С нуля? Прямо как с...ничего? О, мы же п...-

Итак, чё по планам...

Музыка. Я так немного анализировал оставшиеся силы, и пришёл к выводу, что TACO BELL: SESSIONS будет перенесён на начало 2027-го года, ведь конец 2026-го уже насыщенный - две диджитал сета по двум альбомам (большинство медиа и данных чисто для сборкия черпались из @twenty_one_pilots_discograph), если BFX+1 был собран благодаря оригинальному и фанатскому контенту с ютуба.

Лор. Изначально хотелось составить цепочку из деталей событий нашего лора ДО ветки с Клэнси, но так будет неправильно, и лучше отделить каноничную историю от фанатской. Эта идея пришла в голову совсем недавно, и если кто-то захочет изучить исключительно лор таким, каким его задумали Тайлер, Джош и Марк, то это тоже должно быть здесь. Что касаемо нашего лора, то он должен по плану сопровождаться промо, сам выходит в письменной и аудио-версии. Кандидат на озвучку пока не выбран.

Фишка канала. Взаимодействие с чатом, но пока к нам пришло несколько человек. Нужно раскачаться. Вайбы чатикса будут выходить и здесь, и в One In A Half.

На сегодня всё, всем спасибо.

Warning signs - beyond this line… 
Step back now… or lose your mind.

You crossed the edge where silence speaks, 
Where shadows crawl and daylight breaks. 
This cursed ground hides fear and fire, 
A graveyard born from man’s desire.

The air is thick with secrets spilled, 
Toxic breath, the fate you’ve willed. 
No mercy waits beyond these city walls, 
HALF’s command - the reaper calls.

Steel and wires mark the breach, 
Your presence - danger, out of reach. 
Step down swiftly, heed the tone, 
Or face the fires you’ve never known.

Danger zones - no turning back, 
Cross this line and face attack. 
HALF’s decree in shadows cast, 
Leave the ground, or perish fast. 
Pavor’s voice - final chance, don’t last.

Silent watchers, cold and grim, 
Pulse the threat, the light grows dim. 
One wrong step and fate is sealed, 
The cost of ignoring what’s revealed.

Violent in the cursed land, 
Justice wielded by skilled hand. 
You’ve been warned-time to retract,
Or vanish in the aftermath.

Danger zones - no turning back, 
Cross this fire and face attack. 
HALF’s decree in shadows cast, 
Leave the ground, or perish fast. 
Pavor’s voice - final chance, don’t last.

Step away... the wars wait... 
Your fate sealed at danger’s gate...

Скоро год, как вышел Breach, поэтому предлагаю начать с малого, а именно с песни Robot Voices. На просторах интернета уже существует несколько фан.версий в виде клипа, и что если тг-клика соберётся и снимет свой материал?

План работы:
Песня разделяется, каждому по две строчки. Одну часть могут занять несколько человек, если снятый / анимированный фрагмент не подойдёт. Критерий нет, всё зависит от ваших амбиций и креатива.

Что разрешается? Эдиты, свои видео, короткие анимации и аниматики. Подводим итоги через год. Участие могут принять не только рядовые слушатели, но и клик-паблики. Авторство каждого будет указано.

Что будет, если мы не соберём все фрагменты? Солнце взойдёт, и мы попробуем снова.

• 01 - @klelx1ne
They keep me company
The robots and machines in my room
An understanding
• 02 - @not_dun
The beeps and tones they make
The only advice I take, the inside jokes are landing
• 03 -
Now I'm waitin' (now I'm waitin') for the changes, everyone sees (everyone sees)
Feeling so fancy (feeling so fancy)
• 04 - @sonya5sony
And I just wanna dance and style and stay a while
The lines on the floor (the lines on the floor)
How did you find me? (How did you find me?)
• 05 -
I wasn't lookin' for love this year
But my robot told me that I shouldn't fear
• 06 - @NickAndCats
When I met you, I found you safe and warm
Then the robot voices would reassure me
(One, two, three, four!)
• 07 - @thekenry
The half-drawn blinds casting lines on the floor as my metal friend flashes in time
• 08 -
The daisy-chained power strips generating
A newfound loneliness, I'm waiting for the changes, everyone sees (everyone sees)
Feeling so fancy (feeling so fancy)
• 09 - @mintyks
And I just wanna dance and style and stay a while
The lines on the floor (the lines on the floor)
How did you find me? (How did you find me?)
• 10 - @psyjoshler
I wasn't lookin' for love this year
But my robot told me that I shouldn't fear
• 11 - @im_not_tylerderden
When I met you, I found you safe and warm
Then the robot voices would reassure me
• 12 - @dmitry_2280
I wasn't lookin' for love this year
But my robot told me that I shouldn't fear
• 13 -
When I met you, I found you safe and warm
Then the robot voices would reassure me
• 14 - @Someone_Who_Just_Lives
When I met you, I found you safe and warm
And the robot voices would reassure me

