With the amount of horror he's into he might need the Lord. I imagine his final moments are going to be like the bully from "IT" He sees something so scary his hair turns white and he ages by 50 years. I guess at that point his mission would finally be complete.
My favorite thing about this channel is the vibes, the way you talk about how things feel instead of just talking about what’s happening. I’ve recently (the last few years) got really into the vibes of aesthetics like liminal spaces, frutiger aero, ect
Today has been a very stressful day. My dad made a mistake at his job, which pays really well, and is probably getting fired. Of course, we can't get confirmation until NEXT GODDAMN WEEK, so we're just hoping and praying that he at least gets a demotion but keeps a job, nonetheless. This video coming on just as I get on my computer to play Gmod and watch a video was a gift from God himself. This channel is a nice way to relieve stress. Thanks for existing, Librarian, I guess.
In porcelain tombs, a symphony of dread, I scrape and I scour, with bones for a head. No eyes to see, in this inky night, But feelers that twitch in the flickering light. The stench of decay, a sickening tide, Of feasts long past, where mortals died. Each plate I unearth, a chilling touch, A shard of a memory, I can't clutch. The water, a mire, reflections obscene, Twisted visages, of what has been. Whispers on the wind, a maddening plea, "Wash away our sins, set our spirits free!" Bound to this vessel, a monstrous form, Washing the dishes in an endless storm. No rest, no solace, a fate far worse, Than any nightmare, this eternal curse. What monstrosity scrubs in the dark, unseen? A dishwasher wraith, forever unclean?
[I. Benighted Like Usher] Snuffed tapers sighed As Death left impressing His crest, of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded 'Neath griefs dark facade If only I could have wept In mourning by Her side, I would have clasped Her so tight Like storm-beached Aphrodite Drowned on Kytherean tides And Kissed Her For from Her alone, My lips would have known Enigmas of shadowy vistas Where pleasures took flesh And pain, remorseless Came freezing the breath Of raucous life hushed unto whispers Benighted. Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept Benighted. Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll, Waxing eternal night entered Her soul [II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue] Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life Gnathic and Sapphic Needs begged gendercide Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds, To Archangels in bondage From light to night hurled, Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl....... But soon, Her tarot proved, Hybrid rumours spread like tumours... Would accrue, And blight Her stars, However scarred... To better bitter truths Of cold bloodbaths... As bodies rose, In rigid droves, To haunt Her from their Shallow burials imposed... When wolves exhumed, Their carthen wombs... Where heavy frosts had laboured long, To bare their wounds To the depths of Her soul they... pursued, Wielding their poison they flew, Like a murder of ravens in fugue And knowing their raptures Would shatter Her dreams, She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve... Baneful cawed-canons on amassed enemies So Hallow's Eve, As She received... Like Bellona to the ball Those enemies, Fell-sisters heaved, Her torturies Cross stained flagstones To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through... Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon... Like a murder of ravens in Fugue! For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose... Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares And even Her dance In the vast mirrors cast... Looked the ill of Her future If fate feasted there.... [III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness] In an age crucified by the nails of faith, When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned... Her life whispered grief like a funeral march Twisted and yearning, obsessed and entranced With those succumbing to cruelty Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped... She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean The elixir of Youth from the pure Whilst Her lesbian fantasies Reamed to extremes O'er decades unleashed Came for blood's silken cure But Her reign ended swiftly, For Dark Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed, With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites In the dead of night For maidens staining winding sheets And She postured proud When Her crimes were trowelled And jezebelled to peasant lips, Though She smelt the fires That licked limbs higher To the tortured cunts of accomplices So ends this twisted fable's worth And though spared the pyre's bite By dint of nobled bloodlined birth Her sins garnered Her no respite Forever severed from the thrill of coming night Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight "The Spirits have all but fled judgement I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane Beyond these walls, wherein condemned To the gloom of an austere tomb I pace with feral madness sent Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon Who, bereft of necrologies, thus Commands creation over the earth Whilst I resign my lips to death A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth Though one last wish is bequathed by fate My beauty shalt wilt, unseen Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take My soul to peace or Hell for company" My soul to Hell for company
12:23 I don’t know, the loud noise kind of made me have difficulty hearing, but I do think they’re speaking russian, which is something that’s very immersive considering the text on the notes is in russian, but “Пожалуйста” is all I think I could hear
It could also allude to the fact your grandmother is a demon wearing her flesh as a zip up suite similar to bugs bunny but that might be the meth talking.
