 What's up, guys? Welcome back to part 6 of 80s. Did you just get chopped by one of those little numbskulls again? Shut up. That is definitely rough. I guess you must have done something to make the fates real mad. I don't know, maybe beating the shit out of Meguro and something to do with it. Achilles, did you ever used to pray to the gods? Make offerings to them and such back when you were alive? Probably. I prayed mostly to my mother, lad. I always had my doubts the gods were listening, but they could even hear. Though I suppose that if you make an offering, they might be so inclined. Just for the moment, anyway. They're helping definitely, sir. What do you want to say to me? Dad! To be done, isn't there, father? Your house contractor there has shown a wide variety of pending jobs. I've ordered Nix to supervise that list. Entirely her problem, boy. And likely yours. How does it feel knowing that your rampages create the need for so much maintenance? I'm actually very happy now that you mentioned it. Keeps everybody occupied now. Go occupy yourself some place else. I saw you took possession of the list of minor prophecies of the three fates. As ever, I should never have doubted my daughter's expectations. I was uncertain you had necessary guidance to select it from among the house contractors, many opportunities. You offer something called the fated list of minor prophecies to me. Chances are I'm going to pick it up, though I make it sound like there's more I should know about it. Exactly. Should I be concerned? You know exactly what's necessary and no more. I know better than anyone never to tamper with the fates design. Well, that's... Though if they had cruelty in store for you through their list, I think that I would warn you anyway. Okay, still concerning. Who Scully wants to talk? Pal, thanks again for that nectar bottle from before. Uh-huh. Yeah. Though I hope you're not going around giving the stuff away to every bozo you know. What? Scully, you worry something bad is going to happen if I express a bit of generosity from time to time. There's someone to listen to gift-giving custom around here. No, I'm worried you'll be wasting your time. If you give that stuff away, don't expect to get anything back. Well, not after the first time anyway. Usually, I'm just saying don't get your hopes up. Maybe I just want to show thanks to my friends for its own sake. But honestly, that's why I dislike the boats, because I have to hold X to get it to shoot even a little bit. That is my personal dislike of the weapon. Not that it's like... You found me, Artemis. Ooh, yay. Artemis again. I think her design might be my favorite. Like that. You take good care of Kornacht for me, so I can try it too once you're up here. Deal. Making that the hunt is on. But you see, like... I can't just take and release it. You see, I can't just take and release. I actually have to hold it down for at least a little bit before I fire with it. Personally, I just like that as a part of the weapons feature. And that's more because if I need to quick attack, it becomes a major hassle. I mean, if I'm trying to shoot through enemies, it becomes slightly more of an advantage, unless they get that close to me and I have to volley fire. Fucking numbskulls. Die, die, die, die. I love the green effect that I get because I'm using Artemis's power. Ooh, let's go, buddy. Ah, shit. Artemis is hanging out with you. She doesn't hang with anybody, man. But I digress. Take this. Go with this. I don't want to replace my shit. As I didn't realize that if you took stuff, I didn't realize it didn't stack. Mostly because I'm really stupid. I can spam volley. Come closer, bitch. I'm just gonna snipe him from here. Keys. I want more keys! Ooh, goodie. And on there. Beautiful. Don't want the key? I really want the key. Fuck it. Potential death is worth getting a key. Oh, my God. Ah, holy shit. Oh, my God. What is that, potentially bad? What's this? That's cool. Oh, God. I'm just deaf again. Oh, shit. What is that? Holy crap. Oh, my God. I wish I had my sword right now. Holy crap. Oh, my God. I'm gonna die when I kill you. Oh, my God, they do. What was that? Apparently it's called a doom stone. So desperate are some souls to escape the realm of the... Fuck you. No. There we go. So desperate are some souls to escape the realm of the dead and they plunge into the mists of amorous. Even before they're sentencing this, having thus been lost, they are never officially registered or heard from again. But there is no escape from death, even for such souls. What the fuck? That was horrifying. And you're not gonna get any... I accept this message. Let's go with Drunken Dash. Hello, what are you? Have to keep going. Yeah, I know. What a surprise. No, Sisyphus Shadigan. Hey, sir. Hey, there's a thing here. Within the depths of Tartarus reside the most wretched of all the shades who linger for eternity within the underworld, whose lord and masters especially unkind to those attempting to cheat. Yeah. If you don't know the myth, Sisyphus has to push a boulder, I guess. Sisyphus has to push a boulder to the top of the hill continuously. He will never actually reach the top of the hill, and will always manage to roll his way down as soon as he reaches the top, either cresting over it and going down the other side, or it just, he loses and it rolls. Thing is, he totally deserves every bit of shit he's gotten, because he cheated death, which is something you do not do. He locked up death. You know, Prince Ed, might not expect it to run into you again, not after all this time. Something I missed out on the house? Saw what? Not had much company of late, is all. No, no, no, I'm just running away. Well, something's just about always in this back home, sir. Figured it couldn't hurt to check up on things and talk to us a bit more frequently. Well, I am grateful for it. I am the old boulder there, in turn. I'm used to going late these stretches on my own, but having visitors from time to time would do me well. Sure. Plus you offer me shit. You give me stuff for free. Um, I need the healing. One selection there. Thank you, mate. Thank you so much. Thank you. No more skulls. Some games where I like using range weapons. This is not one of them. Ah, shit. That's why I don't like using range weapons. Yeah, let's