Undertale Thread 「Let Down」

Dubs

dubssss

Look, it's pretty obvious nobody here likes Undertale anymore, so you're going to have to sell it with more than just "u can't kick me out LOL xDDD".

I suggest you go to those boards you posted and try to find something worth talking about.

Dubs for real

fucking hell

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Nuckoff niggernail

Nice digits

dubsssss

Youre a sad shit

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God, it's like watching a dog repeatedly run into a wall.
You don't even have to post anything, they just come running.

The same shit applies to you faggot, trying to make the same threads knowing they will be bumplocked, just for the sake of shitposting.

Quite entertaining, no?

But you do have to post something, and you both continue to post things.

So, what game is better
Memegame or 7 Grand Dad?

Trips?

Iji

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you miss 100% of the shots you don't take

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nice digits

Again, look at what OP does:

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I don't know about that, what Tito Dick brought in Grand Dad 8 was pretty nice.

O boe, this thing again

Missing the real discussion most of the time

Click on his posts, just so you have an idea how much of a faggot he is.

ok
what about the neutral endings?
they seemed pretty damn well structured and end up having more depth than the genocide ending or the pacifist ending.

same

What the fuck man.

but h*ck off tumbrltale!!!!!!!
t. lime the cuck :^)

thats the old one
here's the new and up to same one

let me fix that

Same.

let me same that

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s a m e

Look at this shit. The worst part is that, later, you have the gall to complain.

me too

same

Which webm is "that one webm," exactly? The slideshow with the distorted song from new home?

And you'll take the bait and post in these threads again.
ebbin :DDDDDDD

no
the twerking one

Am I really the one being baited here? Really?

xD

:^)

:DDDDDDDD
epin

oh yeah

That's not the right one, the filesize is lower than that.

You people act like this general is ironic and shit but 4chan still has serious undertale generals for this 7-12 hour game.
Please don't joke about Toby's never ending ride.

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same

This one?

Yeah, I don't even need to open it, I remember the mp4 was 7.4 mb something, and the webm was, I'd say about 6.8 mb.

You guys are reporting this shit thread, aren't you?

Oh hey this fic is still going

fanfiction.net/s/11601057/38/Inseparable

reported for announcing a report

pic related?

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Hey, just found a real dank one too.
fanfiction.net/s/11866793/1/Miniontale
pretty good, no?

now i can approve this one
quality work

Based on a couple of posts I'm pretty sure OP is a twitch watcher of the vinesauce variety, and is passing time until the next funny foreign guy starts up. Also the mods are usually pretty quick about taking care of the issue on their own, so I'm not worried about this thread lasting.

No, the original image was not sexual.

same

i would make these threads myself but im too lazy

I always thought this song was pretty good.

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So it's clear this specific general is not about discussing the game anymore, but about spiting the board and spamming to appear relevant. Just look at OP's posts. These threads will be bumplocked from now on, regardless of how many posts are made. The creation of repeated threads will be treated as spam. The reason for this change is because of the general not discussing the game, but rather just spamming shit. It's no longer about video games or video game-related content, which is why we decided to bumplock these threads. You may still discuss the game, of course. However, this general is done. You had close to a year and have had plenty of chances to fix things. but nothing changed.

Archive of the thread for future reference: archive.is/cyFUL

Finally

saved for future use

fuck you mark /vcollins/
:^)

also trips

Good, now I can go to the ten other threads on the front page that are 25% on topic posts, max, without feeling I'm missing something.

Thank you.

well i guess now that the thread is bumplocked i should get out of my vpn and go for the new record of (300) :^)

Thank God

Whoa

Also checked

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Mark, if you had just banned the shitposters for shitposting we wouldn't be in this mess and it would have quietly all died down.

Or at least b& me or something.
Then there wouldn't even be a thread going on.

Mark's a dumb nigger who only follows the rules only when he wants to.

kind of figured that out
how else would I have gotten tumblrtale to finally die?

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it begins

the first genesis songs from 1967

fug forgot to embed :^(

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what a fun ride
glad it's over

moving into 1968

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we're waiting for you
come and join us now
we need you with us
come and join us now

from genesis to revelation

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fun fact: the intro of this song later became the song "Twilight Alehouse" which was performed live from 1970 to 1973, recorded on 1971 then released along I Know What I Like in 1973.

