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Lobotomy Corporation OST - Yesod Suppression (Sephirah Meltdown Theme)
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- Опубліковано 30 чер 2021
- The track of 'I can't see shit.' The original titles for each phase are 'untitled9877645623413123325' and 'Faded.'
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''Do i look like i know what a jpeg is?''
Ah, a man of culture. How about some Bepis?
I just _want a PICTURE_ *_OF A GODAMN HOT DOG!_*
Oh...you beat to the punch on the joke. Well too late now.
@@solemnjohnson7028 Solemn's lament
@@Nope-en9bo DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING
When the wifi drops by 1 bar
my eyes are still recovering from doing his supression in the middle of the night honestly
i feel you man. i always used to forget to wear my glasses while i'm on the computer, but after this i learned my lesson and i haven't forgotten once lmao
@@nerobright9959well, nothing really changes if you put on your glasses anyway
@@kaitik5468 true, but my eyes would have hurt a lot less if I'd worn them from the start
@@kaitik5468 lol, I'm near sighted, and can confirm. if you want to cheat this cores surpression, just don't wear your visual aids, and it'll be like his ability has no effect.
that must have been an ordeal, and being the middle of the night , likely a midnight ordeal.
Yesod: “Looks like someone forgot their computer readers!”
Me: “Yeah what’s the problem with tha-“
*Gets flashbanged*
Yesod : You can’t beat me
Me : I know but he can
‘My 110 hour of playing muscle memory’
day 47: I'm about to end this man's whole career
@@makiatto_wait it's diffrent in day 47?
@@EKURAIN oh you sweet summer child
@@EKURAINYou will have tons of fun when you get there, but dont search it up or you will spoil the surprise, and it even gets better the farther you go.
@@makiatto_ wasn't it, like, all the upper core supressions at once?
-random work types
-below 144p visuals
-healing don't work from nearly everything
-reduced stats
I remember right before finishing I had to kill Mountain of Smiling Bodies in 144p
Mountain of Smiling JPEGs
i don't think it's even 144p at the end of the suppression honestly
Unregistered Hypercam
the only way i can describe this core suppression is "silly." the completely unreadable menus... the infinitely-bitcrushed employees... it's so silly
it really is the silliest suppression. yesod just jpegs your ass. that's it that's the suppression
@@lampaddict7885 you're on thin ice with that second sentence
@@eyeunderscorezee did i stutter
@@lampaddict7885 :holdingbacktears:
@@lampaddict7885 what if i jpegged your ass
YOU ARE GOING TO THE *LOW-RES DIMENSION*
One thing that I really like about Lobotomy Corporation's core suppression music is that they fit the respective sephirah's mental breakdown well. Yesod's music starts with low and rhythmical beats, showing his rationality. But as the day progresses, the music breaks down further, introducing unstable and "broken" music effects, showing his anxiety and how he can't hold it anymore. As the day reaches the end, the low and calm notes are all gone, replaced by even more unstable and broken notes. Overall, this music really portrays "anxiety" and "breakdown" really well.
yeah just like the music for MGRR
Me looking at the pixels on top of the train and trying to figure out if it's complete or not
I just order work for that stupid thing whether it’s lit up or not whenever I remember it exists.
The train is a neat pick if you are capable of remembering something that you don't see
To me, this always sounded like you're just , ascending for some reason. Either it because Yesod is blinding you because you can't remember who is who and what is what, or it's just my pea-sized brain getting calmed by something that's basically the embodiment of Yesod's despair.
What's funny is that Yesod is my favorite Sephirah out of all of them./hj
@@key5943 same, man gives off insane "omg he's literally me fr fr"
So... this mission is supposed to be kinda easy considering the fact that you're supposed to make all of your employees look different, right?
**I made all of my employees with one exception all look like BongBong. I had to tell them apart based on their ego suits and ego gifts, what departments they were in, and muscle memory.**
cult of the bongbongs's
trust me, as someone who _did_ make all my employees look different, after a point it gets so bitcrunched you can barely even go by color anymore.
BongBong gaming
@@EeveeMaster547 yeah by the later phases of the suppresion you just have to remember which employee is which on the list
I just didnt do cross department work
The facility was a terrible place to work on a good day. Agent Johnson knew that, and he said it often. That was one of the reasons why he wasn't allowed into the Training Department.
On that day, however, no one was stopping him from entering Training. Because that day was not a good day.
Sure, he'd made preparations to be locked out. He'd brought a crowbar onto the elevator, to pry it open in case Hod detected he was on board and told it to keep moving. But the doors creaked right open on their own, the Department's main lobby presenting itself to him. The room was empty; even the clerks had scattered.
