SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] - Original video: • Whole 'nother Story - ... Music used - "Instrument of Surrender" by Sea Power: • Instrument of Surrender UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRES DE TOI
I assumed he was referring to "snowbirds", which is a term for someone who has a second home in the southern part of the country and goes to live there in the winter lol. But maybe he was talking about actual birds, who knows?
KMOX microphone: +1 Inland Empire: Hey, maybe there is a colony of ants living in this thing? +1 PERCEPTION (Speech): Crystal clear voice -1 INTERFACING: Almost numb fingers
Candid Horned Rims: +1 Visual Calculus: Can't see the leaves anymore +1 Half Light: Can't see the birds anymore -1 Pain Threshold: Can still see February
@@dr.uselessYIIK I loved the description you put up for Half Light. The fact the Half Light just hates everything and is pure agression with no ulterior motives other than hurting anything annoying.
"...and the trees that once cheered us, they're hard to look at this month. It's as if there is some awful truth out there in the trees. It's hiding in the branches. Look at them. Something that's been bothering you for a long time is out there. What is it?"" I can picture playing Disco Elysium, reading this, and unlocking a new thought.
@@kentknightofcaelin4537Inland empire: success. Necktie: “God I fucking hate this guy. Who does he think he is wearing me and being so depressed? It’s like I’m not even here to him, being so gloomy in my presence is a slight against me.”
"My father used to have a saying, that 'if you can live through February, you'll live another year." Something about that whole line just aches. Radiates hurt and sadness.
@@flagrarus I see that, but I guess I just more meant how personal it was, it says a lot about about himself/his dad in just a couple lines. on a side note, in writing, my instinct is to go for "used to say" but "used to have a saying" is so much more vivid and specific without even changing that much... just saying, love the writing throughout this video
Says his father died, that they had a somewhat close relationship, that his father was given to melancholy to the point that he had sayings about death, that he anticipated death perhaps with a jocular nonchalance, that February mattered enough to the father that he had a saying about it, that every February would remind the reporter of his father now as well, that he probably couldn't live through February specifically as he couldn't live another year.
"A desperate flinging off of something that's not true anymore" Bro put all his points in [Insert whatever skill you think suits the quote best since you guys keep arguing], and I love it.
That's so accurate to the game it hurts. The crappy weather. The raggedy clothing. Waxing poetic about how things used to be better, but now it's over. Finding kitschy abandoned items in trash cans. Attacking inanimate objects out of weird spite. Having paranatural visions about the "awful truth" hidden in everyday environments. It's perfect.
"Something that's bothering you for a long time is out there. What is it? You can almost see the shape of it, when all the color is gone, and life is stripped down to the starkness of February" That sounds like a real line from Volition
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] The umbrella functions with a spring mechanism, and has floral patterns all over its wilted canopy. The broken shaft folds and falls as you pick up the sorry thing. EMPATHY [Medium: Success] Someone has abandoned it. Tossed in the bin, and left alone and unwanted. INLAND EMPIRE [Godly: Success] The shattered umbrella drips with what looks like the cold rain, but deep inside you know that it weeps from the loneliness. This is the first time the warmth of a human hand has caressed it in so long. 1. [RED CHECK: Physical Instrument - Formidable 13] Dunk the umbrella back into the bin with force. 2. Put the umbrella back. 3. "Hey Kim- Think we could both fit under this umbrella?"
@@moonshapedabsolution you forgot the looking around pretending not to hear, the sigh, and then the following apprehended agreement once Harry assures him it would greatly benefit the case. Kim is tsundere.
Oh, how right you are. Look at it this way, sure there aren't TVs in the world of Disco Elysium but there is print media. Maybe Guillaume Bevy works at the press.
KMOX is named as such because radio stations west of the Mississipi river start with K, MO = Missouri, and they went with X because they started broadcasting on Christmas Eve 1925 (X-Mas). KMOX
@@rinomavrovic6673 Wow, yeah, it does. Get the scoop. Take notes. Piece the story together. Make it fit, somehow. Would explain why the character needs to talk to so many people, needs to visit so many locations. Damn, now I want to play that. :(
Someone's been a very busy boy. Good on you. Does this mean you're a *very good reporter*? Possibly. Are you? Because it sort of feels like you *are*. Please don't cry.
Wow, both of them could've been writers for ZA/UM. The newscaster especially. He pretty much nailed the atmosphere. Even the random jokes thrown in. Beautiful. The only thing missing was a deadpan Kim Kitsuragi character.
