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i don't do bad sauce passes

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occasionally subtle
Jules of Nature

shark vs the universe
wallacepolsom
almost home

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there is not a single thing about this image I am not absolutely obsessed with
"where is cardi"
the man loves to post
loving the actual possibility of donald jumping between high ranking republican twitter accounts and getting a huge swath of them banned permanently
no offense but your struggle is valid no matter how many people have it worse than you
me: *catches myself being judgmental* me to me: i did not raise u this way
Hokkaido, Japan
I realized what bothers me about the skyrim horsesâ head tracking. normal horses donât look at you head on because they see better to the side. which implies that skyrim horses
are predators.
Reminds me of this comic
I heard too many sounds at once and now I am a bitch
We're all one sensory overload away from becoming the strongest versions of ourselves
supervillain origin story: two conversations happened near me at the same time
sometimes itâs like. iâm going back to my house. sometimes itâs âletâs go back toâŚâ and you donât know which word to use to sum up the building. sometimes you wake up to a text from your mother and have to shift all your plans to run home and sometimes you wake up and you are home. two nights ago i was confused about which bed i was still in. i sleep upside-down still, like i do at the house where my parents live. i donât have as many nightmares as i once did.Â
sometimes youâre in the car and youâre wondering - where the fuck am i going? what am i doing? why donât i just go do anything else?
and sometimes youâre in the car and youâre wondering - how did i get so lucky? how is this real? am i grateful enough for all that has been done for me?
sometimes you type the text you shouldnât send and you send it. and sometimes you donât send it but you do have a full conversation with your dog about it. and sometimes you arenât really sad yet but you can feel it percolating under the surface, hissing like it knows it will overcome you if you let it. and sometimes you arenât really happy yet either but you get the same kind of something; a beautifully fine edge like the hair on the back of her neck. like if you reach out you could brush against a meadowed life. and sometimes quiet is just comfortable and sometimes itâs what isnât being said and sometimes itâs a horrible exit.Â
and you want to tell your past self - we made it out and we found a home! but you know she wouldnât understand, because she doesnât know what home is yet. and besides, you still say âim going home for the holidaysâ. you mess up and call the hotel home when you mean safe. sitting around a campfire, you find a warmth inside of their laughter, you mess up and call that feeling lovely when you mean belonging.Â
and sometimes youâre like - wow! iâm really glad iâm alone for this. and sometimes itâs like. fuck thank god im not alone anymore. and you arenât alone anymore. or if you are alone, youâre okay with it, because you are someone else now, and can be alone and happy about it.Â
and sometimes itâs like. my childhood ended. i donât know when. but iâm about to go close another part of it. i am aging, or i did age somewhere and forgot to notice it. the spoons are where we keep them, but the back of my hands have new scars and my sense of time is different.
i type - hi! iâm sorry to reschedule. i have to run home for a moment - and then go back and type i have to run to my parentsâ house and then type iâll be out of town. i donât know where i am or where iâm going. i write home in the fog of my windowpane, and watch as snow starts falling.
Funny thing is: CD Projekt and their sub-divisions are all super great to most people who work with them. Theyâre famously generous and kind, giving out sweets and food and bonuses regularly.
If any game should get this article treatment itâs Naughty Dog.
this is gonna be one of those rare things i (1) reblog on main and not my shitpost blog and (2) leave a comment on
if you have never worked a media job you literally cannot serve up a âbut theyâre so NICE and give TREATSâ opinion â my studio only occasionally asks us to work a saturday and itâs usually voluntary, weâre fed, and paid our day rate, and i am still exhausted come monday. and thatâs after a standard 8-9 hour work week.Â
hauling 10, 12, 14, 16 hour days, doing so repeatedly, doing so with no end in sight is beyond exhausting. i have been adjacent to an entire group of my friends going through endless crunch â a death march, as its referred to â and it was emotionally and physically devastating on them.Â
and that feeling doesnât end when the product is shipped. you are expected to come back to work on monday, you get some platitudes from your leadership (the ineffectiveness of which put you in the crunch position in the first place, so their words only make everyone feel worse) and you are expected to perform. but you canât. you need to recover. for days, for weeks, for months.Â
or have we already forgotten the kotaku article about bioware?Â
âI actually cannot count the amount of âstress casualtiesâ we had on Mass Effect: Andromeda or Anthem,â said a third former BioWare developer in an email. âA âstress casualtyâ at BioWare means someone had such a mental breakdown from the stress theyâre just gone for one to three months. Some come back, some donât.â
i stopped seeing my friends for months when this happened to them. and when i did see them, they werenât themselves. they were crying all the time. when i worked these kinds of hours under this kind of pressure at my marketing job, i was crying all the time. you spend all of sunday dreading monday. you stop going to sleep until youâre too exhausted to funciton, because going to sleep means you wake up to go and do the thing youâre dreading.Â
i think people outside of arts careers, specifically media arts careers, think that we go into this for the thrill of creating and thatâs it, we can subsist off of that. full offense, but youâre incorrect.
itâs just a fucking job. entertaining people is not worth the kind of burnout crunch puts people through. there is nothing romantic about that. media workers are there to do a job and crunch is nothing but a failure of management that makes games and tv shows and movies worse. no one does good work when theyâre tired.Â
i canât stop anyone from playing this game but boy howdy i will never shut up about the labor abuses that went into making it.Â
by the way the "games, pizza parties, treats" etc aren't there to make the employees feel better. they're specific, calculated tactics to prevent them from reporting abuse.
at an amazon warehouse, they cut down on the number of reported work-related injuries by giving the whole staff a pizza party for every week without a single injury and hurt employees just stop reporting them because they didn't want to face the backlash/cause their fellow staff and friends to lose it.
unionise.
Cyberpunk 2077 did not undergo crunch, it went through a deathmarch. That is the industry term. Fuck CDPR.
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start out with the usual âthere are rats in my basement can you helpâ but make the entire campaign fighting rats and you discover an entire lost civilization full of rats until you finally defeat the king rat after months of rat fighting and then when you finally escape the rat hell the tavern keeper says âthanksâ and gives you 15 cents
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