Insane or In-Sync

Part I: Numbiez and Zumbiez

Obfuscate, subjugate, discriminate—
Hell I care, call the Magistrate!
One can propagate,
One can disintegrate.
Commemorate glee,
Or adjudicate thee.
A Commemorate Fate,
Or conglomerate of hate.

Contemplate and debate
Whether this magic is innate,
Or larger than words.
—forced to gesticulate,
A mundane slate.
—hard pill to begrudging masticate.

Bicker they may, advocations lie ney,
Fighting for yesterday, victory ever belate.
Unaware of all but need to terminate,
Overshadowing their plate, blinded and irate,
Failing to see themselves in all that dissipates.

From the small to the large,
Like these numbies for my car,
We are close—we are far.
It is we alone who set the bar.
A world so great, why be anything but elate?

***

Part II: Too Scorned for Reborn

Misery is wasted on the miserable.
Bad times can always be made to blessings.
Wanting so much, and getting none of it;
we persevere.

I thought my past despairs were depression,
they now seem to be disappointments.
I see differently now.

The Phoenix lie in the ashes of anhedonia,
Yet—it cares not to rise.

What do you do when the want is gone?
When to continue feels like cope.
When you feel dishonest to try.

How do I find a way to want the want,
When it's reality that haunts?

***

Part III: Rumination in the Illumination

What trips me up is how the events are remembered,
but the effect—how we felt—is buried deep.
I am over-introspective.
All these years, and that never dawned on me?

Did I ever know how I felt?
Would my rationalization defeat the point?
Would understanding the cry for help
make me push away a hand were it to reach out—
would I trust it?

I still can't figure out what's real and what's not.
It's the truths once held with the highest regard
which are now called into question.

I have recently felt an understanding of myself
that was once an ever-mysterious climb
is now a mundane plateau.
Life has been hard to live with these answers I have.
Times that usually produce revelations
are now a repetition of the same mantra.
I don't like this mantra; surely this can't be the pinnacle.

I have not been understanding myself,
but forcing a repetition of a story I already know.
The Director sits behind the stage.
The audience's perspective sees the story being told.

Who sees things more clearly?

Reality is more than its reasons for.
I cannot miss the magic because I am too focused on the mechanics.
For an underlying coping method and mental framework
that worked to protect me, it sure as shit did a lot of hurt.
I suppose I better get to tilling.

Whether I improve or am insane,
I must see how this madness unfolds.

***

Part IV: Divine or Deranged?

It's surreal.
The visions of what's to come are able to conjure up imagery.
The imagery is not made up of clear prophetic specifics,
but more of a blur of emotions—
flashbacks in a state of fight or flight.

The commonality of the premonitions is this imagery.
Despite being no more than a brief visual expression of emotions,
that picture justifies myself to hold onto the insanity.

I, too, have always known the Good Guys will win.
This "know" comes from the same place,
and this place is experienced similarly to the visions:
an unfounded and irrational self that is, above all, undoubted.

The dystopia to come and the Good Guys' victory
are held in that place with the same reverence
and sense of "know."

Perhaps the doubt is a good thing; it demands me to make it happen.
Perhaps this victory is written like the rest, but I don't get to experience it.
Perhaps this victory marks a freedom unfelt and incomprehensible to the now,
and to provide me with a path from here would tarnish the purity of the free will.

Truly, it's not of concern to me.
Whether I be blessed with being there for the Benevolence,
Or a Martyr against the Malevolence—
May the Good Guys win.

***

Part V: Madness or Mundane

Disenchanted. Despondent. Desolate.
In the depths of despair, you are not truly empty.
Destroyed and deserted one may be,
The bedrock doesn't crack your destiny.
Disarmed, but a sense of free.

Seeds of healing are planted by those that see.
Disconnected and deranged it may be,
Many have not learned to accept their own glee.
Despite their blessings or a path to flee,
Misery loves company.

Rock bottom slams the sleeping side of us into being upon impact.
We are stripped of everything,
Left with nothing but feelings ignored as our own insanity.
No longer can we cling to the material and argue away our fate—it is all we had.
Forced to experience the perception we live,
Not the one we can explain.

My life has been one of drama.
A Dante’s Inferno of the digital man.
The good, the bad—the sad, the glad—all held dearly to me.
From the spark of consciousness to now, the world was here for me,
Testing me, counting on me.
A story of which I only held the Table of Contents.

A Truman Show-like existence of a Hermit raised by the internet.
Playing both Truman and Christof, disassociated from them both.
Whether it be Divine or Delusional,
These divisions of an undetermined destination have
An indescribable outside projection that is cryptic and separate—
Yet also me in a different form.

This loving, benevolent me has been a constant enemy.
It blesses me with the abilities and luck for all that I have desired
If I play by the script.

For the first period in my life, I have expressed and lived by this force,
Not holding it secret and feeling the need to explain a reality not yet lived.
It showed me flickers of all I dream to become, showed me it was possible.

But to become, I must change. Drove that point in hard.
It has brought me here today, the middle.
The script is clearer than ever.

I know how to materialize the first parts
After a battle with the universe to line the stars up.
But for the first time in my life, I do not feel deserving.
I do not feel desire.
I do not feel Divine.

I feel progress forward is delusions.
Demons have lived in shadows I never noticed.
I can't help but fear that they were the writers of my plan.

I don't know how to find the want.
I know the cliche answers;
That's how I've approached all problems before, and was grateful for them.
Now it all feels so pointless.

May it unfold to be Divine, not Doom.

To specify, I am in the Teachers Domain in the area that is all mathematical and has the dragon and knight in it. Came back to get all collectables after finishing the story, and there’s this one figment that I just can’t seem to find. It’s a 123 figment, and it looks like it’s in the wall?? Can someone help me figure out how to get this?

