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This is what fascinates me about Peter Lukas. His sense of malice is… off. Muted?
There was a way he could have done his ritual by targeting people no one would have cared about. Even his work with the Tundra is… perfunctory, maybe, is the word?
What a half-hearted monster https://twitter.com/tmaminuscontext/status/1248268523375296512
There was a way he could have done his ritual by targeting people no one would have cared about. Even his work with the Tundra is… perfunctory, maybe, is the word?
What a half-hearted monster https://twitter.com/tmaminuscontext/status/1248268523375296512
I really can’t help but feel like the Lukas’ got it wrong.
It’s like…. gestures slightly. It’s like how when you domesticate foxes, they lose their color.
There’s something colorless about Peter Lukas. He *lacked*.
Appetite, or ambition. Cruelty. Kindness.
It’s like…. gestures slightly. It’s like how when you domesticate foxes, they lose their color.
There’s something colorless about Peter Lukas. He *lacked*.
Appetite, or ambition. Cruelty. Kindness.
Over and over again in the Magnus Archives, people try to make a monster. A nightmare of their own design. Something that can be controlled, or at least, something that doesn’t require the luck of a sincerely spontaneous manifestation (see Breekon and Hope, Annabelle Cane)
What fascinates me is when you lay all these attempts out, you can so easily organize them along a line of just how successful they were.
Peter, to me, sits with Agnes square in the middle of that line. The ‘should have worked’. the ‘no reason* NOT to have worked’.
but yet.
Peter, to me, sits with Agnes square in the middle of that line. The ‘should have worked’. the ‘no reason* NOT to have worked’.
but yet.
*Okay one reason, in Agnes’ case, but still.
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They’re technically a success. But yet. Where’s the drive? The malice? the motivation? Where’s the *appetite*? Peter ate like a man with a Soylent subscription- perfunctory, on a schedule, always the same.
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They’re technically a success. But yet. Where’s the drive? The malice? the motivation? Where’s the *appetite*? Peter ate like a man with a Soylent subscription- perfunctory, on a schedule, always the same.
I am, at this point, convinced that the issue is Choice. The show makes this clear again and again. It’s a Choice. You *Chose*. You don’t actually have to die to become a monster; you just have to choose, and death happens to be a very clean thing to need to choose about.
Agnes never had a choice. The barest hint of realizing she could have had a choice destroyed her. Peter never had more of a choice then ‘leave’.
…and then, at one extreme of the scale, we have our Gerry.
I wonder just how many times, how many ways, he chose No.
…and then, at one extreme of the scale, we have our Gerry.
I wonder just how many times, how many ways, he chose No.
And on the OTHER side of the scale... well. Well.
As an aside, I wonder what happens when you try to ‘make’ a monster from the other aspects? I mean. Probably nothing good. But it’s an interesting formula to apply.
As an aside, I wonder what happens when you try to ‘make’ a monster from the other aspects? I mean. Probably nothing good. But it’s an interesting formula to apply.
