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Comet Inducing

I'm good on comet shit, thanks. I'm a position to know what the margins are like on enthusiast media properties, and so I know that it's incumbent on them to beat the shit out of whatever is getting views, but it's lead to a state of affairs where the stats are functionally writing the content and it looks it.

The Net Serpent

People often talk about the "dadification" of games, which I suspect is at least partially a function of a workforce that is aging and a medium that is aging with it. I mean aging in the sense of a casked liquor. I don't mean aging in demonstrable progression of decrepitude sense, but know this: the grave awaits us all. Purely in terms of time spent there, it's not even a contest; the tomb is the truest home of man.

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That's So Gabe

I grew up quite Churchy, for lack of a better term; eventually I couldn't square some of the concepts. Then religion was simply the casualty of a mother who wanted her son to remain alive and a son who thought he was smarter than every other living person.

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Freedom

Far Cry 5's Hope County is a fallen place in desperate need of liberation, and one of the ways you know this is that occasionally a person will be tied up, muttering to themselves, and you can press X to LIBERATE them.

A New Record

I feel like this one happened kinda fast. Soon we'll arrive at a point where we can power our societies with the rise and fall of the heroes we create and destroy. If we're going to continue in our effort to transform the Earth into a perpetual reality show, we've only begun to witness the grotesquerie. The effort to annihilate Ninja hasn't been mounted with the same vigor as previous campaigns, they have instead mounted a sumptuous, nuanced narrative, possibly because sites have done everything possible to associate themselves with his rise.

The Rub To Race Ratio

We used to play on Dark Iron. I introduced it in that way so that people who knew what the phrase meant had a moment to value their secret knowledge, but that's a PVP server in WoW. In a song off The Impossible Kid, Aesop Rock describes an environment so uncivilized that it's possible to catch rabies simply by walking to your mailbox and that's exactly the kind of place it was.