This game was like liminal space games with sound-play and jumpscares. It felt like nothing ever really happened, you were just walking arround until the story ended.
Please, drop another RE7 video. I hadn't had sex with my wife for 6 years until you posted that RE7 playthrough, it ignited something between me and my wife when we watched it last night. Now she refuses to have sex with me again if another video isn't uploaded. I beg of you The Librarian, save my marriage.
You know it’s good when at 19:50 librarian got so scared he inadvertently started speaking in tongues.
With the amount of horror he's into he might need the Lord. I imagine his final moments are going to be like the bully from "IT" He sees something so scary his hair turns white and he ages by 50 years. I guess at that point his mission would finally be complete.
My favorite thing about this channel is the vibes, the way you talk about how things feel instead of just talking about what’s happening. I’ve recently (the last few years) got really into the vibes of aesthetics like liminal spaces, frutiger aero, ect
It isn’t about what is in front of you rather what you feel about it
It’s similar with art, a painting isn’t about what is in the painting but the feeling it gives and the energy within it
I saw the name, it look like he's threatening me to watch like I have my 6, seconds
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Today has been a very stressful day. My dad made a mistake at his job, which pays really well, and is probably getting fired. Of course, we can't get confirmation until NEXT GODDAMN WEEK, so we're just hoping and praying that he at least gets a demotion but keeps a job, nonetheless. This video coming on just as I get on my computer to play Gmod and watch a video was a gift from God himself. This channel is a nice way to relieve stress.
Thanks for existing, Librarian, I guess.
im sorry to hear.
Best of luck to ya
@@johnnyg4659 thanks m8
What, did he sleep with the CEO's wife?
@unduloid wild
In porcelain tombs, a symphony of dread,
I scrape and I scour, with bones for a head.
No eyes to see, in this inky night,
But feelers that twitch in the flickering light.
The stench of decay, a sickening tide,
Of feasts long past, where mortals died.
Each plate I unearth, a chilling touch,
A shard of a memory, I can't clutch.
The water, a mire, reflections obscene,
Twisted visages, of what has been.
Whispers on the wind, a maddening plea,
"Wash away our sins, set our spirits free!"
Bound to this vessel, a monstrous form,
Washing the dishes in an endless storm.
No rest, no solace, a fate far worse,
Than any nightmare, this eternal curse.
What monstrosity scrubs in the dark, unseen?
A dishwasher wraith, forever unclean?
bro is NOT edgar allan poe
@@Franklin_D_Roosevelt_gaming nah bro IS edgar allan poe
W poem 👏
[I. Benighted Like Usher]
Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest, of cold tears on the Countess
Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade
If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side,
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides
And Kissed Her
For from Her alone,
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas
Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
Benighted.
Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept,
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
Benighted.
Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll,
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
[II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue]
Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide
Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt,
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult
With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds,
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled,
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......
But soon,
Her tarot proved,
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours...
Would accrue,
And blight Her stars,
However scarred...
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths...
As bodies rose,
In rigid droves,
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed...
When wolves exhumed,
Their carthen wombs...
Where heavy frosts had laboured long,
To bare their wounds
To the depths of Her soul they... pursued,
Wielding their poison they flew,
Like a murder of ravens in fugue
And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams,
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve...
Baneful cawed-canons on amassed enemies
So Hallow's Eve,
As She received...
