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  • I would say Poe’s Law isn’t in effect here as the majority of 196 instance users (posters NOT lurkers) are anti-heirarchy as a soft prerequisite to jiving and understanding the humor.

    I’ll say this, have we tried Yassifying the Kleptocracy? I mean have we run the numbers???





  • araneae@beehaw.orgtoGaming@beehaw.orgLet's discuss: Deus Ex
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    But for Deus Ex, we’ve got… I don’t know, Cyberpunk 2077, maybe? But the whole open world thing doesn’t really fit in with the usual gameplay loop of Deus Ex. There are a fair amount of great cyberpunk games, but none seem to really scratch that immersive sim itch. I guess Prey is pretty close as well (in addition to its System Shock influences), if you consider some of the body/power upgrades, but it’s not all that similar thematically.

    Check out Cruelty Squad by Ville Kallio on Steam. Aesthetically and spiritually it scrys into the future on the same level Deus Ex did and delivers an even more dire prophecy that feels as disturbingly prescient. It takes the open ended levels of DX and adds insane verticality and mind bending traversal. It plays more tactically than Deus Ex but the augment system is really rewarding and enables the player to munchkin their way to their target.

    You may notice it looks artistically like a 13th century Christian piece with a Jackson Pollock splotch of New Years Eve stomach soup all over the canvas. I retort that so did DX1 most of the time. The CS playerbase refers to our ability to parse and navigate this style of level design and eclectic color composition as the ‘CEO mindset.’

    But seriously I am a big Deus Ex enjoyer and other than Thief nothing has come as close to the full breadth of experience that world evokes in me. It is both terrible and beautiful to behold.




  • araneae@beehaw.orgto196@lemmy.blahaj.zonedruletectives
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    Roland Deschain saves you from being harassed and mugged while you’re visiting the Big Apple and couldn’t get a cab after drinking with your girlfriends. With one hand missing half its features and the brutal butt of his antique looking pistol, he pummels the men to within an inch of their respective lives.

    In 2011 in a movie theater, the homophobic ringleader of the men who hounded you, whose name is Geoff, goes to see Drive in theaters with his daughter and his daughters friend. They both think the lead actor is cute. That meticulous calm, that dread and serendipitous violence hidden behind the wistful eyes of the lead as portrayed by Ryan Gosling, stirs something in him. Geoff breaks down into tears remembering the girl he and his friends would’ve… he cast an askance glance at his daughter, reaching out to him, and the girl she brought, No, he realizes, they’re in love, how did couldn’t I see that?

    Geoff’s old shuddering limp returns, a reminder lain dormant all these years that the butt of the gun that shattered his L2 vertebra hadn’t just broken him for the rest of his youth. (Psychosomatic the doctor said. Bullshit, Geoff said. My ass still hurts.) It hadn’t just taken years of physical therapy. It hadn’t just wiped away the group of friends (shitheels, he realizes). That mad diseased looking cowboy motherfucker had saved his soul. He had given Geoff time to become someone else.

    In your present, the whirling madness continued and by the end of it, you weren’t sure this interloper had even been in your life longer than that black-sounding-white guy song you heard in the bar. How did it go? Baby can you–? (But he’s a righteous man!) Baby can you dig-- (Righteous man!)

    He crushes hands, he kicks a knee in. You see the ringleader, whose hate you could see shining right through his eyes, collapse into a broken heap on the sidewalk pavement, unable to move. But you know he is not dead because the ungodly wail that comes ripping through him makes you almost wish this had never happened. Wished you were a worm that had died in a rotten hole in the Big Apple.

    “You,” the satanic cowpoke offers raggedly, “have received my aide and now I must ask of yours. I am dying and there’s a quest needs doing. Many things hang in the balance, worlds upon worlds.” Though he didn’t seemed strained during the fighting you realize now he was deathly sick to begin with.