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side 2 begins here

Me too, I just don't like the way things ended, it's like the fifth time the camp councilor's come in after a bunch of kids from the rival camp across the lake T.P. the lodge, and instead of doing something about keeping the shits out, just banning you from the lodge. There was never an incentive to keep on topic, which for other threads and generals meant getting away with posting fan and official art, but for us meant something(?) else, when we knew it wouldn't matter.

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last song of the album

extra track 1

extra track 2

and now we move on to trespass
the first album with genesis as we know it

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side 2

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tbh this would be a good theme song for genocide undyne

extra track 1

R.I.P in shit tumblrtales.

tony banks sings lead vocals on this one

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the jackson tapes
this one became "Anyway", used on the album "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway"

this one is a mix of The Fountain of Salmacis and Looking for Someone

This one became The Musical Box

This, if you really want to goatpost or whatever come to /underground/ where the camp counselor actually bans the shit

this is the only track that stayed unused

wew lad

Nursery Cryme
Phil Collins and Steve Hackett enter the band and Genesis now truly begins.

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It's really just a matter of principle. I'm ok with never having Undertale on Holla Forums, but I want to know if it's there it's because people want to talk about it. Exercising rights and shit.

It's just because Mark's a faggot who listens to shitposters instead of people trying to talk about games.

If Mark wasn't a faggot this board would have traffic beyond "look at game" "gtfo shill" "check my dubs" ad infinitum.

This game had run out of content months ago, so the discussion would have quietly died down and there would be nothing left to talk about.

Instead we get shit.

dont make me meme your board

phil collins's first song with him on the lead vocals

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last track of the album

It did. But then faggots kept making the thread for now reason, as demonstrated here.

extra track which later became Lilywhite Lillith and The Colony of Slippermen.

WATCHER OF THE SKIES
WATCHER OF ALL

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Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
…And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.

Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
…And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.

I've been so far from here,
Far from your warm arms.
It's good to feel you again,
It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?

I know a farmer who looks after the farm.
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.
I know a fireman who looks after the fire.

You, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Share his peace,
Sign the lease.
He's a supersonic scientist,
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
Look, look into my mouth he cries,
And all the children lost down many paths,
I bet my life you'll walk inside
Hand in hand,
gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle,
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary.
We will rock you, rock you little snake,
We will keep you snug and warm.

Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West,
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors
standing still below the ground,
Waiting for battle.

The fight's begun, they've been released.
Killing foe for peace…bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang…
And they're giving me a wonderful potion,
'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.
And even though I'm feeling good,
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.

Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.

Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
(He is you)
Social Security took care of this lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.

A flower?
If you go down to Willow Farm,
to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,
like the fox on the rocks,
and the musical box.
Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,
and everyone's happy to be here.

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg,
the egg was a bird.
(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
Hadn't you heard?
(They're going to change you into a human being!)
Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.

We've got everything, we're growing everything,
We've got some in
We've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about
Everyone, we're changing everyone,
you name them all,
We've had them here,
And the real stars are still to appear.

ALL CHANGE!

Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
You're all full of ball.

Dad to dam to dum to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
You're all full of ball.

Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma I want you now.

And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
You've been here all the time,
Like it or not, like what you got,
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil),
Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the soil!).
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
and all of us fit in our places.

With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.

666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.

Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.

There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.

can you tell me where my country lies?

richard hammonds favorite song

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AND THE LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMB

LIES DOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

OOOOONNN BROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAADWAAAAAAAAY

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I see faces and traces of home…
BACK IN NEEWWWWWWW YORK CITYYYYYYYYYYY

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fun fact: because gaybriel is supposed to be the main character of this album, this song implies that gaybriel is shit at fucking in real life

Uploaded on Mar 11, 2011

He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to avoid.

The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. Further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling. With broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, Rael rushes to talk to them.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

"What's going on?" he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies "It's a long time yet before the dawn." A sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying "Don't ask him, the monk is drunk. Each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there." Not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door. Behind a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.

There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing
bright.
Through THE door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

fug
At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!" There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.

At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
their deductions need applause.

The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
but the juggler holds another pack.

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.

But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back here again,
I've got to find my own way.

