🐷 The Killstream General Discussion Thread - Discuss Ethan Ralph's stagnant Killstream and his appearances on other shows.

[Friend of Dorothy Parker]

My apologies, I didn’t realize Notorious ripped off someone, but considering all rappers do that, I should have known better lol.

Nah, I'm going to semi-self-correct: there's a later biggie song by the same name that doesn't seem to rip from ll cool j.

Compare & contrast (I'm bored so here are some videos, pls no janny):

1987

1997:

 

[make_it_so]

Ralph the Blob - 1958 Featurette
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Beware of the Gunt
It Creeps, and Leaps
and glides and slides
Across the floor
And Right through the Door
And all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of The Gunt

 

[AltisticRight]

Oh look, another day, another stream goal not met. How long would his trek to Sandy Eggo take this time? 3 days of bus hoppings? SAD.

What do you even call this three titted monster?

Ethan Oliver Ralph.

 

[Obnoxious Asshole]

What do you even call this three titted monster?

In Xander's case: Dad

 

[Trout and Tears]

Ralph has finally achieved the physique of a mancubus.
On an unrelated subject, anybody here with Doom modding experience?

EDIT: Turns out I was wrong, Ralph needs three more tits to be an anatomically-correct mancubus.

He can still get there,never doubt the ralphamale

 

[Rick Nekieta]

Ralph's mic feedback is much, much worse than DSP's fire alarm stream. Fix that shit you fat fuck.

 

[Drip Torch]

 

[Bothriolepis]

We are living in the timeline where Ralph is an immortal and he just keeps spiraling downwards whenever you expect him to die

Mark my words. There will come a time countless eons from now, when the last shreds of civilization in our Universe cling to the dying warmth of the accretion disks around starving black holes, and when the Biblically-accurate Angelic throng of our final descendants will host the lonesome latter years galla night that Poe spoke of. It's actually in one of the many poems that every normal person on Earth quietly forgot about well over a hundred years ago, once they realized that this one had exactly 0 birds harassing old men who have symptoms of complicated grief, but this one got a Rob Zombie shout out and I'm calling it out as prophecy.

On that night, if night is even a meaningful concept for those creatures molded from living light and shadow, they will watch the timeless play of their ancestors. In a single moment that stretches on eternally in the single perception of that unspeakable multitude, the tragic, Absurdist comedy of man will play out from its beginning on the forever-lost highland plains of East Africa, to its inevitable, dreaded end in the darkness of a space-time expanse stretched taught enough to snap.

In that last, age-enduring instant before the consciousness of whatever passes for the last man goes dark, the audience will hear a rustling sound. A shrill little chirping song. In that darkness beyond darkness, where instantaneous photons born from the mathematical equations governing the vacuum bring the only sparks of effectively non-existent light, he cannot be seen. Really, he should not be heard either, not here in this place where only a few true atoms float through each cubic mile of that sea of frothing nothing, but the Angels born from the children of men can hear. The modern Tithonus, Ethan Ralph, waits somewhere out there in this void that was once a place, turned by the endless march of time into eternity's only drug-addled, lard-ass cricket.

Someday, the Uncertainty Principle suggests that a pair of particles will form that lack any net energy and can therefore exist for a length of time that can fairly be called time, and in another brief, eternal moment, their existence will cascade into the birth of a new world. Even with their million-billion eyes glowing in colors ever changing, the Angels born from bittersweet melancholy and desperate longing for a time forever gone cannot see past the veil into that brilliant world of light and life. They cannot see because they, creatures of longing and hopeless immortality, have no place there. Their physical being may never be extinguished, but their single soul is still no god. They can survive in perfect isolation and sensory deprivation for far longer than simple eons, but eventually there comes a point where any thinking creature will find itself too far gone from the world's shores, forget all that separates it from the undifferentiated here and now, and descend into the torpor of the Second Death, where the loss of memory leads to the loss of all hopes no matter how forlorn. The extremity of near-perfect vacuum falls, extinguishing the last embers of intellect first, then closing once and for all the doors of perception.

The Ethan cricket sees, however. He sees into the only true forever, the endless span of his own life. Already without thought, he cannot die in that soul-rending night.

In the last moment of the play, the Angels catch what might not be a true glimpse of that shadowy, diminutive form. They lean in closer, curious now, chasing away their fear of the fate they have chosen in order to feel some hope that they are wrong. Alas, they are not. The shadow has features now that they're closer. It is standing on two legs, a stance unknown to the natural orthopterans whose shape draws from its ethereal form. Low down, the bulge can be seen, a tiny wasteland of dangling, insectoid fat stretching from the abdomen and masking entirely the place where the beast's singing legs should be seen to meet its body.