"Stay alert," Johnson reminded himself as he put aside the crowbar and readied his weapon - an E.G.O. rifle manufactured in the depths of the facility, and for that matter one of the corporation’s best armaments. That Johnson was allowed to carry a “Laetitia” at all was proof of his reputation as Information Team captain. Leveling the rifle, he sprang from the elevator and swung his aim to the left. Then to the right. No movement, no sounds. He was alone. At least - at least that was the impression. Could never be certain in this hellhole. He ran for the first location he spotted that seemed defensible, a restroom. Kicking the door open and jabbing the light switch, he cleared the room quickly. A toilet, a sink, an embroidered pillow to scream into (“Find joy in the little things!”), a hand dryer. No one here.
Then he heard sobbing. He stiffened, winced - but forced himself to stay rational. He breathed in slow, deep, held - and as he exhaled, he listened, evaluated. The crying was a woman’s - not a baby’s, so it wasn’t that abomination in Central Command. He felt himself relax a little. Then his pulse picked up again, as he realized he had nothing in his memory for the crying woman’s voice. It could be anything -
Johnson breathed in again, and this time, he tried to make out the source of the cries. The sound was echoing through the wall. Unless the restroom directly adjoined a containment unit, he was fine - unless something had escaped its containment unit and was about to -
Johnson winced hard, gritting his teeth, internally screaming at himself to keep it together. Try a stimulus. He pressed the flush lever on the toilet.
Whoever was on the wall’s opposite side heard the sound and stopped sobbing, then there were muffled words. A young woman; Johnson couldn’t identify what she was saying but the terror in her voice was clear enough. She asked a question, then repeated it louder before her words disintegrated back into pitiful sobs. Johnson still didn’t recognize the voice, but the behavior was unmistakable.
Desperation, pleading, terror to the point of mental regression. Why hadn’t he correctly interpreted the sounds sooner. Remember, Johnson chided himself, not everything down here is a monster. They just outnumber us.
Johnson sighed and left the restroom, still glancing instinctively to either side. Then he found the room adjoining: “Conference Room 1.” It was unlocked. The lights inside were off, and Johnson kept his gun at his hip, trying to ignore the itching sensation that was building up under his gloves. He could see the room’s occupant now; she seemed to be ignoring him though her cries became ever more hoarse, ever more wretched: “Please, Hod, they’re coming - please wake up - please, Hod, please, you promised you’d- please - pleee-e-e-eaaaase-“
Toggling his earpiece, Johnson spoke in a whisper. “Manager, I have a Mike Charlie in Training. Permission to liquidate?” As he spoke, he leveled his rifle, aiming down the sights and bringing a finger to the trigger.
As Johnson waited for a reply, he began to hear chimes - something like a music box, but the rhythm was off and the notes were out of key. He realized it was the rifle in his hands, whispering to him. He’d had his hands on it for too long. He tried to focus on the woman, who was still pleading desperately to the metal box at the head of the conference table. Finally Johnson heard a synthesized voice over the earpiece: “Denied.”
“Come again?” Johnson instantly regretted talking back to the Manager, but this was his skin on the line anyway if the Mike Charlie turned violent.
“Mental corruption is only 32%,” the voice replied plainly. Termination not indicated. She’s just scared, Johnson. Talk to her.”
So it was true. Johnson had heard rumors that the Manager was able to directly monitor mental corruption levels now. That didn’t feel as reassuring as he expected it to. He slung up his rifle, only then realizing that he had started to feel spiders crawling underneath his uniform. The sensations vanished as the weapon was put away. One thing they had warned him about during orientation was that E.G.O. equipment was as unpleasant as it was powerful.
Focus. Try to calm the woman down. “First day on the job?” he offered.
The woman shuddered, then froze like an ambushed rabbit. Johnson took a step forward and waited. After a couple moments the woman answered: “S-she promised to train me today. She promised she’d tell me what to do if - if - if -“ Her voice started to quaver again.
“All the AIs in the facility have shut down,” Johnson told her. “Manager’s working on bringing them back online. Where’s the rest of the Training Team?”