The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
and they're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.

My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Like everyone else they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me,
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
- take me away.

He stands by a middle-aged woman, with a very pale skin who is quietly talking to herself. He discovers she is blind and asking for a guide. "What's the use of a guide if you got nowhere to go" asks Rael. "I've got somewhere to go," she replies "if you take me through the noise, I'll show you. I'm a creature of the caves and I follow the way the breezes blow."

He leads her across the room and they leave the crowd, who dismiss their departure as certain to fail.

The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouting loud.
I could only just hear, a voice quite near say, "Please help me
through the crowd"
'Said if I helped her thru' she could help me too, but I could
see that she was wholly blind.
But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined.

Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna lead you right.

When through the door, the woman leads Rael down the tunnel. The light of the chamber soon fades and despite her confident step Rael often stumbles in the darkness.
After a long walk they arrive in what Rael judges to be a big round cave, and she speaks a second time asking him to sit down. It feels like a cold stone throne.

"Rael, sit here. They will come for you soon. Don't be afraid." And failing to explain any more she walks off. He faces his fear once again.

When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow.
She said "Let me feel the way the breezes blow, and I'll show
you where to go."
So I followed her into a big round cave, she said "They're
coming for you, now don't be afraid."
Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade.

Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night.
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna lead you right.

A tunnel is lit up to the left of him, and he begins to shake. As it grows brighter, he hears a non-metallic whirring sound. The light is getting painfully bright, reflecting as white off the walls until his vision is lost in a sort of snow blindness.

She leaves me in my darkness,
I have to face, face my fear,
And the darkness closes in on me,
I can hear a whirring sound growing near.
I can see the corner of the tunnel,
Lit up by whatever's coming here.
Two golden globes float into the room
And a blaze of white light fills the air.

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He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point. The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave. As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about one foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel. When they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him. Our hero is trapped once again.

"This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks.

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart,
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
O boy! running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath.
's back to ash, 'now, you've had your flash boy'
The rocks, in time, compress
your blood to oil,
your flesh to coal,
enrich the soil,
not everybody's goal.

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I'm sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don't even feel no pain -
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - 'how wonderful to be so profound,
when everything you are is dying underground.'

There's not much spectacle for an underground creole as he walks through the gates of Sheol. "I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space, or filled with helium and floated above a mausoleum. This is no way to pay my last subterranean homesick dues. Anyway I'm out of the hands of any pervert embalmer doing his interpretation of what I should look like, stuffing his cotton wool in my cheeks."

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
The doorbell rings and its
"Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It won't be long, yeh!
She's very rarely late."

Exhausted by all this conjecture, our hero gets the chance in a lifetime to meet his hero: Death. Death is wearing a light disguise, he made the outfit himself. He calls it the "Supernatural Anaesthetist." Death likes meeting people and wants to travel. Death approaches Rael with his special cannister, releases a puff, and appears to walk away content into the wall.

Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist.
If he wants you to snuff it,
All he has to do is puff it
- he's such a fine dancer.

Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still alive. He writes Death off as an illusion, but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air. He moves to the corner where the scent is stronger, discovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering. He tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out of. The perfume is even stronger on the other side and he sets off to find its source, with a new-found energy.

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.

He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool. It is lavishly decorated with gold fittings. The walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which honeysuckle is growing. From out of the mist on the water comes a series of ripples.

Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.

Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of -

Three snakelike creatures are swimming towards Rael. Each reptilian creature has the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman. His horror gives way to infatuation as their soft green eyes show their welcome. The Lamia invite him to taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool. As soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale blue luminescence drips off from his skin. The Lamia lick the liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more.

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
"With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.

They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body. Taking in the first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and their bodies are shaken. Distraught with helpless passion he watches as his lovers die. In a desperate attempt to bring what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and struggles to leave his lovers' nest.

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'."

Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined
"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.

