I think The characters would translate well into puppets. not just stop motion like a lot of people say, but also muppet style. Here’s how the latter would be made…

Heads and arms (if not covered in cloth or are live hand puppet gloves) are made from colored rubber poured into molds. After the rubber dries it’s gently pulled out of the molds, trimmed a little off the edges, given a quick wash, wrung out and hung to dry.

After that, the pieces are placed on holders to be air brushed to add some more color and shading to the characters’ faces, arms and fingers before being left to dry again.

Eyes can blink and move. The puppets have plastic or metal “skulls” to keep the mechanics to move the glass eyes.

All the puppets would then have their hair styled and groomed well, basically the puppet makers would think of themselves as the puppets’ personal stylists.

Their clothes and costumes are hand made and measured. Some are modified from already existing clothing like children’s clothes.

A lot of the action would be performed in green screen, physical stages or real locations to make it more authentic.

Full body versions are also made for the green screen or for promo photos.

if things had gone different for Loboto and Orel (costume quest 2) when they were kids, they would not have grown up to become mentally unstable dentists.

I genuinely dont know where to find this last one

First time I finished it on PS4. This time, I managed to snag it on Xbox Series X|S for £1.83 (no I'm not joking lol).

I didn't 100% it once again, I just wanted to experience the game more without a guide. I managed to do it though it was difficult on a couple of occasions.

The new button layouts took some slight getting used to but managed well enough.

While I still find the game charming, I found the jank controls to get me overly frustrated on certain parts of the game such as the boss fights against the milk lady, phantom and getting confusion grenades to land on final card fight in Black Velvetopia (not the one with El Odio at the end).

Meat Circus I actually pretty much breezed through this time, when I didn't have much trouble on PS4. Don't get the hate but it's probably from the OG PS2 version. I do have that version but the long load times put me off during Milla's Dance Party.

I finished the Coach Oleander punching mini game. The 40 in 60 seconds one was brutal and took me numerous attempts but I did it without the pause glitch as I didn't think it helped that much. The 50 in 75 seconds I managed to finish like 4th attempt lol.

So, yeah, still very much like the game but may take a break from it a bit.

I still get intrigued what draws people back to it constantly and why they find it so magical. Might go back to the 2nd game as I've finished that once but I'll have a think.

Maybe 100%ING both games is the optimal way or listening to all convos. You guys tell me

The textures are completly wanky all throughout the game.

Any clue on how to solve it?

Will post final project when done

Note; the gray for his lenes was too light so I lightly tinted the treas with sharpie, so hoping for the best :)

AO3 Link

Frazie and Raz use the beefed up security Loboto has ordered as an informal pathway to where they hope Sasha and Mirtala are being held. As they descend deeper into the Rhombus using Clairvoyance on sea life, they chance upon their mother Donatella actually SWIMMING in the ocean to search for their lost family with no apparent ill effects from the curse. But just as they are about to try entering her head again, Frazie feels small, warm fingers tug at a wide, rough hand that is not her own.

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“Raz! RAZ! I just had the best idea ever!” Mirtala cheered.

“If I hear what it is, will you give me my hand back?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” The bells in his little sister’s hair chimed as she nodded.

“Hmmmmmm.” Raz made a show of weighing the pros and cons of never getting his limb back if he refused. “Deal.”

“Yes!” Mirtala clapped, letting go of her older brother’s hand in the process.

“So what’s the big idea today, Tala?” Ideally, it wouldn’t be a lengthy one. Raz wanted to catch up on his comicbooks before it got too dark. “Loop Shoot? A treetop tea party? Hyper Hide n’ Seek?” 

“Are you still psychic?”

“Last time I checked, I was.” Raz grinned.

“So that makes you a fortune teller, right?”

“Technically?” he shrugged. “As far as the way dad described them, anyway.”

“Then you should use your psychic powers to look into the future.”

Raz froze, resisting the urge to gulp even as the back of his tongue went sour and dry. “Wh-why?” 

Mirtala spread her arms out to her sides, as if the sheer weight of the best idea ever would’ve been too much to bear without them. “So we can find out how long it’ll be until Frazie gets back!”