I'm not even kidding this is one of the greatest things I've seen on RU-vid lately. I went in expecting a couple laughs, but the original report was already hauntingly beautiful, and the music and clear parallels with Disco Elysium just made it awe inspiring. This is incredible
Totally agree, I'm actually tearing up after watching it. To be fair, the song already gets me 90% of the way there, but the guy's delivery and the raw poetry push it over the top
@@Hankrecords like what? It’s not gay so they won’t publish it, and it’s not formulaic so they won’t make a movie about it. Edit; everyone wants to ad hominem, but no one can actually address what I’m saying. That should make you wonder, if you aren’t locked into a dogma.
His assessment of that broken springtime umbrella in the February trash can "like a desperate flinging-off of something that's not true anymore" was like watching someone break down modern art in a way you can understand in your bones for the first time.
It suggests, too, that certain birds who can afford it, refuse to leave and stick it out here, out of financial prudence. The desire, perhaps, to expand their retirement nest-egg.
A cracked lens, the distorted figures you see through it feel more accurate than with your own eyes. I should get it fixed, you think every time you see it. But lenses can't be repaired, only replaced. You are more alike than you care to think, perhaps that's why you keep it broken?
here in novosibirsk, russia, november has this vibe, where everyday is cloudy, where snow has not settled yet and is hard to walk on, and every street is half hidden behind a thick snow myst. no month here beats november in the sun deprivation metric. february here is similiar but theres way less snow and ure constantly reminded by this subtle scent of spring that there is summer to follow and not that many months until summer vacations and trips. peace and love to citizens of saint louis all the way from western siberia.
That sucks dude, here in New York September to December is the best time weather wise, you get that beautiful deep green trees that yield to Autumn's golden decay and finally ends in the bespoke minimalim of winters grip, but festooned with lights to bring int he Holiday Cheer. Then January starts and you have months of hell till spring
This is definitely some genre of core for sure. A blend between pessimism and realism, a blurred line between succinct news reporting and a sort of dejected rant about the symbolism of nature and the mundane routines of everyday life. Clinically depressed newscaster core is my favorite.
There is something very comforting in the feeling of melancholy. it is an attractive, addictive feeling. If you aren't careful you can find yourself unable to live without it.
Downtown Syracuse NY has a lot of that going on too. That sentence "Something great happened here, but it's over with" captures the atmosphere of so many formerly gleaming American cities that, while not completely slipping into Gary, Indiana style infamy, just sort of slumped into a grey irrelevance and mediocrity. Not really places people flock to or run from, just places people wind up because life doesn't always go how you hoped and well, you have to live somewhere.
@@thebighurt2495 Yep. Once the Carrier plant shut down a lot of the money went with it (everyone still calls it the Carrier Dome BTW.) Lockheed Martin is looking pretty dead these days whenever I drive past it. Mayhaps the only major remnant of this area's large scale manufacturing heritage is the Anheuser-Busch plant out in Baldwinsville. Nothing comes from here anymore but people.
As someone who was born in February, the great weariness of the world, I love the colour grey as it is the unanimous shade of stone-cold humanity. We're all still here. We won't be, one day. But that doesn't matter as long as we get past the next February, and the next, and the next. Grey is as bad as it gets, but we'll never see black. The whole rest of the rainbow is there to live through. Stay strong, detectives.
@@KittyKatty999 Disco , is so much. It's difficult to pick the most profound scar left on me. @kittykatty999 specifically, was this revelation or confirmation? For me I felt another beating heart similar to mine. The creators were not the enlightenment, but co-conspiritors .
@@evosteff Man you've never lived in a desert have you? This is unquestionably not true there. The heat is oppressive to the point you wonder how anything lives there at all.
LYRICS: February is the worst month of the year, but it's an honest month. It's a month that doesn't hold up life any better than it really is. I mean, look around here. These buildings, they look like they don't even have any lights in them during a work day. And something great happened here, but it's over with. And that's the way February is. You can see it in the way people walk and how they look. Let's go just check out February. This says it all. This has a spring-like or floral pattern on it, but somebody on this February day has abandoned it with its broken shaft, like a desperate flinging off of something that's not true anymore. The expedition is getting desperate. People are throwing things aside. Look around downtown on a February work day. This looks like a place where people who are being punished are sent. If you notice the way people cross the street in February, it's different than in the summer. Nobody is tap dancing or breaking into a Rogers and Hammerstein song. It's their lunch hour and they're just barely able to get across the street and hunker over a bowl of chili. Carbohydrates are big this time of year. Also, lotions because everybody is itchy and tired and irritable. Even the land is tired in February. Most of the birds who can afford it have gone to Florida. And the trees that once cheered us, they're hard to look at this month. It's as if there is some awful truth out there in the trees. It's hiding in the branches. Look at them. Something that's been bothering you for a long time is out there. What is it? You can almost see the shape of it when all the color is gone, but life is stripped down to the starkness of February. To try to hide the bleakness of February, man invented Valentine's Day and also Mardi Gras. But then February answered back with another holiday, Ash Wednesday. What other month could host a holiday that's designed to remind us that we're all going to die? That's February for you. It is bleak, it is honest, and it just tells you the way it really is. My father used to have a saying that if you can live through February, you'll live another year. With a Whole 'nother story, I'm Kevin Killeen.
