I Love Shouting Into The Void
does moisturizer expire, because my knuckles are like the surface of a badly laid sidewalk but i don’t even remember how long ago i bought this
if i wake up dead tomorrow, it’s the dial corporation’s fault
so this exists
I like that post about printing more money because now I get to see all of the armchair libertarians come out on my dashboard and lowkey defend social darwinism/classism
i love that someone claimed the us is not only still on the gold standard, but on bimetallism
the heist idea really resonated with me last night - it got me thinking about a possible setting. let’s call it 666 years from the events of sabbat 1, in a city known to most people as simply The City. in the wake of sabbat’s FULL COMMUNISM, none in The City (and, by extension, the rest of the world) go hungry, or want for clothing or shelter or whatnot. there’s the small matter of the borders between hell and the material plane being breached and hordes of powerful demons settling on earth and generally lording it over humans (or NINGEN as they derisively call us) but at least we’re free from want, so long as you don’t mind the chance you might get sacrificed in a blood ritual - but hey, some folks are into that.
i’ve been thinking about the things i liked from flexible survival. i liked the contained but sprawling setting of the city, i liked that distinct areas held creatures (and thus their associated tfs) vaguely linked in some thematic sense, i liked the fluidity and impermanence of form and gender - i remember a common activity of mine in the game would be to camp out in the park and purposefully lose to the tentacle plantmass to see how many vaginas i could collect (seven vaganìas. maybe more). it was absurd. obviously it’s flawed as hell, it relies on rape as a necessary gameplay mechanic and sexualizes it, and how you navigate the city and explore new areas is really awfully implemented, and let’s not forget that “barks aggressively” is on the more legible end of possible encounters. it’s a mess, but parts of that mess were still compelling to me.
the story i envision is that in several days, a reactionary faction of demonic society is planning a coup. on the surface, their aims include the dissolution of FULL COMMUNISM, bringing disparity once more to the human population, and the reinstitution of the gender hierarchy. their true goals are even more horrifying - they plan the resurrection of the Demiurge, hated he whom so many gave their lives to unseat and seal away in dreamlike death. it’s up to you and your tsundere glitchwitch partner in cyber-crime to gather up enough animal essences to give you a fucked up demon body powerful enough to stop them at all costs. i’d like to have a shitload of possible TFs, and not have them contained to one sequence. you should feel excited for the chance to find crazy new parts and get powers that let you unlock areas with even wilder parts. it would be complicated as hell and a whole lot of effort, but i bet i could do it. god. why do i do this to myself.
oh my god i’m so hype
i got a call a couple hours ago from a private number who said a lot of weird nonsense that didn’t make any sense. when i asked who he was he said “a fellow pyramid builder.” when i asked again he said “a mentor.” i hung up, he called back, i blocked the call, and he didn’t try again. it was very weird and a little unnerving