

Now the dragon’s started crawling out its lair
And I’ve only got my pyromancy spells prepared
My sword play’s underleveled and I’ve fallen to my knees
I don’t have a skill but I still got the cheese
And I’ll save the world 'cuz its fate lies with me

Slaying monsters is my passion
So I’ll use my bonus action
Poison-coat my jagged knife
As I quickly extinguish your stupid life

I’ll feed you poison, but not enough to kill you (Slaying monsters is my passion)
And when I heal you, it’s not enough to save you (So I’ll use my bonus action)
And if I hurt you it’s not enough to make you bleed (Poison-coat my jagged knife)
Oh, I can’t even fuck up explosively (As I quickly extinguish your stupid life)
I said I can't even fuck up explosively!

red mage - cricket!

pothole - cricket!

"Grinding against the social norms of the world is not an easy thing to do, especially when you have know it all pseudo intellectuals spewing utter nonsense in your ear around every corner. 

Being a hateful mouth breathing loser is one thing, but pretending your hate is based on scientific research is another level of dumb. Backwards semi-understood utilitarian thinking is one of the stupidest things to believe in our world today. Any system of ethics that doesn’t favor compassion is ridiculous at best and fascist at worst. People will use any excuse in the book to keep their hate filled mindsets intact. I mean have you ever heard of having actual human decency? Ever hear about compassion? Just being fucking nice? 

Everywhere you look people are scared of having their way of life changed, and instead of being open minded to the times that are a-changing they turn to echo chambers, debate influencers, and at worst: literal conspiracy theories."
– Cricket!



LYRICS

(One, two, three, four!)

Cutting off the subtlety, who needs it anyways?
My logic will keep me safe until the end of days
Cut him up, ripped out his eyes
Prepared him to be crucified
If everything turns out my way, then we just might survive

'Cuz you're a big, strong man, a thinker and a saint
You've got big, big plans to justify your hate
You're a phony and a pessimist, a far cry from a scientist
You'll jump through hoops to justify the loss of human life

You've got a new trolley problem that'll put us to the test
And a modern-day interpretation of the fate of Sisyphus
Your blood is formed from your echo chamber corner of the internet
A walking Frankensteined amalgam, human Ship of Theseus

Exceptions to everything on the list
"You can't be yourself, come on, think of the kids!"
Accessories born to a life of war crimes
Through logic, we'll find you should take your own life

You're not playing devil's advocate, you're simply just
An attention-starved contrarian that's overwhelmed with lust!
I guess you're not an evil person, you're just misunderstood
And all the poverty and misery is for the greater good

It's nihilism, stoicism that controls your thoughts
Well, it would be if you understood the concepts that you flaunt
I don't think I'm making progress, I don't think I'll change your mind
So by your own logic it'd be better if you died

(One, two, three, four!)

You've got a new trolley problem that was never really fair
It's not subjective analytics that you never really cared
You're an idiot, a liar, a stupid fucking loser
And a poster boy to subject for the likes of Dunning-Kruger

You claim it's possible, not probable, to get under your skin
That's because you see communities as just a game to win
The means of production can't be seized through automatics
I don't need a lecture on the benefits of new eugenics

If morality is subjective by its own definition
I guess it's fine that we shoot at any sign of opposition
"Please, don't blame me! I was just following orders!
I was told to kill and maim anyone looking at the border!"

Someday you'll reap the seeds you sow, when you find yourself alone
Clean the glass walls of your home, then go back to throwing stones
When the world begins to shatter, when your rhetoric doesn't matter
When we reconstruct the ladder, hold the tongue of empty chatter
Not a game of "Would you rather", does that fit into your planner?

(God, you really believe all of that, don't you? Oh, boy...)

(One, two, three, four)

Through the uncanny valley, standing on a box of soap
And a cliff-hanging finale complete with 50 feet of rope
You're debating undergrads who are just scared of being shot
Your little questions aren't that clever, you're just an annoying little fuck

You claim that it's a "free country", citing freedom of speech
Yet complain the game is rigged when you even hear the word "impeach"
If your crusade is so righteous, and you can put me in my place
Prove to me, you're not a coward and just say it to my face

trolley problem - cricket!

"Sometimes the best lessons you can learn in life is to be relentlessly pummeled into the concrete ground. But like Mick Foley who was thrown off Hell in a cell and plummeted 16 feet through the announce table, you got back up and keep fucking fighting. 