    The longer he talks, the more words he says, the more the hellish dream land he describes as his home country reminds you of where you came from. Even when there is nothing in parallel you ken his heartbreak and his resolve and he kens yours. You are enveloped in a grand quest to find some Dark Tower. He merits that there may be “iron in you yet” and you may even have “the makings of a Gunslinger they would have sent west in shame”. Your training begins as he leans on you more and more to hunt food and fend off wildlife.

    As hard as it all is to bear, as alien and terrible as this world is, as cruel as he is, he is one of the only people who truly ever saw you.

    He saw you very well.

    Another of the Unfound Doors that let the savage dying cowpoke into your world approaches on the horizon like the black silhouette of an army marching in single file. Roland’s only chance of survival may be the antibiotics found in any American pharmacy on the other side. If there is someone like you, or utterly unlike you, you pontificate, it is by the Way of the Gun and in the name of Arthur Eld and the White that you must be there for them. Like he was for you.

    And will you be there with him when he blows his horn at the foot of the Tower, when your Tet has lain waste to all that opposed you and your worn through moccasins grace the roses at Can’-Ka No Rey, the red fields you’ve begun to dream about? A sick feeling in your gut tells you that although he has come to love you and you him, father and daughter after a fashion, you are just one more cartridge to be sent into Ka’s wind. And that feels so sickeningly right.

    You know that when he speaks the dozens, perhaps hundreds of names he’s sworn to speak before the threshold of the Dark Tower itself, your true name, the one you gave yourself all those years ago, will be among them. The word that means you will shake the foundations of existence itself.


  • araneae@beehaw.orgto196@lemmy.blahaj.zonerule
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    7 months ago

    Surely the spell restores your functioning homeostasis priror to death rather than 3d printing some kind of magically made repository of all your “healthiest” body parts right? So surely gods and magic don’t care about your foreskin or untransing your gender.

    PUT THAT ORC WOMAN BACK IN HER ASSIGNED SEX AT BIRTH BODY AND REINSTALL THAT BITCHES’ APPENDIX AND DORMANT CANCER TISSUE. MYRKUL DEMANDS THE RESTORATION OF THE APPENDIX.


  • Oh, but somebody please fucking tell me how great being LGBT in China is, and how overblown the oppression is. Somebody please, describe to me how there is no problem because my personhood would be recognized and my healthcare provided for if I’m lucky enough to be in a ‘tier 1’ city in the wonderful communist utopia of the PRC. Someone tell me this woman from China is lying about having to put the clamps on her Chinese account because the Chinese government want her, generally, to shut the fuck up, don’t rock the boat. And of course, she’s not been torturemurdered yet. So, with the threat of her partner’s life. they’ve coerced her into giving up her white hat hacking career. Speak out, and we will throw your girlfriend into a death camp.

    She was probably just unlucky she was born in one of those “backwards” places where the local police have unlimited power AND the tactlessness to use it. But she’s a good uplifted middle class girl, so she should culturally have access to the China I’m told is real where this shit doesn’t happen. Must be her fault for not moving to one of the good cities.





  • I think people might be getting tired of the “I have no respect for anyone or anything no matter how delicate, bad taste and shit stirring are funny haha, isn’t it cool to be uselessly disruptive and cruel” thing in general. As someone gender non-conforming, fuck Dave Chapel, but I suspect he’s a canary in the mine for a sea change in the kind of jokes people enjoy in this crushing scary and depressing era. It doesn’t help he is making fun of a group Republicans are openly plotting to oppress if not erase. You know. Like some sort of coward who goes after acceptable targets and doubles down despite the backlash because they are so very lucrative in their exploitability. As a plus, he’s getting in on the ground floor of the Nazi-lite entertainer-to-propagandist operation, so he will be forging connections with everyone who keeps getting cancelled by wokescolds. When that starts happening to one of these weak willed celebrities, they end up tripling down on their weakest character traits and circling wagons with the worst fuckers alive.

    If you’re a fan of Chappelle’s, all you can do for him is email or tweet him that you think he’s being cringe. He’s not going to stop otherwise, he’s being/has been inducted into the canceled club for free thinkers and he-says-what-were-all-thinking right wingers.