The woman searched her memory for a moment, looking at the metal box again. It used to be Hod, obviously, though with its power off and its limbs retracted it more resembled a brown mini-fridge than a robot. “A… Ashely came an hour ago. Told everyone to follow her to the elevator. I-I was trying to get Hod to come with, t-then the elevator closed-“
Lucky idiot, Johnson thought. An hour ago, Captain Ashely from the Safety Team had been radioed by the Manager to respond to a breach in the Training Department’s lower level. Her failure to report back, and the loss of contact with the Training Team, was why Johnson had been sent here. “W-where are they?” the woman asked suddenly, now looking at Johnson. Her eyes slowly widened, her voice quaking as she went on, “W-where’s Velasquez? J-Jacob?”
“I don’t know,” Johnson lied. They were most certainly still in the Training Department’s lower level, what was left of them anyway. “But we’ll find them. What’s your name?”
And the woman was about to answer, when the door hissed open behind Johnson. There were no footsteps. His blood ran cold and as he spun around, he shouldered the rifle. The chimes returned instantly, his vision blurring, eyes drying out and pupils shrinking to points as the rifle took aim for him -
“OH MY GOD DON’T SHOOT IT!”
The woman’s hand was on Johnson’s rifle, forcing it down. Johnson blinked a couple times, his vision clearing. Standing on the back of a chair was a little white bird, not unlike a long-tailed tit with an ugly red splotch on its breast. Johnson’s guts twisted as he realized how close he’d come to firing.
“D-don’t shoot the bird,” the woman squeaked. “T-that’s the first thing Hod tells all of us.”
O-02-56 was the closest thing the facility had to a mascot. Nicknamed the Punishing Bird in its files, it had a reputation for escaping its containment unit seemingly whenever it felt like it and flitting through the corridors. Johnson remembered when Hod had warned him, too, many months ago - though it felt like a decade - to never antagonize the bird. No one said why and the Information Department’s own records on the subject were full of redactions.
“You’re… Captain… Johnson, right?” The woman was asking him. Johnson realized his thoughts had wandered yet again. He nodded.
“You’re really pale…”
He was. And his body was itching all over, like he’d rolled in cobwebs. He shivered, then realized his hands were still around his rifle. He looked at the bird again, still standing on the chair, its beady little eyes giving him the sense that he was being evaluated, considered.
“I - I -“ Johnson spluttered, his heart still pounding, faster even. The musical chimes in his head were growing louder. The bird seemed to take note, alighting from its chair to stand on his shoulder. He turned his head toward it slightly, and realized its tiny eyes were drilling into his.
Then he yelped in pain as it started to peck him repeatedly on the cheek. “O-oh! I’m so sorry!” The woman cried out. “I-I didn’t know he’d do that-“
Johnson forced himself to hold still, and the pecking stopped. But his heart sank further as he remembered what it meant whenever the Punishing Bird attacked somebody unprovoked.
He brought his rifle back from his shoulder, then turned it to lay across his hands. The noises and sensations weakened. The bird was still watching him.
He stared at the rifle, then at the bird again, then at the woman.
“My name’s Mirabelle,” she said, breaking the silence that had crept into the room. “It’s my second day.”
“Johnson.”
“I know,” she said. “They tell us the names of every team captain on the first day. Are you okay?” She asked.
Johnson started to say yes, but the bird was still watching him. He didn’t know whether it responded to lies the same as it did to mental corruption, but he had a feeling. He shook his head.
“Can you take my rifle?” he said.
Mirabelle’s eyes widened.
“Ashely’s probably down,” he told the woman. “Probably the rest of the training team, too. That makes you the captain. Once Hod comes back online, she’ll tell you the rest. But for now, you need to finish my sweep of the department. Whatever you see, just don’t panic, okay? Stay calm, and if you get attacked, trust in the E.G.O.”
Mirabelle was still staring at him as the truth sank in. But her lips weren’t quivering this time. Something else was emerging in her eyes, as she took the rifle. She shuddered noticeably, and the bird turned to look at her.
“How do I even… use this?” Mirabelle asked, but her voice carried curiosity rather than hopelessness.
“It’ll tell you, when the time comes. Don’t use it before then. Sling it to your back and keep it there,” Johnson told her, and as she did as he told the bird’s eyes left her.
“You’re going to be alright, Mirabelle.”
At that, Johnson expected the bird to start pecking him again, but instead it hopped from his shoulder and flew out of the room, the door opening helpfully for it. And he realized that he wasn’t lying.
When things went wrong at Lobotomy Corporation was when you found out who people really were, underneath. And Mirabelle, despite that first fright when she found herself alone and helpless in an alien facility - once she grasped what working for Lobotomy Corporation was truly like, she’d discovered that she was far braver than she knew.
As for Johnson, as he headed back to the elevator, he removed his earpiece. Today would be his last day.