Sometimes you need to be slammed through the top of a cage, survive only due to a botched chokeslam, got your teeth knocked up into your nose, then continue to fight the 7' tall undead monster for 10 more minutes. Sometimes losing IS winning. (figure out your own fridge magnet quote idk this shit is hard.)"
–Cricket!



LYRICS

I think it's time we grab the medic, I never really was all that athletic
But I did the math, I thought that I could make the jump
Don't you know that you'll never be enough?
Don't you know that I always get back up?
Don't you know I don't want anything else but this?

You think a 25 foot leap is gonna keep me down for three?
I don't think you know who you're messing with
You think 150 tacks are gonna keep me on my back?
I don't think you know who you're messing with

Covered in my own blood, smelling my own teeth
I do it for the crowd, no, I do it all for me
I do it all my life, I do it for Mankind
Do it for mankind

I think it's time we get to business, I swear that it'll only take a minute
Maybe I'm a jobber and I'll never not get squashed
Don't you know that you'll never be enough?
Don't you know that I like getting fucked up?
Don't you know I worked my ass off to get here?

You think a sharp barbed wire bat is gonna keep me on my back?
I don't think you know who you're messing with
Diving through a flaming table is nothing less than fatal
I don't think you know who you're messing with
So I'll get buried alive, yet somehow never die
I don't think you know who you're messing with
Lose my fucking teeth, but get back on my feet
I don't think you know who you're messing with
Tear off half my ear, but I'm still standing here
I don't think you know who you're messing with

Covered in my own blood, smelling my own teeth
I do it for the crowd, no, I do it all for me
I'll do it all my life, I do it for my wife
I do it for the cheers, no I do it for the tears
Cause I still got the stones, I'll do it for my bones
I do it for a living, and I do it for a home
I'll do it all my life

I do it for mankind
I do it for mankind
I do it for mankind
I do it for mankind

(Have a nice day!)

mandible claw - cricket!

true ending (ending 2 of 2) - cricket!

"This song was written for the plain fact that learning something new (especially the physical sciences) can be extremely fucking difficult. When you are someone who cruised through education with little to no difficulty it is brutally eye opening when you hit a roadblock. When you go through life with no struggle even the most minor inconvenience can make you want to rip your own face off and stomp on it until the sun rises. 

This song is about chemistry and drugs but it’s also about feeling you’ll never be able to succeed. That every victory is a coincidence and every mistake is the end of the world. You may want to give up, because “why should I need help? I never needed it before!?” Throwing logic to the side to rage at the world."
– Cricket!



LYRICS

Break your neck, snap it back, get attacked by swarms of rats
Eat a bullet, hold your breath, watch your skin turn blue and black
Slit your throat, watch the blood squirt, write about how much it all hurt
Or I guess just sit and wallow, stare at screens until tomorrow

You will never (ever!) get a chance to breath
And you'll never (ever!) learn what this all means
You'll never (ever!) get to sever pain and death 'cuz it's forever
Wake up, fuck the maze, just eat the cheese

5-hydroxytryptamine alone is not enough for me
I'm too reactive (split the acid!) choking on all the chlorine
The inorganic metals in my heart will start to oxidize
My blood has turned to rust (I wanna run) I wanna fuckin' die

Basking in glory 'cuz nobody knows
They only see the highs 'cuz I cut out the lows!
Acetylcholine martini, let's turn up the violence
Don't trust your God when you can trust in science!

Break your neck, snap it back, test out three needles of crack
Write a poem about sex, and don't worry about the side effects!
Accept the truth you always knew, you're too far in and too confused
What would Mendeleev think? You're feelin' sorry for yourself

You will never (ever!) get a chance to breath
And you'll never (ever!) learn what this all means
You'll never (ever!) get to sever pain and death 'cuz it's forever
Wake up, fuck the maze, just eat the cheese

But the carbocation formation research and funding foundation
Found that fuckin' around will need a step of dehydrogenation
Listen, 'cuz I won't repeat: electronegativity is key
But holy shit, I wanna fuckin' go to sleep

One, add sodium hydroxide to solution
Two, add your favorite aprotic halide reagent
Three, recrystallize to product purity
Vacuum filter and scrape out your trimethylbenzene

Once in a while, the data will follow
A positive trend leading to victory!
Too much to swallow leaves you feeling hollow
You'll throw in the towel and give me the keys!

Once in a while, the data will follow
A negative trend, and you'll kick and you'll scream
Too much to swallow, but you'll still OD on
3,4-dihydroxyphenethylamine!

simple science - cricket!