The tragedy of both man and Tithonus is over now, but its inspiration still drifts between the corpses of the stars, and will forever do so. In a world no longer a world, where the gnawing worm of the grave has been swallowed up whole and alive by the march of something that can only be called "technology" by frail analogy, something else must burn the cities of the future, tear down its kingdoms, and show the Angels the true face of the divine.

All hail the Conqueror Gunt, who is also a cricket now because the Tithonus myth makes me feel a certain way, and I like that.

 

[Catspajamas7]

NOW WAIT A MINUTE RALPH

YOU GOT A BACK GUNT!?

A GUCK?
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I prefer the term Bunt for his back gunt because it also could be spelled like Bundt, which he eats too much of.

 

[Calcified Fetus]

Clip of Ralph's triumphant return
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EDIT: he came back a second time to turn off the stream
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There is no better fitting soundtrack to those clips then the basement level music from the rereleased version of Resident Evil.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iJYvCHm3Ov4&pp=ygUccmVzaWRlbnQgZXZpbCBiYXNlbWVudCB0aGVtZQ==

 

[GuyLight Zone]

Manmade Horrors beyond your imagination Styx's Stola's Chaos Magic has no bounds:

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His gross body in black and white is almost artistic. Kind of gives me eraser head vibes LOL

 

[Trout and Tears]

It's morphing.
4 years since I first noticed it...

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Looks like now it is in the final stages of control, no longer empowering Ralph to fight the digibrosquad and instead draining him of his life force.
The unholy gunt already has his soul.

How many pesos is an exorcist in meheeko?

Being from Meeheeco, it will cost a US passport, a Dallas cowboy t-shirt, and a big mac

 

[Bothriolepis]

Being from Meeheeco, it will cost a US passport, a Dallas cowboy t-shirt, and a big mac

I don't have a passport and I'm too lazy to get one, but I need to talk with a bruja about getting some demons out of my soul and into a jar small enough to mail to Washington state for a reasonable price, but large enough to hold however many are in there (it's probably a lot). Can I just swim South across the Rio Grande with the shirt and Big Mac in a waterproof lunchbox, or is she going to get all weird about my immigration status and have me deported to some hell hole like Texas?

I cannot go back to Texas. I have cyanide capsules, but I'm concerned that her witch powers might keep them from working or something. I don't know, I've just got a lot of demons and I know a guy who needs demons up in a cabin on Mt. Rainier. You don't pose too many questions in this line of work, so my asking skills are very rusty.

 

[Astro Galactic Megalul]

A man that threatened to piss on so many graves ended up unconscious resting in piss from the bottles he filled and later fell on.

Life is pretty sweet sometimes.

Considering he probably has beetus, that puddle of piss would be sweet indeed. Mixed with xannies... Bittersweet?
Like his inevitable end for the farms, I'll miss his content.

 

[FuckMeGentlyWithAChainsaw]

He is like The Nameless One from Planescape: Torment but instead of losing his memory every time he dies he loses his memory from xannie consumption. Both are equally immortal, though.

And he already has an in-game model!

 

[Mr. Manchester]

And he already has an in-game model!
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Ralph isn't a lemure, he's a dretch. Dretches are chaotic evil which fits Ralph perfectly. Lemures wouldn't dare disobey their hellish masters to go live in Meh-he-ko, bish. Look, it even has three tits just like Ralph.

 

[There Is Light At The End]

Ralph isn't a lemure, he's a dretch. Dretches are chaotic evil which fits Ralph perfectly. Lemures wouldn't dare disobey their hellish masters to go live in Meh-he-ko, bish. Look, it even has three tits just like Ralph.
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Dretches are quite durable and hard to kill without magic infused weapon for low level character

 

[Homer Simpson]

I imagine the tit discourse going something like this scene from 1984. With O'Brien being Null and the farms being Winston.

O'Brien: "How many tits are there?"

Winston: "I see 3."

O'Brien: "There are 4."

And no one bringing up the fact his belly button looks like Arsefaces mouth from Preacher. Sad. Truly sad.

 

[N1bbaN3rd]

Next time on Unexplained Oddities : "The Pig Monster from the South of Deedle"

"You're tellin' me there's hoomins out there with three titties? You've been smoking my dirt, haven't you?"

 

[Bullet Club]

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Why pay for Tess Holliday's nudes when you can see these glorious titties for free.