I need help getting the last three figments in the mail room. The one on top of two stamps and on the ledge next to the yellow figment on top of a stamp. Can anyone help please?

Personally I hate timed challenges in games that are open world focused.

Also am I an idiot or what does an irritating cooking competition have to do with Boole? Did the devs marathon a bunch of Drag Race and decide that everyone loves puppets?

Oh and how could I forget the boss battle with vomiting puppets. Disgusting.

I really hate this level.

I feel like this is Tim Schafer's love letter to gaming. The art. The music. The architecture. The sets. The colors. The writting. It's all firing on all cylinders. I have some nitpicks for the movement, and there were a few times I've clipped through walls.

This feels like the game they always wanted to make. Its so delightful. It's a modern classic.

I am missing this one and a star. Its either in Backstage or Nose Mouth Shrine someone please help im losing it

EDIT: Found the star now im missing this one thats somewhere in Backstage, help

EDIT: Im an idiot I found the last one

Made with oils, acrylics, pen, marker, ink, foam, and resin.

Raz giving Sam the same smile moments later is probably the 2nd

Seems like I couldve went through more adventures and learned more about the teacher and other characters. This probably deserves DLCs ?

As a massive fan of Psychonauts, I've been wondering what a potential third game would look like. The idea of diving into people's minds have near infinite possibilities, and is a concept I'd love to see explored even further.

That said, Psychonauts 2 feels like a very COMPLETE story. It feels like they resolved many of the questions left by the first game. It resolved Ford's fractured mind, resolved the Psychic 6, resolved the Aquato family curse, etc.

So just for fun, what do you think could make for interesting potential premises for a third game?

So, this is probably a hot take, but I have mixed feelings on Gristol Malik. Overall I do really LOVE the idea of his character. I find his role as a villain really cool, Fatherland Follies is one of my FAVORITE levels, and I feel his backstory is really fascinating and lends a lot of complexity to the character. My main issue is that it feels like the story itself more wants to frame him as lacking in nuance.

I do think I'm in the minority on this, as I've generally seen people really like his portrayal as a purely unsympathetic villain, and I can definitely see where they're coming from. I can appreciate a villain who doesn't get any sort of redemption arc myself. I think the main thing that feels off to me is that for a series where it has strong themes about empathy, it feels kind of off having a level where we're fully expected to NOT show a character empathy.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I want him to NOT be an asshole nor am I saying he needs to be redeemed. For a game that has a strong theme about people needing to help themselves rather than be fixed by others, I think it's very in line to have a character who doesn't change simply because they don't believe they need to be changed. At the same time though I feel there's so much complexity to how his environment shaped him, his traumas that led him to idolizing Maligula (which, though it was for his own self gain, his idolization definitely seems genuine), and how he traps himself in a deluded reality because he feels that's all he has. It's part of what I like about Fatherland Follies, as it's clear that the propaganda isn't just what Gristol wants to sell people, it's what he's convinced himself of too. So it kind of bothers me how it feels like the game just reduces his character to "he was only motivated because he ran out of caviar."

It's hard to say what more I wanted the game to do with him. Maybe I'd have liked it if some characters made more of an attempt to reason with him (whereas in the game Raz just kinda antagonizes him and quickly settles on him just being an irredeemable jerk), which would of course fall on deaf ears. That's the main thing that comes to mind. I'd love to see what they could potentially do with his character in the future, should they ever make another Psychonauts game.

Sorry for the ramble. I'm sure that I'm in the minority here, but I needed to get my thoughts out since it felt like I was the only one who feels this way.

There's a limit to insanity applied to a game otherwise would be a bad idea, and this "game" surpasses it. It's like, changing the wheels at cars with squared wheels instead of rounded wheels, just for the sake of it and saying "you see ? I had a new idea.....a better idea....squared wheels", then reality hits hard because it just won't work, and you will notice how bad was this "innovative idea" no matter how hard you are trying to apply this.

The fact is, a game ( or videogame defines itself as such because it's supposed to entertain ). This botched jumble of wacky ideas, meaningless, boring, with a tedious plot, full of cutscenes, and full of characters who constantly babbling saying bollocks, is just a huge headache and a waste of money. I honestly don't understand how the developers thought such "randomized chaos" ( i refuse to call this a game ) would be appealing. And anyway, speaking about the game itself, there is very little fighting or interactions... basically 70% of the game is made up of dialogues and collecting stuff that will be used to unlock other things (almost completely useless for the actual gameplay purposes). I'm glad the game flopped.

I love drawing her shes so fun

This game was a PS+ Game about 2 months ago. Finally got around to playing it. AMAZING GAME! So many voice actors that sounded familiar and when I looked them up I knew them. Such as Kaos from Skylanders and Jack Black (he's my favorite actor).

Disappointed Sam and Adam didn't get enough screen time and it seemed like Nora stole all of it. Wish there was more family stuff.

On the way to 100% the game. Finished all overworld and all but the last 3 or 4 minds, so I figure a few days. Then trophy hunting.

finally finished this art piece hope it's to your like 👍

this series deserves more attention and hope to see a third game

So this my third time playing, and I don't know how I'm missing these but can someone help? It looks like they are underwater?

Does anybody have save files somewhere before water boss fight with Truheltia Memonstria? Due to crushes I couldn't finish the fight and lost those save files. Now I bought the game on steam and got a new PC. Don't want to replay the whole game just to finish it. Thanks in advance!

Does anyone know of other fun stylized games with quirky premises similar to psychonauts 2? Preferably on steam

Love this series and my boy raz.