THE RIBBON | Alan Wake 2 Song feat. Cami-Cat!

[Music] the viewer en raptured by the video before them subscribe to the stupendium the video in question was sponsored by REM and epic games it's the edge of understanding the border of the known the breaking point of Reason where logic is dethroned where sense is defenseless and festers on the bone one Rider fights a cycle trying to ride away back home in night [Music] Springs tonight's episode the ribbon we open our protagonist Brash pragmatic fantasist trapped within a cabin frantic grappling with a manuscript passionately grasping for a catalyst but the syntax isn't Landing and grab the draft out from the carriage and abandons it he doesn't really know quite what he's writing but he has to sits en raptured in the flow of what he's typing craping wrists his hands and fits the hammer slam the characters they ride and dance and twist but never seem to parse more than surviving as the gra shifts a bulit flickers for a moment Darkness Falls for just a second but it lingers forms 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riding what he's lived or now reliving what he's written every end with fail Beginnings cast a drift within the L on a lake that turned to Ocean drowning under weight of Legacy when any sentence could be sentenced is the last they ever see our Pages pass Relentless count or not there is no remedy and so he sits again attempts to pen pre emptive threy a morphis in Memorial an effigy uncertain unsure if all this really is himself at least aversion but these Whispers GP The Narrative treat sense with Bleak aversion tendrils bend and break immersion twisting cursive through recursion his words bran out imp pth through dark to follow through trees with Pages P so high he's lost the forest Rel leaves no saying wants to believe it doesn't want him to leave until these Pages end up bound to make the story repeat wake up these TS the night falls see what dark part might calls you can fight you R you right life and the light you see it the right fall you need the propol to get a prop service you 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as the manuscript the part you were ashamed of I'm the part you tried to I'm the part you told yourself didn't keep you awake at night I'm the part of you that's better you just can't CU seeed them right so you poured me into pages and I guess I'm just your type you m work for your self worth but tell me what is that sell for and was the Journey Through Hell worth how short you fell on the bell curve and one day they'll forget you but I story to tell first cuz I'm the face that you gave them to be you and maybe I'm well first what am I when you're already a Shadow of Yourself tell me who would look at this and then take that down off the shelf you had it buddy all of it the fame the Glam the wealth but what's it worth if you w't play the hand the around Us Bel nightmares don't use logic yeah we know that you can read that they're hoping for the credits but it's me who's supposed to lead all that H come in your head but where's the quote to make you see that perhaps you're antithetical to the Poetry of me the answers weite to and chapters that can't be defined pigment of black and the parchment of white the figments they track through the dark to the light the Hammers and keys and the patterns they weave the fragments of me that they trap in between we all have to write on the pages but you can't live life on both sides of the r to the riv in a CLE repeating another chapter ended but not an arc Jour a narrative repeating for a plot he can't discern he's riding a departure but he's still yet to learn that every line he starts must always end at the return and there you have it a vicious cycle scored by the half Hammer of keys in the ring of the typewriter a riter cursed to relive his own words trapped in a world of his own making a novel concept Everyone likes to get lost in a good book but be careful what you read in night [Music] Springs Allan Wake 2 the long awaited sequel was not just a video game it was a dark Labyrinth mystery a gripping Thriller a mind-bending horror experience the stupendium a content creator and only half decent impressionist had been hired by the game developers to promote it in the GU of the game protagonist with a flicker the atre gave way to gameplay footage Alan a rider trapped in a world of his own creation and Saga a federal agent test was solving a string of drizzly murders was seen exploring beautifully rendered environments fighting nightmarish creatures the Intriguing hook of their unlikely and entwined circumstances combined with a stupendium musical interpretation hopefully enticing the viewer to learn more the game was available on Playstation Xbox and PC via the Epic store and the stupendium was incredibly grateful to remedy and to Epic for their sponsorship the dialogue continued as the ad read gave way to the end slate options appeared from the darkness a playlist of more songs information about streaming platforms a subscribe button the viewer elated by the quality of the content they had just seen could not help but like comment and subscribe an unfathomable compulsion made sure they rang the bell for updates on new content as always the stupendium would attempt to end with a joke a humorous quip to close out the video but this time the punchline was a cliff hand

Channel: The Stupendium

Views: 440,045

Keywords: Alan Wake, Alan Wake 2, Alan Wake II, Remedy, Remedy Entertainment, Stupendium, Bright Falls, Saga Anderson, Saga, Mr Scratch, Nerdcore, Cult of the Tree, Control, Slide into the Void, Manuscript

Id: OVF2WIzZqGo

Length: 8min 40sec (520 seconds)

Published: Fri Nov 03 2023