Island Asylum shitters!
I know it sounds like a reggae ragecore quartet, but “Island Asylum” is really just the starter/tutorial zone where you first spawn in Tainted Grail: The Fall of Avalon. It’s convenient how many games commence in the prison setting, because it gives you a rather immediate gauge of the shitter quality you ought to anticipate throughout the rest of it. Sorry did I say prison? I meant hospital. This term is interchangeable. Marinate your senses in the presence of these Wilsons located at a plague detention center where a cult, untethered by government oversight, punishes average townsfolk with knives and immolation. The plague is called “the Wyrdness”, and it makes you like semi-transparent and glow a little bit. And I guess you die from it, but I’m sure sleeping on a damp stone floor or getting set on fire doesn’t help.
In the first frame we see our very own personal shitter, as well as that of our roommate (amazingly, we both get one!) This cell has a certain Dunwall Prison vibe to it. But leave it up to Tainted Grail to #BuildABetterBucket - I’m loving that center handle, which facilitates carrying, even if it does make #2 a little challenging. Maybe you can sit against it.
For this second one, of course there wasn’t any point to the curtain in the corner that doesn’t even extend anywhere or afford comfort and privacy. Such things are forbidden in hospitals, churches, and carceral blocks - I think this was supposed to make the player notice this location and come in to talk to this lady, whose name is Lisa. Lisa was special for not dying right away. But she does, eventually, and this was her shitter! There’s also this other one that belonged to a guy who just burns forever. In this frame, you see that the Island Asylum is definitely a repurposed cistern, but why? This is the only building on the island - does it require a municipal drain channel?
Finally we see Brother Syrius and his shitter - This guy caught the plague and because he’s so noble he’s researching the effects on himself. Well, let’s not be fooled. In spite of the Plague Cosplay items on display (the wall-mounted shackles, shabby furnitures, and grubby clothes), this guy was absolutely an architect of this establishment and fully deserves every last lashing you donate to his cause on your way out the door. Don’t worry, that shitter is on your side, as I’m certain it was given no special treatment here.
