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Psychonauts.

If you haven't played it-- PLAY IT NOW! It's like- Invader Zim meets Nightmare Before Christmas.. in summer camp ...and they secretly make out behind the boys cabin. ....-with TONGUE!

Tres awesome.

Now here's a snippet to which this picture is inspired upon. Raz is older and a Psychonaut.
He is slinking around in Sasha's mind, trying to find what ails the man.

So start the exerpt:
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Raz tilted his head, leaning closer to look at the imagery on the mirror, but the cracking swayed him to stand back again. He glanced down and gave a slight poke at the emotional baggage with his toe. It was alarming just how quiet this mental baggage was. "What sort of cravings?" he questioned the disembodied voice, raising his head up although really 'Sasha' was all around. He quickly darted his gaze around to look for baggage tags, but found none in sight. Whatever grief caused the silent weight left in the man's mind didn't seem to want to be found. It had Raz looking back at the mirror. Whatever it was, it had something to do with the projection in front of him. "Hey Sash, having any problems with self images? Or- reflecting over something you'd rather not be?"

"Cravings for cigarettes, of course. As for the mirror… No. It is nothing, just ignore it."

A few large cigarettes moved closer to the mirror, and would soon completely block the boy off if he didn't go to it quickly. "Perhaps you should look at a different area of my mind." It was extremely obvious Sasha didn't want Raz to do anything to the mirror. He was hiding something. This was exactly what he was talking about when he said he didn't want snooping in certain places.

Raz grit his teeth together, rather surprised at the closing cage of cigarettes. There was repressing, and then there was suppressing. "No. This has got to be the source of the problem." He backed up a good few steps and placed two fingers on his temple, his other hand outstretched. Pressing his fingers harder into his temple, concentrating, gathering his psyche, he spread it out over the mirror, around the boards, curling around the dry, loose wood. Lashing his hand away, the boards followed suit, smashing apart with ease. Without a second thought, Raz sprinted for the now clear, cracking mirror.

The mirror crackled, pained by being exposed and unprotected. It groaned slightly, slowly trying to double over itself, but as Raz ran towards it, it gave way, as easy to pass through as air.

Description
Psychonauts.

If you haven't played it-- PLAY IT NOW! It's like- Invader Zim meets Nightmare Before Christmas.. in summer camp ...and they secretly make out behind the boys cabin. ....-with TONGUE!

Tres awesome.

Now here's a snippet to which this picture is inspired upon. Raz is older and a Psychonaut.
He is slinking around in Sasha's mind, trying to find what ails the man.

So start the exerpt:
---------------------------------

Raz tilted his head, leaning closer to look at the imagery on the mirror, but the cracking swayed him to stand back again. He glanced down and gave a slight poke at the emotional baggage with his toe. It was alarming just how quiet this mental baggage was. "What sort of cravings?" he questioned the disembodied voice, raising his head up although really 'Sasha' was all around. He quickly darted his gaze around to look for baggage tags, but found none in sight. Whatever grief caused the silent weight left in the man's mind didn't seem to want to be found. It had Raz looking back at the mirror. Whatever it was, it had something to do with the projection in front of him. "Hey Sash, having any problems with self images? Or- reflecting over something you'd rather not be?"

"Cravings for cigarettes, of course. As for the mirror… No. It is nothing, just ignore it."

A few large cigarettes moved closer to the mirror, and would soon completely block the boy off if he didn't go to it quickly. "Perhaps you should look at a different area of my mind." It was extremely obvious Sasha didn't want Raz to do anything to the mirror. He was hiding something. This was exactly what he was talking about when he said he didn't want snooping in certain places.

Raz grit his teeth together, rather surprised at the closing cage of cigarettes. There was repressing, and then there was suppressing. "No. This has got to be the source of the problem." He backed up a good few steps and placed two fingers on his temple, his other hand outstretched. Pressing his fingers harder into his temple, concentrating, gathering his psyche, he spread it out over the mirror, around the boards, curling around the dry, loose wood. Lashing his hand away, the boards followed suit, smashing apart with ease. Without a second thought, Raz sprinted for the now clear, cracking mirror.

The mirror crackled, pained by being exposed and unprotected. It groaned slightly, slowly trying to double over itself, but as Raz ran towards it, it gave way, as easy to pass through as air.