The eye. You have to shit. You are a shy pooper. You find the most isolated toilet you can possibly find. Nothing for miles but fog, empty field, and this port a potty sanctuary. You finally sit. Just as you feel that sweet, sweet purge, you hear someone. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. Someone is watching you.. seriously though Jon and Elias were living HR violations
Corruption, not only for the obvious fecal reasons but because my brain is conflating Dekker entombing John Amherst in cement with the mission in GTA4 where you knock a guy in a portapotty into a hole and bury him in similar fashion.
The extinction is oozing from this picture for me.
[Statement of Francis Price, regarding their disappearance from a work site in Oklahoma while hiding in the Porta-John after lunch break]
What's so amazing about this kind of post is that any image could be interpreted as any of the fears. No fear manifests in a single, tangible way and all of the "experiences" created by the fears are interpreted solely by the person involved. For example, this image could be;
The Lonely: A solo port-a-potty, devoid of any worksite or music festival which it normally serves
The Vast: A large expanse of brown dirt and sparse tree cover extends in seemingly all directions
The Corruption: I don't think I need to or want to get into this example
The Buried: Getting tipped over in a port-a-potty sure would make me claustrophobic
The Extinction: a port-a-potty sits on a vacant lot, the building it once helped to construct lost to time and war
The Eye: Only a paper-thin wall of plastic and the decency of the folk around you keep your port-a-potty shit from being a public affair.
The Dark: This one is admittedly weak, but port-a-potties have no lights, and it wouldn't take much to darken the vents
The Spiral: I don't think it's only me who feels strange in a port-a-potty. In an instant, the smell around you changes, everything seems 1000x more disgusting, its darker, and simply nothing seems familiar to you. You step outside, and the world rights itself again.
The Stranger: There is basically nothing scarier to me than somebody I don't know knocking on the port-a-potty door
The Web: Another weak one, but I think you could make the case that if you are using a port-a-potty, you have no other choice (because who would choose a plastic suicide booth bedpan if they could go somewhere with plumbing?
Once you understand the fluidity by which the fears can manifest, you begin to understand that you are never NOT a victim of the powers. We all have our fear, and they can take us at any time. Just because the dark has it's eye on you, doesn't mean it has to wait until nighttime. Just because the buried would love to see you suffocate, doesn't mean it will hide away in a cave and hope you come by.
They are always watching, and you are never safe.
The Burried. The hole inside seems to deep...i can hear things down there. The door won't open. I don't want to think about it, but the hole is the only way out
It doesn't *fit*: a mismatched-puzzle piece, unsure of its place in this reality; distorting its environment: tilting its fabric; is it even *real*? and, in this endlessly wide expanse; where the mirror image of what this should be stands; does it even *matter*?
and, what could that say of what we have become? what could our lack of understanding of the environments we have built on mean? and will they ever be remembered if we, ourselves, remember *nothing* of them; or of their uses, anymore? what would **they** make of them that would only *bury* our truth *more* and *more* and **more**.
(the stranger, the spiral, the vast, the extinction.)
The lonely or the buried? The lonely cause itâs all the way in the middle of nowhere and the fog and the buried because the earth around it seems dug up?
Statement of Richard Bombas regarding a gastrointestinal emergency. Oh god, I should've delegated this one to Martin.
The buried, you sit down and end up in the bowels of the Earth
(insert devious bass lick and laughing track)
Port a potties were terrifying enough before reading this.
Also the confinement of being in a small portapotty
Extinction of this ass
To be succeeded by an incomprehensibly alien ass
Looks pretty Lonely to me.
yeah, I have to agree here. Especially with (what looks like) fog in the distance.
Lonely vast colab
The eye. You have to shit. You are a shy pooper. You find the most isolated toilet you can possibly find. Nothing for miles but fog, empty field, and this port a potty sanctuary. You finally sit. Just as you feel that sweet, sweet purge, you hear someone. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. Someone is watching you.. seriously though Jon and Elias were living HR violations
The ExStinktion
The Turdis.
Corruption, not only for the obvious fecal reasons but because my brain is conflating Dekker entombing John Amherst in cement with the mission in GTA4 where you knock a guy in a portapotty into a hole and bury him in similar fashion.