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The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, he finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. When they catch sight of him, the entire street of distorted figures burst into laughter. One of the colony approaches him.
Rael:I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Till I came upon this dirty street.
I've never seen a stranger crowd;
Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet,
Continually pacing,
With nonchalant embracing,
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me moves to say "hellay".
He is grotesque in every feature, a mixture of ugly lumps and stumps. His lips slip across his chin as he smiles in welcome and offers his slippery handshake.
His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.
With lips that slide across each chin.
His twisted limbs like rubber stumps
Are waved in welcome say 'Please join in.'
My grip must be flipping,
Cos his handshake keeps slipping,
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips keep on smiling all the time.
Rael is a little disillusioned, when the Slipperman reveals that the entire colony have one-by-one been through the same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia, who regenerate themselves every time, and that now Rael shares their physical appearance and shadowy fate.
Slipperman:"We, like you, have tasted love.
Don't be alarmed at what you see,
You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me."
Rael:Me, like you? like that!
Slipperman:"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun
You better run and join your brother John."
Amongst the contorted faces of the Slippermen, Rael recognises what is left of his brother John. They hug each other.
A Visit To The Doktor
John bitterly explains that the entire life of the Slipperman is devoted to satisfying the never-ending hunger of the senses, which has been inherited from the Lamia. There is only one escape route; a dreaded visit to the notorious Doktor Dyper who will remove the source of the problems, or to put it less politely, castrate.
They discuss the deceptively-named escape for a long time and decide to go together to visit the Doktor.
Slipperman:"You're in the colony of slippermen.
There's no who? why? what? or when?
You get out if you've got the gripe
To see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper - he'll whip off your
windscreenwiper"
Rael:John and I are able
To face the Doktor and his marble table.
The Doktor:Understand Rael, that's the end of your tail.
Rael:"Don't delay, dock the dick!"
I watch his countdown timer tick….
The Raven
They survive the ordeal and are presented with the offensive weapons in sterile yellow plastic tubes, with gold chains. "People usually wear them around their necks," said the Doktor handing them over. "The operation does not necessarily exclude use of the facility again, for short periods, but of course when you want it you must provide us with considerable advance warning."
He places the number into a tube,
It's a yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You'll be safe in our pickle."
As the brothers talk themselves through their new predicament, a big black raven flies into the cave, swoops down, grabs Rael's tube right out of his hands and carries it up into the air in his beak.
Suddenly, black cloud come down from the sky.
It's a supersized black bird that sure can fly…
The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright.
He take the tube right out of my hands
Man, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.
Rael calls for John to go with him.
And he replies "I will not chase a black raven. Down here you must read and obey the omens. There's disaster where the raven flies."
"Look here John, I've got to run
I need you now, you going to come?"
He says to me:

John:"Now can't you see
Where the raven flies there's jeopardy.
We've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch.
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."
So once more John deserts his brother.
Rael:He walks away and leaves me once again.
Even though I never learn,
I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.
The bird leads Rael down a narrow tunnel, he seems to be allowing him to keep at a closed distance. But as Rael thinks he might almost catch hold of the bird, the tunnel opens and finishes at an enormous subterranean ravine. Casually, the raven drops his precious load into the rushing waters at the bottom. It's enough to drive a poor boy ravin' mad.
Seeing the dangers of the steep cliff, our courageous hero stands impotent and glowers.
I'm in the agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard with everything that I've got.
He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I'm on top of a bank too steep to climb
I see it hit the water just in time
to watch it float away…

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He follows a small path running along the top, and watches the tube bobbing up and down in the water as the fast current carries it away. However, as he walks around a corner Rael sees a sky-light above him, apparently built into the bank. Through it he can see the green grass of home, well not exactly; he can see Broadway.

As he walks along the gorge's edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear.
A window in the bank above his head
Reveals his home amidst the streets.

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
- My home.
Is this the way out from the endless scene?
Or just an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies down on Broadway.

His heart, now a little bristly, is shaken by a surge of joy and he starts to run, arms wide open, to the way out. At this precise point in time his ears pick up a voice screaming for help. Someone is struggling in the rapids below. It's John.

But as the skylight beckons him to leave,
He hears a scream from far below.
Within the raging water, writhes the form
Of brother John, he cries for help.

He pauses for a moment remembering how his brother had abandoned him. Then the window begins to fade - it's time for action.

The gate is fading now, but open wide.
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where it came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway.

He rushes to the cliff and scrambles down the rocks. It takes him a long time to get down to the water, trying to keep up with the current at the same time. As he nears the water's edge he sees John losing strength.

