Good. Your artistic and intellectual talents are better spent anywhere else than further squandered on that nonsense.
I like that nonsense, but I like my artists healthier and happier more.
You know. Fuck it. It's 3:44 am, I woke up from a nightmare, and I'm sorry to still be alive.
I don't need landmines. I need death. Don't ever, ever, ever be alive.
I've been drawing pornography for 30 years. It's fine. You're preaching to the choir. I'm not retweeting to correct or argue. I am retweeting for the content.
Oh no. Sin's going to discover Baki soon, isn't she?
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What bugs me most about Nine Sols isn't that the story is tragic, sad, desolate, etc. It does achieve those goals.
However, it does this by feeling mean spirited and needlessly cruel.
Stories are shockingly delicate, and a zig instead of a zag can dispel the illusion.
At one point I'm going to stop posting, dead cold, because I'm literally dead or I'm going to prison for killing someone.
Kinda seems extremely likely at this point.
This is not something you don't know, but the Git Gudders felt empowered and superior for finally playing a game series where they lost that they didn't stop to think, for a second, if games are meant to be lost 99 times and won once.
Nine Sols and Furi put me back into that discourse.
I hate it.
Someone tried to run me off the road, but I'm a complete dickhead so I just went slug ass slow and egged them on.
Like. What're you going to do? Kill me?
As if I wouldn't fucking kill myself anyway.
... In retrospect, I kinda wish I could have killed them instead.
Whatever. Medicine works fine.
Marina.
Why you having cool shit happen outside in your city?
I'm in the Southeastern United States and we have fucking, "Get your ass back inside and read, you library card having mother fucker," festivals.
We have cornhole tournaments and not the fun kind. It's just throwing beanbags.
Nine Sols is done. Drawing again.
Doing Nintendo shit for March. If you want someone, mention it.
Otherwise I'm going to just throw darts around.
Big gripe.
When people call old games, on principle, broken.
They're not fucking "broken". People have spent DECADES to fucking break them.
The games released now? Right now? This second? Are fucking broken too. You just don't know the extent /yet/.
Free from Nine Sols. I have to get the true ending, but that's the same final boss fight with an additional phase. All achievos, whatever, we're done.
Now I'm going back to drawing.
... And Deus Ex
Literally everything you do has so much personality. It rules.
Dopefish himself scarier than all the games he's cameo'd in.
Every video game has that boss fight that just Fucking Sucks.
Still a perplexing mystery of video games. They can make 14 out of 15 engaging fights but there's always THAT ONE that's like, "They must have known this was shit while they were making it. Why'd they even finish?"
Interesting experiment she's got.
The more you try to repress that fetish you're into, hoping to hide under some guise of purity to convince people you're a serious artist and not a hack, the funnier it'll be when someone dissects that 5 paragraph description of the love interest's beautiful toes you forgot you wrote.
There seems to be this belief that something good is bereft of the creator's fetishes or sexuality, and I'm here to tell you that's absolute bullshit.
Art puritanism is derangement.
BREAKING: We've freed Cookie.
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this just kinda happens on bluesky i think
Your role as a child through adolescence was to absorb as much culture, history, and art in your spare time to learn how to meet it on its own terms and merits, rather than your expectations of what they should have been.
Nah, never mind. I started seeing other people's art again.
No one wants this shit. What a subhuman IQ piece of garbage I am. Every time I know other art exists, I know I need to kill myself.
Suicide is a good thing and always will be. Never a tragedy. Always a positive benefit.
Getting back into drawing.
As it turns out, that's where they've hidden my money.
Cleverly. In the future.
What's drives me bananas is that I have mice and rats chewing through my floor, all day, and I can hear them doing it, but I can't stop them.
I live with a hoarder who has lost their fucking mind, so the house is full of garbage and old food.
Lived like this for 40 years. Hope they die EVENTUALLY.
Started Nine Sols.
I wish it had less story. More and more, I like games, movies, and shows that offer less expository dumps. Write your full text, cut it down by half.
Otherwise, it's actually really good. No notes.
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Going outside and touching grass is an important component to your reevaluation of something you dislike for specifically nerdy reasons.
When you go out and have new experiences, you come back to find that you actually still hate that shit just as much, if not more.
