![]() A question was posted to Twitter a few days following the game’s release asking what Val was, leading to Red Barrels, Outlast 2’s developer, simply stating that “Val is Val.” Red Barrels has a history of not taking fan questions seriously, leaving some fans unsatisfied with their answer. Reaction ĭue to Val’s rather ambiguous gender fans had wanted to know for certain what she was. Please help improve this article by editing it. This section is in need of major improvement. In universe reactions would belong under sexuality/gender. Reaction This section is about fan reaction to the characters sexuality/gender identity. She views his actions more of an embarrassment, rather than disgust and hatred. She is also a hypocrite because she criticizes Sullivan Knoth for being a rapist and child-killer, despite herself also being those things. With her obsession with pleasure, she views her actions as “the sharing of love,” taking what she desires from anyone. Her goal being to revel in the apocalypse following the birth of the Anti-Christ that she wishes to assist in. Val is a psychotic rapist who is obsessed with “pleasure”. She molds the mud she’s covered in into a feminine-like body where she creates breasts for her chest. However for the remainder of the game, she’s completely naked, caked in mud, while also sporting a crown of thorns and branches. During her first appearance, she wears a black priest uniform. Val has a slender build with fair skin, short-boyish blonde hair and blue eyes. ![]() I am yours.This section is in need of major improvement. I know now as surely as I breath what I never knew of that flaccid, distant God. I will purge this world, soft with rot, of all but ecstasy and terror, so that you may build your throne on the charred remains. I could fuck and burn the world for all my joy. I cut the throats of Knoth's sheep in waking life and sex floods me like the fear of fire in a child. I cut the children's throats in dreams and wake filled with sex and appetite. I know it is not Yahweh, nor Ezekiel, nor any dog leashed to that gas-bloated corpse, swollen on the heat of his own shit and rotting meats. You have a thousand names and I know none of them. We gather and share our visions and wonder at their meaning. We have dug a tunnel so that we may meet in secret. I woke this morning thinking I was wetted with the blood of a child's slit throat. And I wake laughing, and aroused, and often wet with the involuntary lust of sleep. But my dreams are nothing but the murder of my children. Papa Knoth also says that our sins find us in our dreams. All those babies with slit throats and charred flesh will be waiting immaculate for us in paradise. Martyrs fallen on the field in defiance of the Archfiend. Knoth says there is no sin in such infanticide, as all are soldiers in God's army. Do any love God as I do? As often as I do? Part 3 We have sent such oblations into the earth by blood and into the sky by flesh burnt to smoke that this continued silence is a message in itself. Whether by words or action: God please give us an answer. Only one voice was absent, and conspicuously so. ![]() All the voices of Temple Gate joined in chorus. And Papa smiled and sang about gathering at the river. I cut Marcus' throat deep enough for the knife to scrape against spine, but still he was writhing on the pyre. ![]() I wept as at the slaughter of the issue of my own loins. Six more of my own children (though no blood of my own) met the blade this morning. When God leaves them, too, I will be there with comforts and guidance.Ī quiet sky. As I will never have children of my own, and have so much love to give. I now have more than forty orphans under my wing, who love me desperately, as only can a child abandoned by the parents they thought were as natural and dependable a fact as the rising sun. They had seven children between them, all of whom Papa Knoth has sent with the others into my foster care. Three more were sent today to live among the Scalled, their sores too florid to disguise. ![]()
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