…Just gonna leave this here.
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I have a new Let’s Play I’m working on! If you have never played Eternal Darkness and are curious (or if you are just a generous friend willing to indulge me) give it a watch!
Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Requiem is a horror adventure game developed by Silicon Knights and published by Nintendo in 2002. It is best known for having popularized the “sanity meter” game mechanic that has since become troublingly ubiquitous in horror games. It wasn’t a great commercial success, but it was a critical one, and has since earned its place in the classic video game canon.
This Let’s Play will be undertaken in two different manners. First will be a subtitled run: The audio component of this game is an integral part of the experience, with sound design and music adding enormously to the atmosphere of horror. So in order to preserve that atmosphere somewhat (I’ll still be jackassing around alittle in the subtitles but not too much), I figured an appropriate approach to this tale of terror would be to stick with subtitles. However, it’s easier to say more in a shorter amount of time when I’m actually speaking aloud, and I myself personally enjoy audio-commentary LPs that can double as podcasts; so after I’m done with the subtitled run, I’ll be doing voice commentary over the same footage alongside a friend new to the material, in order to cover more ground and in a slightly more whimsical and verbose fashion than is possible for me with subtitles.
Emmy winner for Writing for a Drama Series: Breaking Bad’s Moira Walley-Beckett
Andrew Rannells’ first Wicked Little Town
NINEWHEELS CAN WE GO SEE THIS PLEASE
Remember how everyone’s favorite part of Heath Ledger’s performance in Brokeback Mountain was his almost painful physical repression, his reluctance to express any emotion that wasn’t punching or SHUTTING DOWN? His voice was closed in on itself in a raspy burr — he fell to the ground rather than shed tears — his face was hooded and dark and full of twitching cheek muscles. Kristen Stewart is Heath Ledger, I assure you. She has the same handsome face, the same winsome, masculine smile, the same reluctance to make direct eye contact.
For years, everyone in the world has misunderstood Kristen Stewart’s compressed emotional range. They thought it meant she was a limited actress; it means nothing of the kind. She is John Wayne being forced to play the Maureen O’Hara character. Give her a rail to lean against during a sunset, a military jacket, a toothpick to chew on, and something to squint her eyes against lazily in the distance, and her guardedness will be transformed from unsuccessful femininity to The Great American Male.
Kristen Stewart is a goddamn cowboy.
Anyway, I’ve been looking forward to Camp X-Ray since February, so I’m glad to see its release approaching.
They did it, they fucking did it.
can someone explain this to me
Thirty years ago a legendary ET game came to fruition, so awful that as the tale told, all unsold copies of it were buried in a pit in New Mexico. A documentary film crew has just unearthed the stash, proving the legend true.
I don’t think people fully grasp just how awful it was. This one game, by the sheer merit of its unmatched shittiness, destroyed the video game and console market so thoroughly that the at home video game nearly went the way of the 8-track player.
It was literally so awful that it nearly changed the entire course of technology.
how can a video game possibly be that bad
Well, the boring, honest answer is that it wasn’t that bad, compared to everything else out at the time. There was just a whole lot of similarly boring, terrible, generic crap clogging up the market and failing to stimulate anybody. Basically, after the initial “ooh video games are a thing!” element wore off, it became clear that there weren’t a lot of people around who knew how to make games actually fun. ET was just a high-profile big-budget stinker whose epic failure set off the dominos. This gap in the marketplace is also what allowed Nintendo to come in and resuscitate the industry with actual quality.
On the subject of Whedon fighting - I teach a stage combat class at camp French Woods Festival of the Performing Arts, and all things Joss are very popular with my students as fight scenes - especially the ones that don’t already have an actual fight in them. We look for a scene with an argument, where the violence can be justified, and then we put in our own punching. These are two of my guys, making a scene from Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog a bit more violent. Enjoy!
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Raúl Esparza as George in Sunday in the Park with George performing “Finishing the Hat” at the Kennedy Center in 2002.
Thursday’s protests are seeing a much friendlier police presence.
I know this doesn’t mean things are all better now, but the idea that things can be getting better at all in a situation like this means so much I’m so used to things just staying shitty until the extremity of the shittiness simply fades away into the background of horrible things that have happened and I don’t know if I’m making any sense but I’m just glad that people aren’t gonna get tear gassed tonight, and god damn are those low standards.
So I watched the Livestream from Ferguson last night. Holy. Shit.
Now hear me out. It was a mostly peaceable assembly, some of the chants could have been construed as otherwise, such as the “this is a war cry” chant, but what I saw was an unarmed crowd and unarmed journalists exercising their right to Peaceably Assemble and the right for free media.
What I saw was noise machines, stun grenades, tear gas, and rubber bullets. What I saw was a desperate attempt to silence the media, ordering them to shut off their cameras and stop broadcasting. Here’s what I saw in order.
Police order the crowd to leave, they order the journalists to stop recording. The issues two ‘final’ warnings.
Police line advances.
Crowd puts up their hands. Some sit down. No advancing towards the cops.
Police use the noise machine; the one that hurts your ears and is designed to run off crowds. You see protestors holding their ears and refusing to back down, lining up. Some still manage to keep their hands above their heads despite the sound. Journalists start putting on gas masks. One puts on a helmet.
When the noise machine fails they start with the tear gas. Some protesters turn and flee. Most stay put, hands above their hands. The police line steadily advances.
Police start using stun grenades and rubber bullets with no care as to where they shoot; journalists’ equipment is damaged. The line retreats.
The cops advance and start herding the protesters back into a residential neighborhood and start cutting off retreat routs.
They fire more gas and more grenades and more bullets.
At this point the crowd are cut off from their vehicles; if they advance to go around the police it could be construed as them attacking so the crowd falls back again.
Police use more gas and more grenades in a residential neighborhood. Several private properties have fires from the grenades.
More grenades and more gas. The crowd falls back behind where the fires are, some take refuge in or behind cars.
The chopper is circling overhead repeatedly. In the distance you can hear even more gas canisters being shot.
People start slipping away and try to return to their cars.
Some of the journalists are still stranded, working on backup cameras because their primary ones are damaged ($$$$$$$$). Crowd starts to disperse. No sirens can be heard in the distance (no firetrucks to come put out the fires on private properties).
That is what I saw. No more, no less.
This is why I’m terrified of the police. This is why I don’t agree with militarization of our police force. The right to assemble is a constitutional right that was violated last night. Free media was a constitutional right that was violated last night. I saw reckless use of force by the police who could care less for the property they’re damaging.
This could happen anywhere. It could happen here in Boston, or in NYC, or Dallas, or Denver. What frightens me the most is the restriction on media. The Ferguson PD are blocking journalists from entering, arresting the ones that are already in place. Peaceable assembly and free media and free speech have been the basis of our government and both are being undermined. It says it right in the constitution that these are guaranteed rights. The Ferguson PD apparently believe they’re above the constitution.
This should terrify you. I don’t know what to say if it doesn’t.
burningdarkfire said: ☠ any/all of the animorphs pretend they’re normal teenagers who could go to parties and feel a little sad
tyrianterror asked the drunk headcanons thing to be rebloggable so i coloured it and stuff
yes a normal life au where their biggest problems are tomorrow morning’s hangovers. (ax doesnt get hangovers and he doesnt get knocked out form drinking either do u see the problem here)