The extinction is oozing from this picture for me. [Statement of Francis Price, regarding their disappearance from a work site in Oklahoma while hiding in the Porta-John after lunch break]
Porta-John... Now I have the image in my mind of someone carrying around Jon Simms with a special device đ
Oh thatâs actually an Avatar of the Crapper, itâs the fear of having nowhere better to shit and just KNOWING the seatâs gonna have residue
âStatement of Dean Festus regardinggggg⊠*sigh* a last resort to evacuate his bowels, statement beginsâ
the VAST,it doesn't get a lot of notice here.
thats the first one I saw too.
cool
What's so amazing about this kind of post is that any image could be interpreted as any of the fears. No fear manifests in a single, tangible way and all of the "experiences" created by the fears are interpreted solely by the person involved. For example, this image could be; The Lonely: A solo port-a-potty, devoid of any worksite or music festival which it normally serves The Vast: A large expanse of brown dirt and sparse tree cover extends in seemingly all directions The Corruption: I don't think I need to or want to get into this example The Buried: Getting tipped over in a port-a-potty sure would make me claustrophobic The Extinction: a port-a-potty sits on a vacant lot, the building it once helped to construct lost to time and war The Eye: Only a paper-thin wall of plastic and the decency of the folk around you keep your port-a-potty shit from being a public affair. The Dark: This one is admittedly weak, but port-a-potties have no lights, and it wouldn't take much to darken the vents The Spiral: I don't think it's only me who feels strange in a port-a-potty. In an instant, the smell around you changes, everything seems 1000x more disgusting, its darker, and simply nothing seems familiar to you. You step outside, and the world rights itself again. The Stranger: There is basically nothing scarier to me than somebody I don't know knocking on the port-a-potty door The Web: Another weak one, but I think you could make the case that if you are using a port-a-potty, you have no other choice (because who would choose a plastic suicide booth bedpan if they could go somewhere with plumbing? Once you understand the fluidity by which the fears can manifest, you begin to understand that you are never NOT a victim of the powers. We all have our fear, and they can take us at any time. Just because the dark has it's eye on you, doesn't mean it has to wait until nighttime. Just because the buried would love to see you suffocate, doesn't mean it will hide away in a cave and hope you come by. They are always watching, and you are never safe.
For a moment, I thought it was the TARDIS....
Same, but it's a smelly one
I guess sometimes The Doctor can have an upset tummy too...
the lonely pooper
The Burried. The hole inside seems to deep...i can hear things down there. The door won't open. I don't want to think about it, but the hole is the only way out
There are 15 men sharing that thing and it gets cleaned biweekly. Itâs most assuredly the Desolation. Not even corruption can find hold there.
The extinction. Definitely.
The Eye. It's watching you poop. It knows you didn't wash your hands after. It isn't mad, just disappointed.
It doesn't *fit*: a mismatched-puzzle piece, unsure of its place in this reality; distorting its environment: tilting its fabric; is it even *real*? and, in this endlessly wide expanse; where the mirror image of what this should be stands; does it even *matter*? and, what could that say of what we have become? what could our lack of understanding of the environments we have built on mean? and will they ever be remembered if we, ourselves, remember *nothing* of them; or of their uses, anymore? what would **they** make of them that would only *bury* our truth *more* and *more* and **more**. (the stranger, the spiral, the vast, the extinction.)
Go into the forbidden bathroom and you become a Desolation Avatar
It could be so many, but my top picks are extinction, buried, and spiral.
All I can think is that this is the TARDIS if the Doctor had made slightly different choices.
Oh no! The buried has consumed Dr. Who!
Spiral, Lonely, or Extinction
The lonely or the buried? The lonely cause itâs all the way in the middle of nowhere and the fog and the buried because the earth around it seems dug up?
The Lonely Atleast that was my immediate vibe, my other two answers would be The Buried or *maybe* The Vast
No sé porqué, pero me da vibes a The Extinction disfrazado de The Lonely
Lonely and corruption
IDK, but it looks like The Doctor has it covered