"Ever wonder what happened to the internet? Wondered why every creator you used to love seems so vacant and emotionless? I believe it has to do with the fact that the wild west we once knew has been paved over by massive corporations and prideless sociopaths who will take their money no questions asked. Everyone has to have the hottest takes, wildest reactions, and mind boggling stunts to make any impact. 

We used to make fun of money grabbing pogging youtubers. You used to be shamed for scamming people and wasting their time. Now the sanctuary for the weird and outcast has been taken over by the same people that were dying to avoid us. Why are we doing prank videos again? I’m not listening to you interview a well documented TERF. Go fuck yourself, moron."
– Cricket!



LYRICS

(Alright. One, two, three, four)

Have you heard this one, it's a new sensation
By those two guys with rape allegations
They're back online, and starting a new podcast

Where they shill their merch like it's an indulgence
And spend an hour on racist tangents
With age demographics in the single digits

But anything is good enough for content
Use obnoxious bright red circles so they'll watch it
Anything to fill your motherfucking empty pockets
I'd say see you in hell, but I forgot to ring the bell


Now I refuse to name any of these people
Cause that would give them the excuse to use
This song to fuel a fucking two hour podcast

Where they go in circles repeating nothing
And stupid kids go and watch it blindly
And think "Wow, its so cool to be so mean and edgy!"

But anything is good enough for content
As you preach to kids you don't believe in consent
Anything to fill your motherfucking empty pockets
I'd say see you in hell, but I forgot to ring the bell

You sold your soul
(Sold your fucking soul)

Do you really think I hadn't noticed all the hate and trauma?
Your ignorant self indulgent lifestyle only spreads the mess of kids who think they're smart enough to not get sucked into your pipeline
But, I know you're addicted to those lies!

You'll cry and whine on screen
And never take accountability!
This isn't slick trickery
There's no sigma grindset, just slavery!

The world is run by fakes and assholes
Who think that if you weren't born
Into a picture perfect home then
You deserve to die alone
They want you feeling like your worthless
Blindly fund who you're a fan of
Take your life in your own hands
You aren't immune to propaganda!

You sold your soul
(Sold your fucking soul)

Now, if a 15 year old troll can prove you have no soul
I guess its all money and looks, and you still can't name 10 books
If a 15 year old troll can prove you have no soul
I guess its all money and looks, and you still can't name 10 books
If a 15 year old troll can prove you have no soul
I guess its all money and looks, and you still can't name 10 books
If a 15 year old troll can prove you have no soul
I guess its all money and looks, and you still can't name 10 books!

name 10 books - cricket!

self sufficient - cricket!

"It continues to amaze my how fickle the world has become. Popularity and fame are as fleeting as a firework. Over the last decade we get an inside look and learned just how downright awful a lot of these people are. Many put on a mask of decency while pushing messages of positivity so that people will buy their protein powder or whatever the fuck~

I feel awful when I do any sort of promotion. I don’t want people to think they need to buy merch, or they aren’t a good fan. I don’t want to be put on a pedestal and treated like an otherworldly being. But I would like to make a living. Is it fair to make money off my art when those that relate to it the most are barely scraping by? Does this all feel worth it to you?"
– Cricket!



LYRICS

I hate the player and the game
Cause nothing ever stays the same
Well, who am I to point the blame? I do it everyday

Narcissistic pessimism
Self inflicted cataclysm
I memorized the catechism, so we should be fine

I hope that we might all get better soon
Or else they'll try to terraform the moon
I hope that this doesn't come off as rude
But you don't need another photoshoot

They say the world's a scary, fucked up place
They'll break your legs when you complain
Buy my merch and send me gifts
Subscribe to all my fucking shit
If you're not losing, I'm not eating

I am the player and the game
Electrify, assassinate
Assimilating with your hate
Cause that'll never change

Calculated media
Hell's encyclopedia
Flashy colors, higher numbers
Wrapped around my thumb

I hope that we might all get better soon
Cause this post isn't giving me enough views
When the fame dies out, I guess that I'll die too
Entry level job interview on Zoom

They say the world's a scary, fucked up place
They'll break your legs when you complain
Buy my merch and send me gifts
Subscribe to all my fucking shit
If you're not losing, I'm not eating


I'm not the player or the game
I'm not one to evacuate
I've seen the future, lived the past
I don't think it'll ever pass

I know that big top carnie crap
You think that I would fall for that?
I refuse to ever suck up
I think it's cute you think you're tough

The numbers, numbers prove your worth
Greatest on the planet earth
King of all the punks and mods
Bow down to your fucking god

Check on me when you wake up
Don't sleep on me, it's not enough
Listen up, I'll make you better
Burn that ugly knitted sweater

I control your minds
Your filthy, stupid lives
Never tell you lies
Smile and comply

the player and the game - cricket!

replica sword - cricket!