Struggling down the slope,
There's not much hope.
I begin to try to ride the scree
but the rocks are tumbling all around me.

If I want John alive,
I've got to ditch my fear - take a dive
While I've still got my drive to survive.

Evel Knievel you got nothing on me.
Here I go!

He dives down into the cold water. At first he is thrown onto the rocks, and pulled under the water by a fast moving channel, which takes him right past John, down river.

Moving down the water
John is drifting out of sight,
Its only at the turning point
That you find out how you fight.

In the cold, feel the cold
all around
And the rush of crashing water
Surrounds me with its sound.

Rael manages to grab a rock, pull himself to the surface and catch his breath. As John is carried past, Rael throws himself in again and catches hold of his arm. He knocks John unconscious and then locking themselves together, he rides the rapids into the slow running water, where he can swim to safety.

Striking out to reach you
I can't get through to the other side,
When you're racing in the rapids
There's only one way, thats to ride.

Taken down, taken down
by the undertow
I'm spiralled down the river bed,
My fire is burning low.
Catching hold of a rock that's firm,
I'm waiting for John to be carried past.
We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast.

But as he hauls his brother's limp body onto the bank he lies him out and looks hopefully into his eyes for a sign of life. He staggers back in recoil, for staring at him with eyes wide open is not John's face - but his own.

And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep
have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one
no-one left to keep.
Hang on John! We're out of this at last.
Somethings changed, that's not your face.
It's mine - it's mine!

Rael cannot look away from those eyes, mesmerized by his own image. In a quick movement, his consciousness darts from one face to the other, then back again, until his presence is no longer solidly contained in one or the other. In this fluid state he observes both bodies outlined in yellow and the surrounding scenery melting into a purple haze. With a sudden rush of energy up both spinal columns, their bodies, as well, finally dissolve into the haze.

All this takes place without a single sunset, without a single bell ringing and without a single blossom falling from the sky. Yet it fills everything with its mysterious intoxicating presence. It's over to you.

When its cold, it come slow
it is warm, just watch it grow
- all around me
it is here. it is now.

Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down.
Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.
it is chicken, it is eggs,
it is in between your legs.
it is walking on the moon,
leaving your cocoon.

it is the jigsaw. it is purple haze.
it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase,
it is in the singles bar, in the distance of the face
it is in between the cages, it is always in a space
it is here. it is now.

Any rock can be made to roll
If you've enough of it to pay the toll
it has no home in words or goal
Not even in your favourite hole
it is the hope for the dope
Who rides the horse without a hoof
it is shaken not stirred;
Cocktails on the roof.

When you eat right through it you see everything alive
it is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
If you think that its pretentious, you've been taken for a ride.
Look across the mirror sonny, before you choose decide
it is here. it is now
it is Real. it is Rael

'cos it's only knock and knowall, but I like it…

Now that Gaybriel fucked off from the band, Phil Collins took over as lead vocalist.
tbh this, along with the lamb and W&W is one of the most fitting albums for undertale

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100th post
1/3 of the way

extra track

fug

Wind and Wuthering.

fitting song for the game tbh

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Like the dust that settles all around me,
I must find a new home.
The ways and holes that used to give me shelter,
Are all as one to me now.
But I, I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before.
I miss you more.

Than the sun reflecting off my pillow,
Bringing the warmth of new life.
And the sounds that echoed all around me,
I caught a glimpse of in the night.
But now, now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul.
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one.

And I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before.
For now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul.
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none,
I miss you more.

hackett fucked off and then there were three

oh yes i forgot the non album tracks xDdDdDDd

what the fuck codenigger

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Duke, the beginning of a new era.

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fug forgot the non album tracks for attw3

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now back to duke

fug

asgore theme song no.1

asgore theme song no.2 :^)

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another fitting song for the game tbh

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non album track but its part of the dodo suite

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fuck i forgot yet again about the duke non album tracks

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who dunnit?

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shit song according to phil collins

this song is actually about a prostitue milf
toriel's theme :^)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

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vote trump put the spics in the dump

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it's not gonna get better

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tailor made song for waifu fags

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fug i just realized i forgot turn it on again on duke

IT non album tracks

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We Can't Dance: the last good genesis album.