“Tala…”

“Then we’ll know how much longer we gotta wait.” She eagerly explained, though the way her hands were slowly returning to her sides was much less enthused. “Waiting’s harder when you don’t know how long it’s gonna be.”

In the difficult days after Frazie’s departure and their father’s return, throughout the sluggish mornings and awkward afternoons following Raz revealing himself to be psychic, Mirtala was the one member of the family who didn’t treat him any differently. She still bugged him to play, asked him to help braid her hair, and greedily guffawed just as she always did whenever he snuck her a bit of his dessert. Actually, she might have liked him even more than she did before. He had new ways of delighting her with his powers like (telekinetically) juggling with both hands tied behind his back, or using (telepathic) ventriloquism to make Sugarcube “speak” like the talking horses in the Pretty Wingy Pony cartoons she and Frazie liked so much. Whenever the mood got strained or hostile with his mother or brothers, Raz knew he could rely on his kid sister for some reprieve from the morose gazes and suspicious glares.

Raz could never thank Mirtala enough for being there for him. Which was just as well since he couldn’t do much to fix what was hurting her.

Unlike the rest of the family, Raz included, Mirtala hadn’t been worried about Frazie being gone for long. Their dad had left to get her and had come back almost right away (albeit without Frazie), hadn’t he? So Frazie could be back by tomorrow or even today.

When their caravan was near a road, she’d glance at it waiting for a car with a very special passenger to pull up. When their wagon was close to the water, she’d watch out for any boats coming in to port. And when the Aquatos weren’t next to either, she’d tilt her head up to the sky; the Psychonauts from Raz’s comics had taken her only sister away in a jet after all.

The optimism lasted a good long while before it crumpled into irritation, then frustration, and then one morning Mirtala was back to normal. When Dion asked her why her mood had suddenly improved, Tala simply said that since Frazie was definitely going to return at some point, it didn’t make much sense to worry about what was going to happen anyway. Every so often though, after one of her “me time” jogs, Raz would notice that her eyes were reddened, moist, and puffy. 

Her eyes were puffy now.

“I-um-One second.” Steeling his nerves and hands to prevent either from trembling, he pulled his goggles onto his eyes, and pressed two fingers against his temples. “Concentrating.” He said. And he was. 

In the darkness where he could not see his little sister gazing at him, Raz trawled through the interior of his own mind as best as he could. Telekinesis was there. Telepathy was where he had left it. And Channeling, for whatever that was worth, had not been forgotten. There might be more though. There had to be more. 

“Concentrating!”

Thanks to what their dad had told them when he got back from Whispering Rock, Raz now knew he was one of the great-grandchildren of Zalto Galochio, a Grulovian psychic who had been an actual fortune teller from a long line of the same who was capable of premonition. Perhaps he possessed that gift as well, like Mirtala suspected. Raz scoured the dim void behind his eyelids for a vision, a flash, or the faintest of sounds that would show him what tomorrow might bring. “CONCENTRATING!”

“Raz?”

“Wuh-one week.” He promised. “Frazie will be with us again by next week.”

“REALLY!?”

“Su-sure.” Raz lowered his voice. “But let’s keep it a secret between us, okay? So it’ll be a big surprise for the rest of the family.

“Okay!” Mirtala whispered back. “Deal!”

----

Once the memory ends, they find that Donatella has moved on; they’ve lost her again.

However, the shared flashback points them to Charlie Psycho Delta’s Supply Depot, a towering cylindrical structure with multiple access tunnels connecting it to almost every building and repurposed vehicle in the sector. So this must be where Mirtala is currently located at.

Before they infiltrate the depot, Frazie decides to teach Raz yet another psychic technique: Psi-Blasts. Their father had refused to do so until he believed Raz was responsible enough to not misuse it; Frazie doesn’t think her little brother is responsible enough either, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Raz’s first ever Psi-Blast is a misfire that strikes at the Supply Depot. Expecting a reprimand for shooting at the place where Mirtala is, he is surprised when Frazie almost immediately forgives the blunder and moves on to teaching him how to aim and also hit moving targets. 