‘If you can live through February, you’ll live another year.’ My mother died at the beginning of March this year. My brothers and I returned to our grey seaside hometown to spend that last month with her, February. It’s damp biting cold outside was a tonic compared to the stench of dying in the hospital punctuated with regular weeping of grieving relatives. Then that weeping was our own. Had I turned on the news to see this, I actually would have found it comforting. The saccharine BS of normal daytime TV seems like an insult when you have lost someone great. My Dad had known her for 57 years. Children when they met. Now we just need to get him through a few rough Februarys.
This man spits in the face of the news industry. He defies the commercial feel of news and its occasional shallow happiness when it’s allowed. I love every bit of it.
[Drama] Perhaps he is overdoing it sire? [Volition] No, he speaks truth [Esprit de Corps] He speaks for us! [Conceptualization] No, surely he speaks for the world [Electrochemistry] Did he just say Mardi Gras?!
VOLITION [Formidable: Failure] It hurts. Every time, it hurts. You would've expected to become numb, but the ache of years past, and the dread of years to come, are as sharp as they've always been. Sometimes you can forget. But not this time.
"It's as if there's some awful truth out there in the trees, it's hiding in the branches. Look at them. Something that's been bothering you for a long time is out there. What is it? You can almost see the shape of it, when all the colour is gone." Pure poetry.
"Instrument of Surrender" by Sea Power is one of the best atmospheric pieces ever written. Nothing else puts across the idea of a weary, broken-down society where people had big ideas and dreams once, but they died forty years ago, quite like that song. It just says "Yep, it's another day, and the spring is coming and the frost is receding, but nothing will ever happen again. You are at the end of history, and there is nothing to do but wait out the days."
To me, and I've listened to it a lot since finishing the game, it has a silver lining. It acquired this meaning because of the way my Harry did his best to return to form. While highlighting the drab, dreary and almost futile character of our endeavours, to me it also marks the hope and joy, the real, subjective, creative energy that still remains despite all the entropy. The possibility of a brighter individual tomorrow and a better world overall is not lost and I believe we must hold on to this notion not just to survive, but to live. To eventually make something out of this mess that is worthy of our great human spirit.
@@randomserb761 I like your reading as well, speaking as someone who played as a communist on my first run. I want to believe better things are possible, even when the world keeps trying to prove to me that they aren't.
@@hotelmario510 Our circumstances force such defeatism on our minds periodically, but the world *has yet to actually prove* that better things are not possible. On the global scale, the question is objectively open and I think the working people of the world will formulate a response together, eventually 🤗🚩
Maybe it's just a personal derangement of mine but god is that foggy winter city actually just beautiful. The way some structures fade away into the haze, seeming to extend infinitely upwards, the hunched shamblers, this dude's fatalistic poetic monologues... I think this is probably one of my favorite videos now. Never played Disco Elysium (warning to those who may read this; telling me to play it will make me want to play it less) but god does this music and the tone of the setting really fit here as well. This is, to me, a modern expression of the exact same vibe as Claude Monet's Impression Sunrise, or Maybe his Houses of Parliament, Sunrise
I’m a bit surprised to learn that “February is an honest month” isn’t a quote from a famous author but instead a local weather reporter that went viral.
Underrated comment XD Joe Pera is to modern times what Jesus is to Christians. He is the light the way and the truth. He is able to experience, empathize with and capture sadness but he's incapable of not then transmuting it into wisdom and joy
This man is a poet. "It's as is there's some awful truth out there in the trees. It's hiding in the branches." "Something that has been bothering you for a long time is out there. What is it? You can almost see the shape of it, when all the color is gone and life is stripped down to the starkness of febuary."
"If you can live through February, you'll live through another year" We say similar things in Finland but about November; it's truly the greyest, bleakest month up here with short daylight hours and barely any snow yet to brighten things up.
"If you can live through February you can make it another year" That hits hard as someone born in February. I hope this man got a raise after this. It was beautiful and surely would have been nice to hear during such a bleak time.
1:37 This looks a lot like Tallinn, Estonia, near the "Estonia" theatre and concert building in the city centre during a deep autumn, just before snowfall.