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies,
Fell-sisters heaved,
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee
But She knew She must brave the night through...
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon...
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue!
For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose...
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast...
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....
[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]
In an age crucified by the nails of faith,
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned...
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed and entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...
She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure
But Her reign ended swiftly,
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her pleas
When Her gaolers were assailed,
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets
And She postured proud
When Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips,
Though She smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of accomplices
So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins garnered Her no respite
Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight
"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
My soul to Hell for company
this is a poem about a dishwasher
I was legitimately disappointed when I didn't hear "Hello everyone~!" and then it happened!!!
OMG COUNTING WITH CHRIS CONTINUESSSS!!!
My favourite educational show on youtube!
10:06- Oh, that was well done.
23:37 Darkwood reference pog
this place looks like it's been WHAT
5:51 Yes, this is missing child poster. It says "Child is missing. Misha Ivanov, 8 years old"
i feel like the jumpscares improved, not as much cheap ones as in the previous games made by this developer
I love it, "this is my kind of creepy & comfy." 3:19 😜
12:23 I don’t know, the loud noise kind of made me have difficulty hearing, but I do think they’re speaking russian, which is something that’s very immersive considering the text on the notes is in russian, but “Пожалуйста” is all I think I could hear
Walking simulator with a note every minute
15:08 *cutscene starts*
someBODY-
Never been this early, but already know Librarian has cooked.
10:37 the way the librarian turns the camera so smoothly seems inhuman
Maybe it wasn't him? But the game itself
39:59 So you may be wondering how I ended up in this situation
35:26 Omgyat that's scary 😨
top ten sentences that could be wholesome or a death threat (im talking about the thumbnail btw)
Interesting... 🤔
I'm going to do a 6 hour long video essay on how the Russian nesting doll represents the replacement of irl relationships with online relationships.
I'd watch it
It could also allude to the fact your grandmother is a demon wearing her flesh as a zip up suite similar to bugs bunny but that might be the meth talking.
HOWDY DOODY MENTIONED
for the love of god, do not let him count to ten
Yay a Friday movie for my house hold ❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉
day 5 of asking the librarian to adress the glorp drama
Cool but can you count to 140382 instead?
Sure, just give me a second...
I didnt even count to 1 when i saw the notification
This game was like liminal space games with sound-play and jumpscares. It felt like nothing ever really happened, you were just walking arround until the story ended.
44:00 And this is where I screwed up
one
I can only count to one
two
I can only count to two
three
I can only count to three
four
I can only count to.. FOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURR
Cool
13 day of recommending 8:11
Day 19 of asking the Librarian to play Fear and Hunger Termina (with the censor mod preferably)
*Hello*
Bro sound like daily dose of Internet
No, he only sounds similar in tone, but definitely not the same in vocal.
@@moodyblues4404sounds like a super mellowed out daily dose of internet
@@funni_noises that's what I'm saying
755 like
Can you please play guts and blackpowder it is a Roblox Zombie game taking place in the Napoleonic era
This is a fun game
Bruh
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8 seconds ago, i click
As good as these developers are in graphics (and a in creativity of jumpscares), they are just as bad in storytelling unfortunately...
5th
No views in 35 seconds bro fell off :(
Looks like Pyrocynical fans have infiltrated every part of TH-cam...
@@FaceBack2122 I've only heard of pyro and never knew he was a femboy until this comment lol
Kisses his dad cos he gets no girls, Xcelsius fell off.
@@ThisIsWhyYourDadLefttrue
Please, drop another RE7 video. I hadn't had sex with my wife for 6 years until you posted that RE7 playthrough, it ignited something between me and my wife when we watched it last night. Now she refuses to have sex with me again if another video isn't uploaded. I beg of you The Librarian, save my marriage.
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Your wife already left you, dude. She's into RE4 guys like me 😭🙏
This is literally the creepiest comment I've ever read.