talk. Looks like one of the wretched witches shot you dead last time. Sorry to hear that, huh? No, what a... Um, Achilles, sir. There's something I've been wondering about your codex. The words are yours, and yet it's through my actions that I'm able to absorb them. Is that how mortal scriptures always work? As I checked, I don't. You have to understand, lad. I've been hearing your father's word for quite a while. That is true. My documented learnings became bound to me. What's like this B.O.C. You can undo those bindings over time. Thus, my knowledge can be yours. Whatever it amounts to. That's through a great deal, actually. I think I'm grateful for it, sir. What is it, child? Is something amiss? No, it's just the latest renovations from the contractor. Father told me you've been supervising all of that. Look, just between us, and I'll not speak of it again, but thanks so much. Yes, no need to speak of it again, though I am pleased to oblige. Is it light down? Oh, shit. I can actually rest. It is the kid of night, or the approximation of it in the realm of ages. Um... Prince of the underworld, Zagreus rises from a fitful slumber with much mischief on his mind. I don't know what I'm doing. Excuse me? I was just going to have a little look through Father's stuff. All is quiet at this time, ever dreaming Hypnos put a spell upon the house, as willful Zagreus had asked of him. All of... Lower your voice, old man, I'm trying to be sneaky here. Hello? He ventures toward the stately throne of his lord father, half expecting to be caught, but he'll expecting what he is about to find. Message shut up, old man. Oh my god. I love this kind of stuff. He doesn't know exactly what he thinks. He only knows that something always has fell to off to him, that he does not belong. Who is he, really? Yeah. Lord Hades never would indulge such questions, so Prince Zagreus would find out for himself. I'm not listening. Rifles through his lord father's possessions. There is not much of any import there. Ledgers and administrative part of it work. Correspondence from Olympus, which he had ignored. No trace of any confused son. But lore! So much fun. There is the note. What? Written finally in a hand and voice, the likes of which the Prince had never seen or heard. The hell? Hades, I can no longer tolerate my life here in this place. So I'm leaving, even if it kills me. I won't be returning to Olympus. If there is a place where I belong in this world, it must be somewhere between heaven and hell. Perhaps it's on the coast and has a little garden. Take care of service. I shall miss him. Persephone. Thou stead prince of the underworld, Zagreus, absorb the contents of this letter. Okay, okay, okay. So Persephone is his mother's hand. Got it. And my mother's hand? Wait, what? You're saying this Persephone that she's my mother? But, but father always said that Nix was that liar. He lied to me. They both did all my life. You know, thus did the Prince discover inadvertently the well-kept truth about his lineage. Entirely by chance, this did occur. Okay. So Persephone is my mom. Persephone, the one-time queen of all the underworld. How is she gone? And why? Engulfed by newfound questions and his rage, the Prince decided to confront his lord and master. Why? Okay, so here's my thing. Persephone and his relationship is a remarkably stable in the mythology. And, you know, typically good. So I wonder why she ran. You're Nix. You're not my mother. All this time you and my father, you, you lied to me? Yeah. Oh my dear child. So now you know. What the fuck? So now you know. But only half the truth. I can explain the rest so. It's, this is, what the hell? She was saying it was never my wish to hurt you. I wonder. Will you even remember me? Let's go unlock that newest weapon. This one. Twin fists of Malfon. All strength combined surely cannot be stopped. Whoa, those are some paws. They look a little bad. These are my favorite so far. Holy shit. Maybe, maybe. Oh, I was hoping I'd gotten some new shit. I think these are going to slowly become my favorite weapon. Darkness give me strength. Family. Whoa. Death is your only family. Death and I. Best to get accustomed to the both of us. Not on your life. What the fuck? Hello there, Dionysus. Sweet. You just got a booze. Give me strength. Maybe you can ask Eversag. Now you keep out it like you have been. And I bet we'll all be hanging out up here in no time flat. I'm with you all the way. Oh, man. These are going to be so much fun. Do I want to? Let's talk to Chaos. What do you think? Within the underworld's quietest, most solitary, darkest abyss, lies hidden evidence of the beginning of all things. Of Chaos, the most ancient sculptor. That has shaped this world. And best take all the evidence I find. Hi, buddy. This is the certain problem here within the bounds of the Earth. It is as though it has been said that you've not stick with it. Fucking voice effect. That's the Earth itself. I wish it just makes you up and out. That's cool, I guess. I'm so boned. What a fight. That's interesting. So I'm getting more rewards, but I don't get to see them. Oh, poor. This is my fastest attacking weapon. This is my sword of my two favorites. That was a lot of money. Come on. This game's not going to give me a boot now, is it? Oh, please tell me this is a boot. Ah, there aren't enough enemies for a couple of those. I just sadly finally reached that point where everything gets fucking armor. Oh my god, lads are the fucking wars. I would shot at that. Sweet nectar. Wait, I've not been using my cast. Here's the problem. This almost has a new effect. Ah, crap. You can just be punching this fast. Oh, sweet. Oh, I love it. You've met your distant relatives by now. We don't all share the same demeanor nor see eye to eye. Though all of us, I think, wish you the best. Gonna die again. Damned lost souls with nowhere left to turn. Congregate in deepest Tartarus. Where they fuse together with the Earth itself into odious forms which defy description. They basically turn into big crystals. Yeah. I'm... yeah. I'm so screwed. Fucking- That feels like a good place to end this video off. Um, all right then. Yeah. I hope you all enjoyed this video. This game is so much fun. But yeah, I hope you all have a fantastic day. And as always, peace out, guys.