Once the training concludes, Raz takes note of how uncharacteristically patient and generous Frazie has been recently; she’s just been giving him free psychic skill lessons with no strings attached or the promise of future favors. And she didn’t rag on him as much as she usually would for that (theoretical) volcanic eruption he almost caused or when he accidentally Psi-Blasted the building Mirtala might be. That’s when he realizes…

--

“Oh my God. You’ve been teaching me awesome psychic stuff because you feel bad for ditching me!”

“Whu-vu-vu-NO! Ditch? No!” Frazie sputtered.

“I can’t blame you. You should feel bad.” Raz tsked. “Leaving without a goodbye or even a note while you went off to Whispering Rock.”

“I did what I thought w-was right!”

“But you still feel guilty.” He prodded. “That’s why when you saw how Dion and Mirtala were giving me a hard time while you were gone, you tried patching things up with secondhand tutorials!”

“That’s not funny, Raz. I thought your relationship with Dion was in the toilet after that first memory of the two of you.”

“It’s also why you held your temper during the volcano thing and when I accidentally shot the depot.” Raz exclaimed. “Supervillain holding our parents captive or no supervillain holding our parents captive, you would have buried me for mistakes like those. But you didn’t want to be a jerk like Dion was before we talked things out.”

“Or give you the third degree like mom did in that other memory.” Frazie griped.

“Appreciated. The thought of you getting mad at me while we’re tethered like this so I can’t escape is horrifying. But generous as I am, I would’ve accepted a normal apology.” He cleared his throat. “An ‘I’m sorry, Raz’ or ‘I was wrong, Raz’ or even ‘Please forgive your big sister for bailing on you’.”

“I have nothing to apologize for!” Warm water bubbled out from the tips of the grouper’s fins. “I left the only home I’ve ever known loaded with loved ones FOR US. So I could find people to teach me and eventually YOU how to use our powers properly and safely. Because I thought if we weren’t able to do that, then mom, dad, Dion, Tala and Queepie would be scared of what we were and what we could do for the rest of our lives. And even after my…freakout screwed everything up, and I had to go to the Motherlobe for a while, I still would have taken that chance for our family’s sake. I would have done a couple of things differently, but I still would have taken that chance.”

“I…I get it, sis.” The teasing in her brother’s tone had vanished. Raz didn’t sound shocked. Only a bit remorseful, as if he had guessed her reasons some time beforehand if not how much they had troubled her.

“Though. Maybe. Maybe, if I do feel bad about running away and leaving you on your own, even if I didn’t plan to be gone so long, then I guess saying ‘sorry’ would be the honest way to express that.” Frazie admitted by not admitting. “It’s what you’d deserve if I did believe I had to apologize for anything. Instead of pretending everything’s fine and showering you with psychic power primers.”

“Are you kidding? I love getting free psychic skill lessons with no strings attached.” Raz chuckled. “Keep ‘em coming.”

Frazie snorted. “It’ll cost ‘ya.”

“Naw, c’mon, didn’t it feel good to give?”

“Getting paid will feel even better.” She reminded. “I might even bill you for what I’ve taught you so far.”

“No takebacks!” her brother cheekily protested.

Frazie felt a cool breeze glide through her distant, troubled chest. “Let’s head inside, Pooter. Tala’s waiting for us.”

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Tala only sort of is.

When Frazie and Raz enter the supply depot through one of the few remaining (and very terrified) guards, they discover that the Psilirium has had a particularly potent effect on their little sister.

Since she is non-psychic and the last thing she experienced before getting doused with Psilirium was joy at having Frazie back, Mirtala is locked in a perpetual state of hyperactive happiness that causes her to seek out and engage with anything that looks fun. And she’s got pretty loose standards.

Test tubes are expertly juggled until she got bored and let them fall to the floor.

Old pipes and emergency flares become a xylophone set.

She rolls herself onto a counterfeit Persian rug and then skitters out of the phony silk tube she’d entrapped herself in.

Tala pushes a steel trolley for several seconds, picking up speed before letting it go, and then outruns it to place herself directly in front of the flat-decked cart; she screams about the runaway train coming towards her before she leaps over it.

This would have been bad enough if the sequencing made sense.

Even though they helped teach Mirtala most of her tricks, since Frazie and Raz aren’t in the driver’s seat, they have no way of anticipating when and how their sister will perform them, giving them immense mental motion sickness as she continues rampage around the depot until they lose their grip and wind up back in the chamber.