@@Tenebrys It's really cool to see these small situations that go unnoticed in the game be developed into short stories, it's very well written, the only thing I dont understand (not because of the writing but because of me not catching things fast enough) is the last part about the main character removing the earpiece and it being his last day.
@@gfd135zxc Hey, thank you for the feedback! I'm always really happy to hear that people are reading my stuff and enjoying it.
What I was trying to get at at the end was that Johnson's about to resign, or at least try to. His months working for the corporation had driven him to the brink of insanity, which was why the bird took an interest in him. I hadn't fully reasoned out some of the stuff in the story (e.g. the way that I wrote his E.G.O. weapon as manipulating his mind) but if I had to lay something down, I'd say that his mental corruption was a reason why his rifle was able to whisper to him and such; when I talked about his eyes messing up as he aimed I was thinking of Laetitia's inhuman, unblinking stare.
But I've found out since then that some of my original lore was contradicted by the source material anyway. I wrote about the Manager using a voice synthesizer to talk to his agents, but that doesn't make complete sense given that Angela says at one point in-game that employees can come visit the Manager in his office whenever they please. I found that out after I restarted the game a couple days ago to try and complete my codex...
Dude you can totally be a writer this is fire
@@Tenebrys dude please get on A03 this stuff is so good. i would 10000% percent read what u write this fandom needs u 🙏
watch in 144p for the true yesod suppression experience
The fact this video doesn't get more grainy over time is slightly disappointing, lol
do it yourself
coward
honestly the hardest part for me would be not seeing a waw meltdown and then complaining why some abnormality just breached randomly
for me it was an ALEPH 🗿
Yeah that was me. I had silent orchestra and mountain of smiling bodies when I did this.
I had my eyes glued to those two anomalies 😂
Burrowing heaven breaching on the last meltdown :')
for me on my first attempt, it was the apple, which then allowed little red to get out and kill the entirety of central control in seconds
It's like you can HEAR him sneezing into the camera lens
"this impenetrable darkness is inexplicably lonely..."
true... but? question? is your pfp from the hit OFF fangame called unknown?
@@leoxnatorknight2246 woah, yes it is!! not many people recognize it ehehehe :3
So funny story, when I first did this core suppression I thought I made it out no casualties after the most stressful day so far. Then I got to the next day and realized that my best agent with like 10 EGO gifts and Censored’s equipment was no longer in my roster. Somewhere in this mess of pixels he died, and I still have no clue how it happened.
He got lost in pixels and yesod tree ate him
He got pixelated out of existence
the easiest supression ...as long as you don't have bad vision
im shortsighted, have moderate astigmatism and suffer from a relatively bad case of photophobia (bright lights are ouchie ouch my eyes hurty) so even though the suppression was easy it was not good on my eyes at all
Eh, depending on when you do which supression, easily the hardest of the upper Sephirah.
Doing the others was "set and forget" tasks for my trained personnel but saving employees in training from breaches and ordeals with no vision of hp bars was OOF
@@reviewreaper8508 compared to Hod? Or even Malkuth?
@@reviewreaper8508 He was seriously my easiest. Hod was my hardest due to blue star breaking out near the end, and the fact i had 3 alephs when i did hod. Yesod was just muscle memory and zooming in
Compared to Netzach just hogging the water coolers for a day yeah this is the easiest
man doing a normal day after yesod is like being blind then developing night vision that could rival the military's
"I tried to pretend that everything was fine, but in reality, it never was. I was dying on the inside..."
"to all you guys hating on me cause i have an android theres nothing wrong with android we have the best quality and our cameras look the best"
yesod still uses androids
@@SHinierthennyourforehead even I still use android
"Modern games have lost the graphic touch of the older games."
The only true way to watch this is in 144p
I showed a picture of this guy's suppression to somebody and they literally went "is that a lego build?"
I beat this suppression with an old monitor from 2005~, really made it an authentic experience
Ngl this was the suppression that made hate red morning, if you forget to prepare those shots will spawn in places you have no hope to reach in time so womp womp alriune is now making half of your facility into vines, it does not help that its pretty difficult to spot them. So prepate for those clowns
Absolutely love this. Love the entire OST.
Easiest core suppression in the game as long as there is a brain in your head somewhere.
all of the upper sephirah floors are equally easy. the game has no challenge until days 40+
@@trustytrestid argue that hods suppression was a bit more annoying than some of the briah suppressions lol
@@trustytrest yea until you have mountain of smiling bodies with netzach supression in a deathless run
god where the fuck is that crimson dawn
I actually got both crimson dawn and noons for this one lol
Yesod out here not knowing this game runs on muscle memory.