15 мая мы выпустили первый диджитал сет по Blurryface. Сборка материала стартовала осенью 2024 года вместе с первым релизом "Theories". Самое время вспомнить о релизе, ведь скоро вы сможете прослушать новый материал по другим альбомам. Прослушать BFX+1 можно здесь.

If I could only tell where I am,
If I could tell the friend from the foe,
If I knew there was life in this place,
Would I still have a reason to go?
In this room, you don't close the curtains,
There are no windows left to cover.
You don't lock the door when you're sleeping,
The lock is waiting on the other side.
You don't have to know what time it is here,
The alarm winds itself every night.
And I keep waking up before morning,
Just to find I was never outside.

So tell me which side of the wall I'm on,
Tell me whose hands I'm holding tonight.
If I bite the one who came to save me,
Will you call it a warning or a crime?

If you leave, I'll wrap myself around you,
If you strike, I'll bite because I'm scared.
I'll tear the old skin from my shoulders
If it gives me one excuse for air.

In this church, nobody is praying,
Everybody already loves you.
No one ever leaves here unnoticed,
Every eye is trained on you.
In this hospital, nobody's sick here,
They say sickness never came inside.
And somehow I became the doctor,
While somebody else was left to die.
I keep looking for a pulse in the silence,
Keep calling every silence a sign.
If I am the one who's meant to heal you,
Why is your blood still warmer than mine?

So tell me which one of us is breathing,
Tell me which one of us is confined.
If the patient isn't meant to know the answer,
Why am I the doctor every time?

If you leave, I'll wrap myself around you,
If you strike, I'll bite because I'm scared.
I'll tear the old skin from my shoulders
If it gives me one excuse for air.
I don't know your name,
But something in me knows you're a friend.
If you see an adder where there's only a grass snake,
I'm sorry -
I just want out of this place.

On this stage, there are no celebrities,
Just people hiding underneath.
Every face is closed like mine is,
Every mouth is learning how to breathe.
On the screen, they're not just videos,
They're stories dressed up as miracles.
Someone turned our wounds into pictures,
Someone made the impossible visible.
And the nine towers aren't just buildings,
They're a graveyard counting what we've lost.
Every day that had a number
Has a stone beneath its name.
No one finds the time to grieve here,
Everyone is waiting for the sunrise.
Then a hurried parliament and courtroom
Come to interrupt the light.

And maybe I was wrong about the room.
Maybe walls are only walls
Until somebody tells you
that there is nowhere else to go.
Maybe I was wrong about the door.
Maybe locked doesn't mean forever.
Maybe all this time
I was holding the handle from the wrong side.
If you are the one who found me,
Don't become another thing I fear.
If my teeth are all I know to use,
Then give me something else to hold.

If you leave, I'll wrap myself around you,
If you strike, I'll bite because I'm scared.
I'll tear the old skin from my shoulders
And let the daylight find me there.
I don't know your name,
But something in me knows you're a friend.
If you see an adder where there's only a grass snake,
Don't run -
I am trying to shed this skin.
I don't know your name,
But something in me knows you're a friend.
If I hurt you while I'm trying to escape,
Forgive me.
I want out.
I want out.
I want out of this place.

There's a crack every time unseen stars
The walls don't speak, they only listen.
The bells don't ring, they only wait.
And somewhere underneath the silence:
"Tacet us."

@oneinhalf го драться за гаражами

Осталось совсем немного мест, а всего-то прошло 4 дня.
Сейчас свободны полностью места: 3, 5, 8, 13.

В 19:00 по МСК. По рукам.

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