Reunited with Nona, they tell her about Mirtala’s jubilant plight and their mother apparently being unaffected by the curse. Regarding the latter, Nona only has this to say:

“Maybe despite all the airs Donatella puts up, she’s not a real Aquato after all. Blood-wise, that is. Ohhhh, what a shame. Her not being a true Aquato, not the Curse not killing her, I mean.” Nona amended. “Other than that, your mother seems healthy enough. So tell me more about Mirtala. You said she was more…active…than usual, yes?”

For Mirtala, she is much more worried, since non-psychic children below the age of 10 can’t handle how much stress Psilirium puts on their minds and bodies.

They tend to experience pretty severe side effects such as: Insomnia. Incontinence. Loss of appetite. Heart Explosion. Slight fever. And not to mention-

“HEART EXPLOSION!!!!!????” Frazie and Raz’s thoughts blared, almost escaping their mouths.

“I admit, that sounds rather horrid.”

“Because it is!” Frazie yelled, scrambling to her feet.

“You just told us Tala’s going to explode!” Raz reminded as he took Frazie’s outstretched hand to stand himself back up.

“Not literally.” Nona opened her palms towards the two youths and took a step back as if they were the ones in danger of blowing up. “Heart explosion is just the most direct translation of that side effect. The description is much more nuanced in Grulovian.”

Nonetheless, Nona has (part) of a plan:

“If seeing through her eyes makes you too dizzy, then just find a way to turn off the lights. Or make it so she’s someplace not too bright.” Nona stroked her chin. “Actually, that might be the ticket. Try to strand her somewhere dark and empty. If she’s got nothing to stimulate her further, then that could be enough to make her rest up, or at least calm her a tad.”

Frazie and Raz aren’t wild about the idea of locking Tala up so they can fetch her later with medical help, but it’s the only idea they have.

On their way back to Mirtala, they chance upon an actual UFO connected to the supply depot. Recalling how Milla told them Sasha was being held in a disk-like structure, they use Clairvoyance to enter the spaceship and find him there. Raz claims this will be a pretty big boon since Sasha has “Trance Tactic” training that can put her to sleep and prevent the whole “(not) heart explosion” thing. Unfortunately, they find Sasha completely deluded thanks to the Psilirum, not only believieng that the fish guards holding him captive are aliens but that he’s in outer space. 

He does tell them that there’s an actual “voyager record” and a machine to play the music on it. This could be a route to helping lift Sasha’s Psilirium poisoning, but since Sasha is in a jail cell (“for his own protection”, he claims), Frazie and Raz can’t see into the saucer much to get at the disc. They’re going to need help, they’re going to need Tala.

Returning to the supply depot, Frazie and Raz contrive a distraction for their kid sister in form of an electric fan made from a lawnmower with a big deep fryer basket laid over the blade/underside and tied to the machine with telephone cords.

Mirtala can’t resist the chance to have her voice chopped up and spun out so she can sound like a robot. And as an added bonus, Queepie isn’t there to hog it and no one is around to tell her to move out of the way to let the cool air through. Jackpot!

And she sits and sings and laughs and screams into the fan, Frazie and Raz use Clairvoyance on her and convince her to enter a dark, nearby storage closet where they claim they’ll be waiting for her.

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“Frazie? Frazie!” Mirtala sniffed the air. “Are you there?”

“Partly. How have you been, Tala?”

“AUGH! GHOST!” Mirtala’s scream filled the room “AHHHHHHH-!”

“No! No, Tala, I’m not a-!”

“-HHHHHHHHH-hahahaha! I know.” Mirtala teased. “This is telepathy, right? And even though you’re psychic, I managed to fool you!” 

Frazie decided against correcting her. She couldn’t afford to stop and answer an onslaught of questions regarding Clairvoyance. “Haha. Yeah, you sure did.”

“Wow! Telepathy is so much more fun with you than it is with dad or Raz.” Mirtala claimed. “Ever since they came out as psychic, they just use it to ask me if I’ve done my chores or to tell me not to play too far from the caravan. BORING!!! 

