I imagine some dude walking into a store, hoping to find clothes or something, sees a mannequin, freezes and waits for it to move (thinking it's a person). Mannequin doesn't move. Man breathes a sigh of relief, chuckling at himself. Mannequin turns towards him and FUCKING SPRINTS, having been triggered by the sound of his chuckle. Markiplier screams ensue…
Vaguely human… you realize someone could very likely get a marker and start drawing thousands of thousands of little stick men on post-its and just throw them a window the virus would spread exponentially… and in some areas the would be massive flood like swarms of post-its ebbing and flowing hunting survivors
The thought of it makes me deeply sad. In this hypothetical world, so much of human history would be destroyed, would HAVE to be destroyed for survival. Great works of art are burnt, or smashed. The ancient Egyptian wall paintings all go the way of Akhenaten. Old English illuminated manuscripts. Classic comics. Greek statues. So much knowledge, art, history, CULTURE, becomes a potential enemy to be scorned & purged. All these beautiful, wonderful things.
Oh & also all of Brazil is immediately wiped out by Cristo Redentor.
I like the idea that anything human related can be infected, but that doesn't necessarily mean they can infect or harm you.
So toys and mannequins are dangerous, but that's because they can harm you. They have no means of transmitting the infection themselves.
Meanwhile, your reflection and your shadow are completely harmless. Just demoralising.
Say you're holed up in a hotel room, you've just escaped a horde accompanied by a few bloodstained statues. Injured but alive, you step into the bathroom and flick your torch around.
You're there in the cracked mirror, jaundice face mashed up against the glass and screaming in complete silence. It is pushing hard enough against the barrier that you can see tattered skin and exposed bone come undone under the relentless pressure. All while decomposing hands scratch themselves beyond raw trying to rip past the mirror and into you.
Meanwhile, your shadow is flailing and reaching next to you. Head thrashing side to side as hands claw ineffectually at your ankles.
They can't hurt you. They can never hurt you. But you have to live the rest of your life knowing that – even in a private moment like this – something is always trying to kill you.
imagine getting ambushed by a bunch of commando action figures one taking his lil plastic trench knife into you're buddy's neck before another jumps onto you
Interesting religious connotations. Suuni muslims will feel very vindicated, given they can't show Mohamed or God. Jesus or Buddha running at you brings a whole new meaning to Hellbent.
"IM TELLING YOU HIS SHADOW IS FUCKING BIT!"
Welp. I’m using this
Wait, how would the mannequin breathe? If it’s Walking Dead rules then zombies don’t actually breathe, right?
Chimpanzee
Sharia law?
Peak
I would be thoroughly screwed as a doll collector
Zombified anime figures…
People make themselves not look like people to avoid infection, chopping off limbs and the like
The idea of having to fight your own shadow sounds cool (and im sure that has already been shown in fiction several times.)
Real Weeping Angel hours over here.
This is curse magic for real.
I can't be the only one who immediately went the Ghostbusters II route and thought of the Statue of Liberty
furiously writing it down
sounds like the Nestene Consciousness mixed with the Weeping Angels, both from Dr. who.
The Uncanny Valley Plague
shadows don’t have faces (also how tf do you bite the ground)
This would just cause the world to relive the puritan movement but worse… little sally drew a face in the sand? Clearly shes a traitor 😮
I imagine some dude walking into a store, hoping to find clothes or something, sees a mannequin, freezes and waits for it to move (thinking it's a person). Mannequin doesn't move. Man breathes a sigh of relief, chuckling at himself. Mannequin turns towards him and FUCKING SPRINTS, having been triggered by the sound of his chuckle. Markiplier screams ensue…
Vaguely human… you realize someone could very likely get a marker and start drawing thousands of thousands of little stick men on post-its and just throw them a window the virus would spread exponentially… and in some areas the would be massive flood like swarms of post-its ebbing and flowing hunting survivors
Sounds like a Doctor Who storyline. Weeping Angels meet Vashta Nerada.
The thought of it makes me deeply sad.
In this hypothetical world, so much of human history would be destroyed, would HAVE to be destroyed for survival.
Great works of art are burnt, or smashed.
The ancient Egyptian wall paintings all go the way of Akhenaten.
Old English illuminated manuscripts. Classic comics.
Greek statues.
So much knowledge, art, history, CULTURE, becomes a potential enemy to be scorned & purged. All these beautiful, wonderful things.
Oh & also all of Brazil is immediately wiped out by Cristo Redentor.
The thing is, we only identify it as "resembling human" based on our own perceptions, like how we could see faces on objects (face pareidolia).
The question now is, what constitute as "resembling human", and who (or what) decides that?
I like the idea that anything human related can be infected, but that doesn't necessarily mean they can infect or harm you.
So toys and mannequins are dangerous, but that's because they can harm you. They have no means of transmitting the infection themselves.
Meanwhile, your reflection and your shadow are completely harmless. Just demoralising.
Say you're holed up in a hotel room, you've just escaped a horde accompanied by a few bloodstained statues. Injured but alive, you step into the bathroom and flick your torch around.
You're there in the cracked mirror, jaundice face mashed up against the glass and screaming in complete silence. It is pushing hard enough against the barrier that you can see tattered skin and exposed bone come undone under the relentless pressure. All while decomposing hands scratch themselves beyond raw trying to rip past the mirror and into you.
Meanwhile, your shadow is flailing and reaching next to you. Head thrashing side to side as hands claw ineffectually at your ankles.
They can't hurt you. They can never hurt you. But you have to live the rest of your life knowing that – even in a private moment like this – something is always trying to kill you.
Grian's Hermitcraft bases chuckle "I'm in danger"
Iykyk
WHAT ABOUT TRANSFORMERS!? SO MANY OF THEM ARE SO HUMAN SHAPED
WHAT ABOUT ZOMBIE FURSUITS
what is that mannequin scene from???
Uncanny valley is about to get some new inhabitants
imagine getting ambushed by a bunch of commando action figures one taking his lil plastic trench knife into you're buddy's neck before another jumps onto you
Hey, who turned out the lights?
New movie idea, the shadows kill you
“Hey…who turned out the lights?”
This has the same vibes as "The image of an Angel BECOMES an Angel" from Doctor Who.
Yeesh that scene with the recording still gives me goosebumps
Interesting religious connotations. Suuni muslims will feel very vindicated, given they can't show Mohamed or God. Jesus or Buddha running at you brings a whole new meaning to Hellbent.