JESUS HE KNOWS ME
AND HE KNOWS IM RIGHT

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IIIII CANT DANCE
IIII CANT TALK
ONLY THING 'BOUT ME IS THE WAY I WALK

benis

filler song

not a filler song

gaybriel comes back from the dead and brings cancer along with him
also filler song

underrated, non-filler song

not filler but not notable either

not filler

filler

thread theme and definitively not filler
last song with phil collins.

ah well
such is life

non album tracks from WCD

Are you trying to get me to dislike Undertale, as someone who loved it?

Stop with the fucking generals of a single player game that came out months ago with all obvious questions answered.

Make a question thread or go to /mtt/. Fucking simple.

its on page 9 and mark did this so these threads are now officially over you nigger

yep
that and point out shitty rule enforcement
Don't worry though, it's over.
Mark saved you

Phil thinks the band is over so he lets go and fucks off in 1996, so Mike and Tony write some shit material and get some poor fucker to sing it, and thats how Cucking all Stations happened.

this song is about niggers

and this song is shit

ayy lmao

now we're into some real shit

this song is ok
the music video is neat tbh

shit song

this song would be great with phil collins on the drums but without him its just decent
also the intro reminds me of gay turismo

im glad this song's only non-blocked upload has a cyka blyat title

small talk more like small dick

meh

tony banks did 9/11

who cares

who cares
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a quien le importa

who

cares

serac ohw

i dont care anymore, do you?

ITT
:^)

nobody asked for any of this songs
who cares

finally something good

(^:

forgot this track a hundred or so posts ago lol

and now time to take things at face value

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better than the Beatles original

you bet your ass it is
fuck the beatles

What's that? You said you want to beat his ass?
I didn't know you were into that stuff.

I have a curious feeling about this

lucky me this thread is bumplocked so nobody really cares about this massive shitposting

the lie here is the part about this board being about video games

after the lie i killed myself

i already memed this title so kill yourself tony

forever morning ive got nothing for this
great track tho

your mom lol

got nothing for this one either
another great track tho

same for this one

for a while i thought this board was for video games

in the dark hole that is my anus
good, fitting song for the fate of the little gay goat

here have some more of the korg jew

fug

time for mike the guitar kike

same track as the last one but actually complete and from 7 years later

time for hackett

Think the pics in the OP have anything to do with this thread being permabumplocked?

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twingo xD

This is for you Mark. You did the right thing. Plus summer is almost over, which is always good.

wew

ur mom did the right thing lol

gaybriel the first

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phil collins played drums on this album

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gaybriel is videogames

new gaybriel meme video

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Guess we went out with a bang

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i banged ur mom lol

biko is a nigger

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Kuroi hana
Ano koe ga
Koa re tane no
Haru mana
Tsukuri mahi tsu
Oaru mana hii mi

Koe fa mi
Fu te ga mu
Ko ki tfo
Toa re ha ku

Kuya ko
Koa gya ku
Tsi ra koa
Hou no

Kotsu ra
Ko tsa zu
Tsina ri hitso shi a
Kiye

Sou maya vi
Ierch no cri
I gua ma
Pvo we ra

Poyaseyase ya si
Kanashii
Miei aa
Uarai
Ini goa a

Atara seri ame tso wa uta
Kefono doh nari tokirui

Kuroi hana
Ano koe ga
Dinoli no shiga
Haru mana

Kuroi hana
Ano uta ga
Pvan geno higa
Haru mana

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Phil Collins's last stand.

its over

Genesis poster, before it ends please tell me
Why did you stay in these threads so long? What kept bringing you back?

the shitposting fun

Thats it? You've always been here, with unbending dedication. You've shitposted for months on end, and its amazing

Goodbye, thank you all for everything.
The shitposting was fun, the people in the threads were equally interesting.

it was fun to shitpost and to bait butthurt faggots like all the "FUCKO CFFF UTBMRLTALE" cucks, /cuckderground/ and finally nigger mods like lime.

it's been a pleasure
embed related
the last genesis concert

anyways genesisposting will move on, 4am was already its new home.