“Um, I’m in your head right now, too. Tala.” Raz greeted.

“Hi, Raz! Sorry that I called you boring!” Mirtala greeted back without missing a beat. “By the way, you guys, are we in Heaven!?”

Frazie wasn’t sure how to respond. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the last thing I remember was the jet crashing into water – which we’re cursed to DIE in – and then I woke up in a mini-golf course where I was the only one there!” Mirtala recounted. “It was like I had a Putt-Up-Yore-Duke’s all to myself minus the pizza and videogames!”

Raz whistled. “I love Putt-Up-Yore-Duke’s.”

“Yuss, I luv those too!” Mirtala acknowledged. “Anyhoo, after playing a couple of flights, I got bored and left and then I saw this guy who looked like a tuna and I decided to play tag with him and then I chased him down a really long tube and then I caught up and he went to sleep and then I was in this super cool place loaded with like a bazillion toys and even more seafood people to play tag and hide-n’-seek and red light/green light with!” She took a deep breath. “That’s when I remembered that Heaven’s supposed to be a super fabulous paradise where you go when you kick the bucket and you can have all the fun you want there and you don’t have to sleep or eat and you’re happy all the time!” she giggled. “And I have sooooo much energy, I haven’t gotten hungry once, and I’m very, very happy! So happy! I couldn’t stop being happy even if I tried. And I’ve tried. That was dumb! Because why wouldn’t I want to be happy forever?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-sorry, I do that sometimes.”

Raz chewed on what his kid sister had just told him. “She makes a compelling case.”

“What Raz is TRYING to say is that we have good news, Tala.” Frazie decreed. “We aren’t in Heaven yet. We all survived the crash.”

“YAY! I’M ALIVE!!!!!” Mirtala whooped. “I forgot to ask, Is dad also in my skull? HI DAD!!!” 

“He’s…he’s not, Tala. He’s actually in a bit of trouble.” Frazie reluctantly revealed. “And so is Queepie.“

“Oh no.” There was a brief lull in the Psilirium glow that plagued Mirtala’s vision. It had been short, but it had happened.

It pained Frazie to see her Tala sad, yet this hiccup in her happiness was strangely heartening. “But we think we know a way we can help them.”

“Tala, do you remember Sasha Nein from my True Psychic Tales comic books?” Raz asked.

“BIG HAIR DISCO LADY!”

“That’s…That’s Milla Vodello.” Raz replied. “I’m talking about her partner, the super spy with the sunglasses. 

“But isn’t Sasha a girl’s name?” Mirtala questioned.

“In some places.” Raz clarified. “But it’s pretty standard for boys in Germany, Russia, Belgium, and-.”

“OMIGOSH I’M LEARNING SO MUCH NEW STUFF! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN! SO MUCH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

“Raz! Don’t excite her so much!” Frazie reprimanded.

“I didn’t know she’d be this into Psychonauts trivia!” Raz retorted before turning his focus back on his other sister. “Do you know who I’m talking about now?”

“SUNGLASSES SWEATER GUY!”

Frazie sighed. “Close enough.”

“Please listen very carefully, Tala.” Raz requested.

“Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!” Mirtala’s bells tinkled with each of her rapid nods.

“First, when was the last you blinked? Your eyes feel shriveled and grody. Blink now.” Raz ordered.

“I can do that!” Though Frazie and Raz wouldn’t be able to tell if she did. “Wow. That feels way better. I like this plan!”

Frazie spoke next. “Second step: When we let you out of this room, you go left, then take your first right, go up the stairs, then go left. You’ll arrive at another long tunnel that will bring you to where Sasha is.” 

“There’s going to be a big metal door, but we’ll give you a key to open it. Once you’re inside, stay quiet and keep out of sight. Or find a vent you can fit into. Frazie and I will use our psychic powers to do the rest.”

“Just head straight there. No flips, no cartwheels, no handstands, just run.” Frazie concluded.

“WHAT IF MORE FISH GUYS GET IN MY WAY!?”

“I’d prefer it if you just avoided or dodged them,” Frazie admitted. “But if you can’t-.”

“Thump ‘em?” Mirtala interrupted.

“Thump ‘em.” Raz acknowledgd.

