S: i won't let him which is very upsetting to him btw but i think he can live another day without wood shavings

such a cute character, love them!

S: HIGH FIVE. Tomba was the best!! I'm gonna grab the first game once it goes on sale and see if I remember any of the questlines at all, because they are all so weird and silly. I remember the only thing I didn't like was the race track thingy....

S: i love the first game more but i'll take it because my memory of the second game is so fuzzy... i played the first game a million times but the second only once

I haven't! And I feel like it's a good time to start because music from lex imperialis just drives me crazy, it's so insanely good

i guess i should just do it. there's just something to finding your own "canon", with some games it's easy to experiment, but once it clicks, it's hard to change it

M: soundtrack to this game is so good, it's been just 2 years but it gives me just crazy nostalgia

i wish internet would be a better place for everyone, but it helps, i guess, admitting to oneself just how deeply it can affect one's brain :(

thank you so much for your kind words!! i genuinely appreciate it, and yes, social media is poison. it starts with twitter but i came to realize true issue is inside my head. i hope facing it will help me rekindle my love for art. even if almost no one will see it, i still want to toss it out there

damn, right, what made it work in RT especially, was how every party member, upon seeing that they are about to face a spacemarine just start saying goodbyes. everyone just knows they are going to die, it's like, a FACT to them that this is doom.

it really nailed the feel so well

just imagining it in first person makes me shudder. it's a big daddy from bioshock multiplied by 10 because it's faster, more agile and so much more malicious. and so invisible and it just sees you as a bug

LIMITLESS HORROR POTENTIAL.

ever since i played RT on release and faced against Edge of Dawn's spacemarine in the first act on daring difficulty, i'm HAUNTED by sheer horror of a space marine when you are just a measly little human. it's a very underexplored area imo, they are terrifying

but i gotta try and rekindle art, despite all of it.

i just wonder sometimes, how it'd be in my head, if i didn't have crippling internet dependency, and if i'd be better or worse for it.

ultimately, though, it doesn't matter. it's just something to accept - i'm so much older, battered by life, and none of it really matters to me. it's certainly no life and death question for me, just a thing to accept - that my art isn't that interesting, that i fell off, L + ratio

when i quit social media, when i couldn't maintain it, when pressure was too much - my motivation for art died along with it. and how interconnected these things got. it's eerie, it's sick, it's not good. it makes me feel like i was never an artist, and only drew for attention (even tho it's my job)