I Think The Watcher Dlc Definitely Has Its Issues, But. Oh My God. That Final Area. That Beautiful, Beautiful

i think the watcher dlc definitely has its issues, but. oh my god. that final area. that beautiful, beautiful final area.

(major rain world: the watcher spoilers below the cut, of course)

i am obsessed with the window room in ancient urban. its thrown me back to the time when i first played rain world, the first ascension, that scene, thinking about it over and over and over again. i can't stop.

i know theres people out there who have spent hundreds of hours on rain world. i know theyve dug into every nook and cranny, poking into everything that they can, and i havent done that. my experience with rain world has been pretty surface level, but even still.

i dont fully know how to describe it. but spending 80 hours of my life exploring the ruins of this great civilization, wandering through the stuff theyve left behind, catching only remnants of stories and the lives that they might have lived, was beautiful. it was empty. it was lonely. i walked through their ashes and listened to their stories, but it was all after everything. they're all gone, and they've been gone for a long, long time. and they're never coming back.

but then you walk into a room, and you see them.

shadows beyond a window, faint voices, but you see them. they're right there, walking past, and their shadows loom and rush by and they're alive, they're alive, so blessedly alive, and you're nothing but a rat again, something wandering through their walls, and none of them know you but you know them, you've wandered through their ruins and heard their voices in their creations, and you know them, and now you actually get to see them and they're alive and i just

i want to cry. every single time i think about that room, i want to cry.

you see how different they all are, in their shadows. their voices are different from how you expected, but-- they sound exactly like the iterators do. of course they do. of course their children speak the same way as them.

they're there. and you know what's going to happen to them, you know what they're going to do, what they have done, and you know exactly how this is all going to turn out, but for a few, blessed moments, theyre alive. theyre alive again.

i just kept whispering to myself, staring. theyre alive. theyre alive. theyre alive.

i stood in that room for a long time.