So, here you are. Aren’t ya. AREN’T YA? Ya, ya are.
“Oh yeah?! SHOW ME THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE!”
You’re genuinely just a bunch of fundamentalist indie hipsters consuming games like they’re new season flavors of coffee at starbucks. I bet you drink IPA and tell your friends about your favorite micro breweries, let me know if I’m close. You have an oversized square beard (you use beard balm), and thick rimmed glasses, and a balding head that you shaved clean.
Again, I might be off on the details, but the gist is there.
You don’t, entirely, and saying that is like saying “well love is just biochemistry. It’s all just molecules interacting.”
And yeah. That’s ONE way of seeing it, a very materialistic and wholly insufficient and even trite way of looking at it devoid of human soul and the actualities of living that experience.
It’s basically a resignation to what capitalism is trying to sell you- units of something, you become a statistic, it’s not the enjoyment of the food, it’s about a sterile transaction between patron and chef, where you get so and so filled to such and such a degree, and that has some specific arbitrary value in money.
It’s just such a consumer zombie way of perceiving the world, I just can’t.
Meth and coke? Good luck with that ejaculation
DMT springs to mind.
It’s a dalek?
We don’t mix toys.
They weren’t doing much for me anyway
Crystal meth cured my autism
Go be with your father in his last moment and let him know you love him and always have and will be alright and take good care of yourself and your family.
I didn’t get to myself. I wish you all the love and strength, it’s very hard, my sincerest empathy, friend.
Buy up huge tracts of Amazon forest real estate and carpetbomb it with anti-personnel mines so that nobody can go there, it can’t be illegally logged, and poachers won’t dare go there.
Yes this plan has flaws but can be tweaked.
I fricking love communal gardening plots!
It’s a capitalism and “free market” issue and always has been.
I don’t. They’d send their own hitmen.
It’s not breaking the illusion that’s the tricky part.
That quickly, I can’t with this utilitarian consumerist take, like, you didn’t buy a game, you bought a minimum specified undetermined quantum of enjoyment. It’s so sterile. It’s like saying, yeah the first part of the movie was great, but then it turned to shit, so you got your money’s worth of enjoyment points so you’re overall on plus. Sorry for sounding harsh, it’s a pet peeve of mine, I don’t like to consider games some sort of staple commodity to wring out enjoyment stats out of and then discard, it’s more to the experience than that. It’s like watching half a painting, you get some enjoyment out of it, not all of it, but halfway there, so that makes it worth it.
I don’t think so.
New maps! And skins! You can buy them, you know!
Yeah and some dragons, and fairies, and magical elves!
You run over hookers and get your money back.
I’d say it’s a… Hot topic.
It is!