There Are Like Five Rules To Life And Those Rules Are

what if a man made a horrible mistake that would haunt him forever? and it was literally haunting him. he's a ghost. he haunts this world, and he has seen what happens when the world forgets him. he knows what it's like to not have a body, now. he can still move his around but it's just a damn puppet. can't eat, can't sleep, can't talk to loved ones because there aren't any left. can't do anything but mourn the life he could have had, mourn how much better life could have been if anything had been different that day. and what if this grief controlled him? haunted him really, haunted his narrative, made him feel like he was less than himself. every action he makes now is done because of that one moment that changed his life. he can barely even remember what things were like before. but he carries on anyway. he still hopes that things can be better for him, that things can change, that maybe he'll have something to look forward to for once. a new life. something. anything. please, just anything to try and cover up that gaping hole where a heart used to be, anything to hide the pang of loneliness that solitude brings. no matter what the cost is he at least deserves another chance, right? right? now. picture this. what if the same thing happened to a dog?

WEE OOO WEE OOO GHOST TRICK HD IS OUT NOW

I’M LEAVING THE TRAILER HERE FOR POSTERITY’S SAKE

BUT DONT LOOK UP ANYTHING!! NOT A SINGLE THING! JUST!! PLAY!!! GHOST TRICK!!!!!

Bird Brain

A blue blur flittered past Jowd’s face and onto the head of a green haired, very short man.

“Damn Bird!”

“She doesn’t do anything, Jowd.”

“Except bother me”.

“She just sits on my head,” Pigeon Man protested. “If you don’t like it, that’s your problem”.

“She sits. On your head.”

“Yes.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes”.

“She doesn’t eat, sleep, anything. She just sits on your head.”

They both knew where this was going. Jowd was going to make a snarky comment. Pigeon Man braced himself in the silence before the storm.

“So, like pige-on, pige-off except it doesn’t”.

“That was so bad.” Pigeon Man replied, slightly underwhelmed. “I thought you could do better”

“Hey, I’m just making these up on the fly!”

“Yeah, well toucan play at that game”

Jowd’s face switched from a smile to mocking surprise. “This is cruel, you’re robin me of my jokes!”

“They’re very cheep”.

“Owl say so”.

“Wouldn’t it be Owl’d?”

“No time for grammar when you’re punning on a roll, Bird Brain”.

Pigeon man rolled his eyes. “Crow up and get out of here”.

“Never” Jowd was smirking now, and with another snarky remark they would be laughing, but he was waiting. The time had to be right. The stage had to be set for the ultimate joke.

But his face dropped as he realised…

“I’m out of bird puns”.

i looked up what people were saying about the ending of ghost trick and this screenshot out of context is killing me

Void cat but space, with moon for eyes~

XKCD: Linguistics club. 

Luckily, this is a trivial problem to anyone who’s familiar with the etymology of hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian (and if not, I strongly endorse looking it up). 

(And as Stan Carey points out on twitter, The first rule of Linguistics Club is: You study how people talk about Linguistics Club.)

My first Cababela! I'm not what I think of this.

This  is tumblr, eh?

So, I don't really know what I'm doing, but I'm been obsessed with Ghost Trick for long enough that it's starting to get serious. I thought I'd try to do this and see what happens?

Sorry about the long pause, I lost my sketchbook and it's taken me a while to get a new one. But anyway, have another Sissel!