On a different note, the more I play Deponia, the more Rufus reminds me of Danny. >u>”
Both have that “I don’t care what you think, I’m too big of a genius to do your stupid chores” attitude, and both end up inventing things which backfire horribly.
Lesson learned: when colouring a picture, make sure your laptop screen is in the right position, or else everything will turn out much lighter than you think it is.
It’s a blessing and a curse to see a deeper meaning in everything around me. The beauty and joy in life are enhanced, but so are the pain and sadness.
I remember our first lecture studying English Literature. We were sort of warned about that.
"BEWARE. YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO ENJOY FAIRYTALES THE SAME WAY AGAIN."
NEVER, I TELL YOU.”
"Now turn to page 14, and analyse this coca cola ad."
Is there anything they can't make all Phantom-y?
Yes. The sequel
Other fun old things dad gave me include: tracing paper, an old graph paper book he never used and assures me he never intends to, and carbon paper.
Dad gave me a bunch of really old pencils that used to belong to my grandad- one of them, a copying pencil (dad called it ‘a copia’), which is what they used to copy important documents before copying machines and permanant markers. c’:
I think what they did was write the document with that pencil, and then you put a wet tissue paper or tracing paper onto it, and the ink dye transfers there, mirrored (you’d need some sort of transparent paper to read it properly, hence tissue and tracing paper). The ink is permanent once wet, but if dry you can easily erase it with an eraser.
Tis just a funny little thing. I tried using it. The colour is so odd. I’m not sure if it’s due to age or if it’s meant to look like that, but instead of red it comes out as fuschia.
Not sure what to use it for, possibly for red lining, but at the same time I don’t want to ruin it. Even though dad gave it to me for use, so I dunno. Unused pencils are so sad though. .u.
He also gave me these pencils they used to write on glass with. you could say they’re like a precursor to whiteboard markers, in a way. c:
I’m just going to say.
If you had a masked murderer in your midst.
Dropping chandeliers, hanging stagehands, stealing sopranos.
Throwing a masked ball is a pretty gutsy move.