Comments for page "UNDER. EARTH."

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Tue, 23 Apr 2024 00:30:14 +0000

Always love how 'alive' your writing is. Like, you can see it occur as you read, a sort of magical realism that allows one to really feel these vibrant yet decadent words you create, no matter what you present in them. On this one you present two sides of a coin that despite not fully clicking with one another thematically, do land really nicely, showing this cycle that I really enjoyed parsing through. Haven't playd Sunless Sea so I can't comment on that side of things, but yeah, it's just a really good article; liked it a lot.

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Fri, 05 Apr 2024 04:48:22 +0000

I always feel a bit bad whenever time comes to comment on a Stygian work because I feel my comments too often end up being echos of what other people have already said, or what I say on your other works. This is one such case; this displays your skill with second-person prose, an already uncommon sword to have in the scabbard, but then also your mastery with visceral prose and striking imagery, language and diction and mixing all that into a bubbling soup until you present it. The prose is as smooth as the waters, Sunless Sea atmosphere on full display but underlined by your own unique melancholy vibes. It's really, typically good.

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Thu, 04 Apr 2024 21:51:26 +0000

The world tells us we have to come back into port sometime. Not all of life can be adventure, we must take stock, refuel, unstress and declutter. The sea can wait. It knows we will be back.

This was a fantastic voyage. I'm back in port now, but I already feel the call to return.

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Wed, 03 Apr 2024 18:37:46 +0000

Personal ComboCon Reading Progress: #11

Ahh in honor of this piece I will be a little late to class today. I couldn't bare to wrench myself away from the page and pick where I left off, like how I often have to with much of my reading. The energy here is so wildly palpable, and like Zip I had a hell of a time reading this new version of the story, which improves on practically every aspect you had originally presented me with. You take critique like a champ, carving away what you can harness away from the insane ramblings of someone like me (I still want to see the big fish fight BUT in this version of the story it has no place, so good work!!).

This piece is just so fucking wonderous, it's full of pain and yearning and imagination - I adore it. I'm trying to think of more to say, but I just adore it. Applause! Applause for you!

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Sun, 31 Mar 2024 17:04:12 +0000

I am wordless, as is typical when I read your works. It is as all have described it and more: there is a deep (ha!), thematic richness here that is, of course, also present in all of your works, but somehow special in each one. This feels like a snapshot of both the creator and the created. I so wish — and at the same time know not to wish — I could emulate the style presented in how you work. I feel like I've said this before, but I love it. This piece is exemplary of everything you do: a depth, wonderful, and terrible. I am so pleased you exist.
Well done, a very grimy +1.

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Sun, 31 Mar 2024 16:33:24 +0000

Beautifully written and vividly poetic. The transitions between mundane life and the fantastical story were seamless, and the imagery rich.

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Sun, 24 Mar 2024 16:32:37 +0000

Another masterwork by Stygian Blue. You paint the canvas with placid blues and abyssopelagic blacks and all the other colors of the great and terrible sea. You paint not with bold, brash slashes of a brush, but with gentle strokes and trickles of pigment that suffuse the whitest white of the page with the twilight hues of not-quite-awake. That is to say, you bring dreams and nightmares alike to written word with a fervor and a ferocity that I have never seen before. Perhaps if I were to crush hyacinths over my eyes before sleeping I would get a glimpse of the wonderful and horrifying world that exists within you and your writing.

Pale purple +1.

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Fri, 22 Mar 2024 17:25:48 +0000

The thing that most enthralls me in your writing is the mundane allure of your narrative. It feels like something that occurs in real life — not just to me, but to every other person trapped in a dynamic of repetition and futile escapism into fantastic sights our minds create. I'm writing this while sitting at the office, melting time at an agonizing pace while being tragically aware of its fleeting nature. Thank you for this, Stygian. It truly is a more beautiful reality than the one we roam.

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Fri, 22 Mar 2024 13:20:21 +0000

Styg, it is Tuesday again. I read this piece twice: once in chunks interrupting a lively day and once again in the quiet morning hours uninterrupted. I was so impressed both times, but wanted to share how my first reading kept pulling me right back in where I had left off. Every moment where I could sit down by myself for a second I was pulled back into the hyacinth sea. Your writing is so dynamic in so many ways and your descriptions are incredible. Also, I loved your use of color for the text—nice design choice both from a narrative and visual perspective. Bravo!

-Vi

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Thu, 21 Mar 2024 17:47:55 +0000

I could weep for how this comment joys me, for you have put to words on your own, independently what I have found in myself the core of love of writing all this time. I adore making English bow to my whims, wrassling it like a serpent writhing to become a crooked knot, rleasing it to ride through holes in buildings like a dragon coming back to sea — then back again, harness on, bow tied perfectly through that hole in that skyscraper there. I am so proud of how the things I adore in life — a study in contrasts, a terrible thing made enticing, torture made enviable, sleepy joy made irritable, restless — is able to, when on paper, infect, become a glossy wet pink fuzzy thing like candyfloss at the faire in the cuts of the shoe-sole and never ever leave, sparkling in fire when they are, eventually, inevitably burned in the great pit of the garbage dump incinerator, billowing glowing cyan blue in the black smog of pitch and tar that becomes acid rain come downpour in the city.

Downpour, rain world.

Thank you so. I do screenshot the comments which warm my heart and flex my fingers for typing — and this is one of the strongest. I cannot say strongest overall, because that would be a disservice to the emotions of the past and the potential of the future, but you can infer my meaning through how I explain this, my inability to say definites. Thank you, Zip. You are splendid. A true wonder of this site, a treasure.

Cheers, and to years — many more.

-Styg

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Thu, 21 Mar 2024 16:01:01 +0000

it was beyond a pleasure to read this a second time, post-post. you have a singular talent, i have come to understand, for portraying the horrific and dismal in a way that is luscious, gorgeous, enticing, somehow. how can it be that the misery you wreak upon the page and those inhabiting it can be so inviting? how can it welcome us in, wrap its arms around us, while at the same time being bitter, rife with suffering? your writing is a study in contrast, one which evinces the contradictions in ourselves and our everyday lives, so excellent that you could deliver a masterclass on the subject. after all of this, the way you select and create words to say exactly what you mean — your play with language, the delight you so clearly take in making English, this long and beautiful bastard tongue — do your bidding, where from one sentence to the next you let it believe it is free and allow it to shift and morph chaotically before reining in its diminutive leash: it is inspirational.

i too love devising a hell of my own creation, a hell which i have engineered for myself, and coming to the conclusion that the only escape is to a different, more wondrous and terrible hell.

(i do not do this.)

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Mon, 18 Mar 2024 16:00:29 +0000

really feel the Tuesday-melancholy-sameness of the above-ground narrator. i think i need to replay sunless sea.

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Mon, 18 Mar 2024 15:54:38 +0000

Unearth + Unearth. Unearth — something below, and unearth — something unlike earth (that is, not like land — or, to put it another way, the sea.)

A thousand thanks to Snapdragon, who helped bring character and exciting plot developments; Gatoni, who wrought much change to the sea; ZipZip, who showed me where the work was an insane scramble of insanity and devout religiosity towards the sea without a drop of comprehension in those dark, fathomless waters; Din-Bidor, who encouraged and excited; Gawain, who gave crit and courage; and probably more who are missing.

Wildly inspired by Sunless Sea. Warp your intentions and bring them avalanching down onto the waves to gunshot-ricochet as sticks do when rolled upon themselves. Pace your makeshift bridge of no ropes set over ocean and peer below. In this, you can swim in air, not water, and feel not the freeze of 3° water.

-Styg