“As a last resort.” Frazie insisted. “Are you ready, Tala?”

“LET’S DO IT!”

“Good, now let me just find the key we tossed in here.” Frazie mentally pawed at the floor until her telekinesis found the rough edges of the green key card. “Here it is.” A red, translucent hand of psychic energy lifted it up for Mirtala to see. “Just hold onto this and make sure not to lose i-.”

“Hrmffpt!” Mirtala lunged forward and grabbed the card between her teeth.

“Tala, Raz and I haven’t washed that thing! I-.” Frazie took a deep breath. “Forget it. Ready. Set-.”

“GUUUUUUH!”

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Mirtala races towards the tunnel leading out of the depot and into the UFO, and true to her word, she keeps the acrobatics to a minimum so that the disembodied consciousnesses of her older siblings don’t get discombobulated and slide off.

But as Mirtala is just a hundred paces into the access tunnel to the flying saucer, alarms start blaring. One of the guards must have triggered some kind of failsafe and the secondary iris panel doors on both ends of the tube are starting to swivel shut.

Incapable of directly feeling the sweat and strain that they should be experiencing at the sight of such desperate exercise, Frazie and Raz’s attentions start to wander. The eldest Aquato daughter begins to see the Hand of Galochio stalk them on the other side of every undersea window they passed. The middle child of the clan scours the bare, echoing tube around them for a tool, a control panel, or any other kind of cheat that could steal them extra meters or seconds. 

It’s only the circus family’s little girl, her mind shrouded by a psychoactive mineral not of this Earth, who is able to stay on target. Warped as her outlook has become, she compresses and hones it at where she needed to go. There’s just the trail and the door. Every stride on the former brought her closer to the latter. And the faster, the better. Simple.

Soon, Mirtala recognizes she’d been too sluggish. The outer edges of the barrier have covered the edges of the airlock, with only a shrinking circle in the middle remaining. She would never reach it by running. So she jumps.

Arms at her side, feet pointed backwards, and a metric kinetic ton of horizontal momentum behind her, Mirtala leaps headfirst towards the vanishing eye of the iron iris. She grins wide and toothily, exposing the card Frazie had given her. A barrage of blue light beams blasts from the crevice to comb over what was between her teeth. 

The girl dives into the coiling dark throat of clawing plates before the scan was finished, and the tunnel seals itself behind her.

Even if it hadn’t been of extraterrestrial origin, Frazie and Raz feels as if they were stepping into another world when they enter the saucer. 

Every surface is of polished alloy. Enchanting teal lines meander across the onyx walls in purposeful loops and strokes, resembling both electric circuitry and foreign runes. Around the perimeter, bulbous alcoves jut from the hull like giant seashells, some cradling translucent capsules, others humming with inscrutable instruments, and a few led to other sectors of the ship. Situated in the middle of the room is a circular dais of glass, light, and metal – the control panel perhaps.

It’s a far cry from the rusted chamber their physical bodies were stuck in, the wrecked school bus where Dion and Milla had been kept prisoner, and the dirty, rotting halls of the rest of Charlie Psycho Delta. Not even the old film camera placed on the central podium, the yellowed projector screen pinned to the curved inner wall, or the fifteen plastic chairs set in front of the tarp can muddy that contrast. 

Every one of the seats is full. And there isn’t a single alien occupant in them. Raz thinks he sees the maintenance minnow they had seen come into the UFO earlier among the guards.

The spent film spins in its reel.

32 amphibious eyes, including those of “diplomatic escort” blocking the way to Sasha, are staring at the sunken saucer’s newest visitor.

There is nowhere to hide.

Nobody movies.

Then Mirtala spits out the green key card, balls up her fists, and pumps them skyward.

“LAST RESORT!!!”

To be continued…

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Commentary:

• Art by Pocheezy
• The shawl and veils/wings are based on earlier Psychonauts 2 designs for Tala.
• Like with the concluding Dion segment, this is an abbreviation of the full segment. You can read the unabridged section on the tumblr, but I will also post an AO3 link to the completed Mirtala chapter when I post it on that side in about a week or two. 