MEMEGAME

same

meme game indeed

Godspeed anons, take care of yourselves
G-Goodbye

i miss september

we all do

I want to see you again, I want to see all of you again.
I'm scared
I don't want to die

one day i will do genesistale

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I appreciate you enhancing my artwork, it's like shitposting squared.

by the way
reddit.com/r/Genesis/comments/4wj3ec/my_review_of_genesis/

shitsu truly is reddit

pastebin.com/kUEvLtvM

At last. Now consider going to town on those godforsaken overwatch threads

nah, they're fine as long as 4 people don't keep shitting them up and reporting them

but i am part of the 4am memethreads and they are not dead yet
how?

YOU CANNOT KILL ME I REFUSE TO DIE.

I don't know.
Maybe if I join it'll die.

oh g_d no

oh yes

If you're going to keep posting genesis in shit threads ill try to make new genesis images. I made a few in the mtt thread and wouldnt mind the extra practice

i like 4am tho

4AM is nothing but an /r9k/-tier avatarfag circlejerk now, though

it allows genesis to exist on Holla Forums so fine by me :^)

that's like liking this thread
It's just not gonna happen

kek

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sorry it was trips

so close

was it deleted?

TOP FUCKING KEK

the hotpocket strikes again

oh well
the board is genuine shit and run by incompetent mods

ur mom is genuine shit and run by incompetent mods lol

lol

Once there were trees full of birds.
Meadow lands vibrant with flowers.
Carefree the songs our children once sang, gilding our minutes and hours.
Clouds came and covered the sun.
The breath of a baleful unease.
Turning to ashes, flowers in their fields.
Silenced the birds in their trees.

I want asriel to bully me

toriel best tbh

Alphys did nothing right

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niggers

suck

dick

late as always

fuck u

It's fine though.
It's all over now.
Aren't you glad?

Although this may be the end of the generals, you gotta admit it wasn't a bad run. Nearly went a full year on a short singleplayer game. It may not have ended at the same height it started but how many games do? You guys stayed dedicated for your own reasons, and even though I caught on late, I have no regrets on staying here until the end. Those of you who left a long time ago, or stayed til the very end, I hope you're doing well. Genesis user keep doing what your doing, your goal is righteous and to be honest, I don't think the generals would have lasted nearly as long as they did without you watching over them. To the anons who made the videos and the songs, they were pretty damn funny and catchy respectively. Those of you who had a gimmick, even if you didnt know it, brought a nice flair of personality to these threads and were always fun to see. To everyone else, who decided to contribute as anonymously as possible without a shtick, or just wanted to talk, you were the lifeblood of these threads.

But on the bright side, we still have boards to call home, and plenty of fan creations to look through or make! Most of all, we have memories of the good times, and no matter what we will always have those. But who knows? Maybe in the future we could hear about Toby making something new, like he promised in the kickstarter? You never know what the future holds guys. Maybe some of us might even meet each other in the future and not even know it.

You know I think its kind of funny. In the game we see all these different personalities, big and small who all give us a little something in our journey. Whether it was a nice piece of advice, biting remarks, or just sweet companionship, they were all pieces of the puzzle that hopefully we all finished. Yet when I look at the past threads, I see a nice reflection of the game in them. People known and unknown, bringing something new we could all enjoy. Some who were always there, and others who came and went, but we continued til the very end. You really did represent the game well (most of the time). We stayed Determined and I hope your memories of the threads will stay as sweet as those of the game.

Sorry, this is getting to be a ramble. Just wanted to tell you guys how fun you all were, and make sure I didnt leave anything unsaid. If you cant help but get a little sentimental about these threads, dont worry, you're not the only one, because I sure as hell am crying.

Thanks for everything, I love you guys like a second family. Please stay safe out there and remember there are people who care about you, and would it kill ya to let us know you're ok once in a while?
Goodbye

saved and soon gonna be archived

oh and before I forget
thanks for everything
everyone

See ya, bro

ITT
except we're all on the bridge burning together. Waiting for it to fall.
maybe it's a good thing, my joke was I want to be asriel after all.

heres some shitty edgey poetry I just came up with

light, folded in light
we each pray for a new day
never seeing clearly
the light fades
our days slip away
was it us they were looking for

light, folded in light
we watch as time withers us away
sat atop our thrones of jade
light in light
gone away is our new day

Beautiful

benis

>>>/mtt/

let us leave this cancer thread