"On the first date with my partner they kept telling me about how they wished they could visit “home”. For them home was Phoenix, Arizona. I thought was deeply moving since they had been living in Chicago for 5 years at that point, yet still saw Arizona as “home”. It got me thinking about what “home” truly is and what it meant to me. Eventually, I think I figured it out. 

For me there is nothing more fun than a DIY punk show. The energy, the comradery, the art, the music, all of it sends shivers up my spine. I can’t express how much I love playing my music for strangers in a foreign place, seeing faces light up, watching punks dance to my acoustic guitar, meeting people, and feeling like I belong. When I’m at a show with my people, that’s when I’m truly home."
– Cricket!



LYRICS

If home is where the heart is, I guess you're barely ever home
Because home for you is 400 miles west of El Paso
I guess your situation ain't that bad holding up in Chicago
But it certainly ain't home

If home is where the heart is, maybe you and I should go
See an Arizona winter, hopefully this year it snows
You're a desert girl in a crowded world and you just regained control
And you’d rather just stay home
Rather just stay home

(Two, three, four)

If home is where the heart is, I gotta get out of Chicago
Pack my bags, grab all my friends, and fuckin' hit the road
Everyday would be a party with lemonade and punk rock shows
And I’d finally be home
Finally be home
I'd finally be! Home
I'd finally be! Home
I'd finally be home

frunchroom - cricket!

old and redone 👀 getting the actual description hang on vro

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song by cricket!theguy !! i dont own this but its not on soundcloud so im putting it here



LYRICS

You wanna spread the flame
Get the blood off of your name
Live your life and forget all of this shit
Well, we fought this before
And we'll fight it once more
Do you really think that you're so innocent?

You'd think that I'd be sick of this, the ignorance and bliss
That I'd wanna start gouging my eyes
Well, now more than ever, we face it together
It's a blessing and a curse to be alive

Woah, I don't really know
What tomorrow will bring, will you break the machine
Just to protect your glass moral code?
Woah, I don't wanna know
What you think is the bloat, rip out each other's throats
I don't wanna hear about your new scapegoat

When the fire starts to burn
Think of all the things you've learned
Use your brain 'cuz maybe it's just all bad luck
Trust your gut, take the leap
Try to land on your feet
And if you don't, then you get the fuck back up

And there's no time for playing or pissing around
Lick your wounds, then get back to the game
They want you to quit, call you a hypocrite
And make you forget you know how to rage

Woah, I don't really know
What tomorrow will bring, what this world even means
Why you fake having a moral code
Woah, I don't wanna know
Paralyzed from the smoke, terrified you'll be choked
I don't wanna hear about your new scapegoat

Eyes burning, dripping, yellow fluid in your lungs
It blackens your throat with the heat of the sun
Signs are dropped as bodies follow
Everyone else threw in the towel

Feet stomping, cracking, as your ears continue ringing
You look to the sky and see angels singing
Taste the concrete as you reach out your hand
An early death was always the plan

How can I continue the show
When it's a crime to even know?
When it's a crime to break the mold?
This bloody circle's getting old

Every four fucking years, they spin the wheel of fear
Choose a different country, color, or creed
And they fall for it, so what's the point of the polls?
To pick your favorite conduit of greed?

So much for land of the free, 'cuz if you're not like me
You'll be shot and then stripped of your name
I don't wanna go to Mars, or own a self-driving car
I want my friends and family to know they're safe

I believe in the morality of man
And I believe in a greater community
I don't believe that our politicians care
No matter how much you chant their fucking names

I believe that I will help my fellow man
I believe that if he can, he will help me
I don't believe in your false idols or your heirs
No matter how they choose to point the blame

I believe in the morality of man
I believe in a greater community
I don't believe that our politicians care
No matter how much you chant their fucking names

I believe that I will help my fellow man
I believe that if he can, he will help me
I don't believe in your false idols or your heirs
No matter how they choose to point the blame

(Hey!)

scapegoat - cricket!

they/he/any

just uploading music that isnt here 👀 lol

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