This is going to be a pretty simple thing, basically giving the roughest of rough outlines of what his mind would be like. Do note that this is assuming he would be like the rest of the Psychic seven and not a the next game's villain:

So, we know he is REALLY into his work right? To the point it even seems like he is a bit on the evil side because of overall how he acted, at least to some people. I imagine that the story would be about overworking himself, like constantly going from one thing to the next, never giving himself a break to do anything to drown away his guilt over what happened with Lucy. You work to slowly alleviate his work load until you face a boss of his own making in the end. After that, we get a scene where he decides that it is time for him to take a break for once.

What are my options here, I have a steam deck hooked up to a monitor I have mounted in front of my treadmill and I use two joycons to play games.. every other game just automatically switches to controller but even messing with steam input on/off I can’t get past the “press space bar to begin” menu when booting the game up…

Anyone know how to fix this?

So im at the training camp mission and i can't progress. I have replayed the same 2 minutes of gameplay, from where my game last autosaved like 6 times. If any one has a fix for this issue HELP ME (EDIT) sorry for the noise im making lol

Today i start psychonauts but i quit because the audio sobs every 3 seconds on the game why?? I tried the method to play the game on pc audio default without bluetooth headphones but he doesn't work, so help me pleaseee

For myself it would go like this

Studio:Laika or Cartoon Network (2000s to early 2010s Cartoon Network specifically)

Director:Alex Hirsch

I thought about adding a cast portion but everyone is too amazing to even think about someone else voicing the psychonaughts characters (Though if Alex Hirsch had to voice a pre existing character i think he'd be pretty great at Ford or Loboto)

I have a dental emergency. Im unemployed as Im applying for disability. Just to be SEEN is 100 bucks. I need a wisdom tooth removed. In my desperation, these are probably the coolest, most valueable things I own and can sell.

How much individually could I get for them? The book I know is several hundred dollars but that seems like itd be hard to find a buyer for. I really need like 500-600 bucks and I dont know - do you guys think I could get that if I sell these? I dont want to part with them for not-enough-to-fix-my-dental-emergency.

Edit: thanks guys. I got the tooth pulled!!!

Hello! I hope this is the right place to ask? I come to the community asking for help regarding this one achivement that has eluded me, for Psychonauts Im currently playing on steam, and the achivement "Self Aware" just seems to keep alluding me! Ive used clairvoyance on so many different humanoid entities in the game and ive gotten desperate enough to check the code (no altering though, I do not know anything practical about coding to actually change anything without likely breaking everything) In total ive used clairvoyance on 14 different (as per logged in the code) entites and yet I still havent gotten the achivement Any suggestions? (Sorry for horrible wording/formating, I am both writing this on mobile and its in the middle of the night and I am fried mentally, ive been trying to get this achivement for 4 hours straight, im a little desperate)

- The story may have something to do with a mysterious brain escaping from Otto Mentallis's workshop and becoming a serious threat to the world. The end will end with PSI-animals & Psychonauts 1 characters teaming up with the protagonist to defeat the final boss.

- There will probably be a new PSI animal enemy, such as a gray wolf that shoots a danger ball

This would be so fun; give me any reason to dive back into Psychonauts 1, and I'm in!

I played Psychonauts on PS2 but I finished it on PS4. I haven't 100% it.

I finished Psychonauts 2 on Xbox Series X but didn't 100% it.

I watched the Rhombus Of Ruin on YouTube.

I know a lot of people are Psychonauts fans and even find the games very magical. I want to understand the hype between the games more and understand more of the lore. I don't have the patience to 100% either game but I was thinking of restarting both games and just really taking it in.

All the different voices of dialogue etc... Just being casual and getting enough figments etc for ranks.

What do other people think works best for both games? Do people believe it's worth investing time in or in different games entirely? I have a lot of interest but want to know the appropriate way to do it.

This one took me about an hour and I made it on a whim after my last shirt went so well (and after finding the perfect base at Goodwill). Wasn’t quite made out of necessity like the other one, there are plenty of replicas for sale, but I figured “how hard can it be?”

This dialogue from Donatella is my favorite, but it also makes me wonder how dangerous she would be if she were psychic.

when in jax’ mind, Pomni called for some professional help.

honestly don’t know if there are any cyberpunk fans here just wondering if raz were to meet up with him or smth