Maxli
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She still remembers Rosts last lessons for her. Find something bigger than yourself. Turns out something bigger than herself had found her instead.
She still remembers her mothers lessons, well enough to guide her. Serve life, and she had. But life wasn’t done serving her.
———————-Elisabet lives, buried in snow. Aloy lives, buried in an old world relic.
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What would happen if Elisabet had met Aloy before Aloy knew who Elisabet truly was? And what would happen if Elisabet found her young clone, already shaped by her upbringing in a cruel yet kind new world?
This is going to have a lot of random details about things I find interesting. Mostly what food the tribes would serve, how their languages have evolved, and how Aloy is far less an outsider than she thinks (compared to Elisabet at least).
I’ve not played Forbidden west, won’t until it comes out on PC so any contradictory plot points will simply have to deal.
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30 Mar 2024
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Jesse dies in front of Emily, and the blonde doesn’t realize she can respawn. Cue Emily’s breakdown while Jesse awkwardly explains what had happened.
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- Part 11 of Control Collection
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DATAPOINT://ANCIENT STORY TRANSCRIPT 1 by InterstellarVagabond
Fandoms: Horizon: Zero Dawn (Video Game)
17 Jul 2019
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Recording summary: one of the many stories of the mythological figure Aloy, as told by a Nora storyteller. The tale includes a summary of famous hero's origins and life well up to the time of her death. A good place to start before delving into the more specific stories, most of which are currently still in the translation and transcription phase. See historical records for First Wave Terraforming to clarify any questions regarding referenced machines, programs, and tribes.
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Aloy brings a few friends along with her to the Cut.
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i know it's cold (but i don't mind) by unprofessionalbard
Fandoms: Horizon: Zero Dawn (Video Game)
17 Sep 2019
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“We’re just up by Free Heap,” says Varga, hefting the Stormbird talon. “I can work on this out here, but it might be more comfortable over there.”
Aloy wipes the sweat off her brow; Varga swears electricity clings to her, that she can almost hear crackling in the desert air. Leftover from the Stormbird, maybe. Aloy’s hair looks like fire when it’s framed by the sunset.
“And I think we could both use a real rest,” agrees Aloy.