This what a person that lost their glasses see.
I could listen to the first phase part forever
Y'all got any more of them *_pixels?_*
1-bit take it or leave it
@@Ruina11 ILL TAKE YOUR ENTIRE STOCK - Yesod
64 bits
32 bits
16 bits
8 bits
4 bits
2 BITS
1 BIT
HALF BIT
QUARTER BIT
THE WRIST GAME
**Extremely bitcrushed** "What does Marcellus want?!"
We need a 10 hour version of the 1st phase it makes me emotional
I swear it's so good
The easyest one if you remember the whole facility
IS THAT THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOODED MERCENARY FRM THE HIT GAME LOBOTOMY CORP❗️❗️❗️
Mann this was horrible, i will never take seeing at max zoom out for granted ever again but still thanks for the ost =]
"All your fancy shmancy computer specs will be thrown in the trash, welcome to -144p hell."
Yesod's suppression is easiest honestly. No matter the day, it's easiest of all. Cuz he like only ruins your ability to see sh*t
its the easiest, sure, but the permanent blindness it gives you is pretty harsh.
This is the only way to make up for how easy it is LOL@@funkywasit
It burns my eyes and i really don't want to deal with him anymore
for him being the biggest nerd in the city his theme goes kinda crazy
"Erm acthkhusgallly Netzach you can't be laying around drinking beer and doing drugs all day" 🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓
...
To be requested to be cold to another's suffering, and to comply.
To seek a logical reason why their lives should be preserved alive.
I... lost myself many times in my own mind.... It is one thing to wish that you were logical, it is another thing to be requested by your friend to give him the... cold look....
This song... reminds me of Yesod. But I wish this song to remind me of my heart that I have lost....
...
Love it when I tried yesod suppression with blue star, nothing there and melting love but somehow won it first try
stole my goddamn pixels
cant have shit in the City
I din't expect to retry 3 time to beat this meltdown💀
I did 5 cuz picked Blue Star, Silent Orchestra and Melting Love. Had to restart whole damn week.
By far the easiest, it's still tough to those who struggle to remember where everything is, but muscle memory is something the game forces you to learn very quickly regardless, Pretty much made irrelivent if you do this Meltdown with Level 5 employees as it just becomes a normal day
"Do i look like I know what a JPEG is?!"
Play this at 144p for the best experience
Add the spongebob fish yelling "MY EEEEEYES!!!" here
Ah yes, the suppression that made me miss an appointment by giving me a headache that I slept off with a much-longer-than-expected nap. Yesod and his pixels.
At least it's not Hod.
BEES
NOT THE BEES
@@kartblaster9987 YES THE BEES
@@GlueEater-ix9gl AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Man queen bee is managable but just annoying, more so in central with a fuck ton of clerks
I can't see a goddamn thing
Oh the joy of using bank security cameras
this got that smt 4 vibe
I love the meltdown themes because they sound extremely unatural which 100% fits
For as much immersion as possible, set the video quality to 144p.
I CAN'T FUCKING SEE ANYTHIMG
all fun and games until red dawn and you can't find the last cheers and then he breaches every single ALEPH.
THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME EVERY SINGLE TIME IVE TRIED TO DO YESOD.
i work in a nuclear power plant, and yes, im leggally blind with chataract when yesod melts theirs metal
yesod really breached millihertz and thats his suppression
easy, until you get flashed, then not noticing dimesional frag or smth get meltdowned, leading to central dying
My game glitched and I had to do this 2 times :) Love this game man
Yesod be like: go-go Pixel Reducer
yeah like the same resolution i play most games on my pc what a surprise
Ya'll got anymore of them pixles?
this is why you customize your agents btw
"It's portable tho"
AGH GOD DAMN MY FRICKING PIXELS
yeah i watch this video in 144p
the track of 144p
Ah yes, "Who tf put my game on 144p" suppresion
MY EYEEEEES
easiest meltdown but i suck at agent deathless so this is a nightmare
0:00 - 0:13 for some reason, this gives me Castle Crashers vibes.
Silent orchestra made this would-be easy meltdown so unneccarily long
Bitrate suppression.
144p isnt low enough for this ugh
People who played with quality at lowest and doing this suppression will have to suffer and receive extra white damage irl!!! :D
yall got any more of them pixels?
intro does sound like scp shit
least it isnt as bad as hod
me and my friends played minecraft music over this
What iPhone users think android cams look like
Y'all got any more of them pixels?