Oh god, please don’t make me talk about myself.
I actually really like the SNES game, it is objectively not great though. You can’t even save, so emulation is a must unless you can dedicate an 8-10 hour sitting to it.
Particularly that it switches between top-down outdoors and a pseudo-FPS indoors, and the claustrophobic interiors and darker music give it a lot of charm.
I bought a Blahaj the other week and my god it is so soft. I’ve been cuddling with it every night since.
Sounds like the company needs to increase its bus factor. Luckily, I can help the company by not doing any of this nonsense, to pressure execs into hiring more staff so that the team is robust enough to weather a catastrophe.
You wouldn’t shutter a studio that produced a critically acclaimed game and then tell your remaining employees they need to make more games like that one.
Hell yeah! Hope the journey is a good one!
JFC. Imagine saying ‘Strike One’ out loud in person if you’re on a date or something. Someone does that to me, the date is over. I don’t have a lot of self-respect, but I have enough not to tolerate that bullshit.
And they’re probably carving themselves a nice bonus out of the tax write-off for the studio closure.
I mean, let’s not forget that the early consoles had their own pitfalls, a period of gaming that spawned tropes like ‘Nintendo Hard’ and ‘Guide Dang It’ in order to, among other things, pad out the length of what we would consider an otherwise barebones game, and to sell time on their hints and tips hotline. I do feel like there was less bullshit in the past, but it definitely still existed.
I preferred the switch lite with a protective case that gave the grips a little more body, made it way more comfortable to hold. At least until I picked up a Steam Deck, which ended up being pretty much everything I wanted out of portable gaming, and waaaay easier to emulate on.
No discredit to R.E.M. but my world’s been ending for over a decade and I feel like dogshit constantly. Nobody told me the apocalypse would be heralded by the dumbest fucking cryptobros and AI prompters the world’s ever seen.
I think I deserve not to have to justify my existence through labor, especially when the disparity between the value of my labor and what I’m paid for it is determined by forces outside of my control. I would love to wake up one day and not be obligated to work in order to live, even if it’s just a meager existence, because as it is I’ve already pared down to very little outside the essentials.
Meta acquiring Oculus
As someone with industry experience working with VR, I can tell you it’s a mixed bag. I think there’s certainly no way Oculus (and consumer VR in general) takes off the way it did without Facebook’s dollars behind it, and it’s certainly paved the way to the outstanding quality of standalone HMDs that are on offer today. However, it killed the initiative for PCVR hardware with the non-consolation that Meta, Pico, and HTC offer “Link mode” on all their headsets and it’s iffy on good days, which makes B2B PCVR very difficult to facilitate without some serious legwork on lowering latency over the air connections. Would that we could revive the Rift S, that headset was perfect for our needs.
Most of us in the mentally disturbed neighbor have known for years, but we’re powerless to change it because the system has always been ruled by money and, quelle fucking surprise, we have none.
I’m just waiting to die at this point.
The Markiplier E is the most poignant example I’ve seen of this phenomenon.
The day the $1.50 hotdog dies is the day my membership ends. Muffins already went up $3 in the last two years.
Probably doesn’t help that, at the very least, there’s a stigma about those jobs not being able to provide a comfortable living. I know I’d sweep floors if it paid $50 an hour.
I mean, let’s be clear, the U.S. isn’t all that rosy either, wages tend to suck unless you’re management or C-Suite and we get jerked around by employers with the lack of healthcare. We could use a steamrolling down here too.
Literally 90% of my problems are because billionaires exist. My rent is too high, groceries are unaffordable, my car is one dashboard light away from breaking down. All of these problems are solvable with the money that billionaires extract from my labor.