Apocalypse Song
By St. Vincent
“So take to the streets with apocalypse refrain
Your devotion has the look of a lunatic’s gaze”
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Apocalypse Song
By St. Vincent
“So take to the streets with apocalypse refrain
Your devotion has the look of a lunatic’s gaze”
i believe this song is what being a single-celled organism must feel like. i just feel 10 microns wide listening to it
i hope tumblr users never stop talking about punk music i think we deserve this
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at this point it really does severely damage my opinion of someone when i learn theyve bought a switch 2 and its games. like you could just not have done that
Every purchase one makes is a vote for the world they want to live in. Nintendo actively insults its loyal fanbase with it's pricing and practices and yet, no one seems to care. Convenience at the price of one's own dignity has completely skewed the Triangle Of Production (is it still even a triangle at this point?).
Quality is now a suggested feature; not a known fact. Nintendo gave up on its attempts at making ergonomic controllers after the Gamecube. The GC controller was unsightly on American eyes which drew vast criticism because the majority of consumers are infatuated with none other than aesthetics alone. I wouldn't doubt for a second that counterintuitive and insipid Nintendo has its private investments in the arthritis treatment markets for the deliberate pain they have caused with their poor designs meant for the smallest of alien crab claws. And goodness, I seem to have been in such a flurry of disdain that I have omitted the quality of its games. Well, shall we move on to the next part of the triangle--
Time, well, we all know how quickly these games roll out. Your average developing company, Nintendo very much included, is now forced to birth half-baked mediocre bits of interactive media with swiftly encroaching deadlines that it has now been dictated as a feature to include DLC to make up for the fact the proclaimed "finished product" is in fact unfinished! I can nearly hear the blatant laughter in the consumer's face as a Nintendo spokesperson struggles to find what is truly meaningful and worth its outrageous pricing scheme besides the promise of DLC which, ironically enough, pushes up the price of the game which was never finished in the first place! GameFreak and their Pokemon installments since the release of Sword & Shield shall be the initial mark of this failure; a failure which has proven to be a rather profitable trend! A good artist knows when it is time to let their creation die: when their idea loses its fundamental intent and has become too great to be contained with the same level of quality as the previous installments. Pokemon is nothing more than a husk of poorly contained viscera kept alive on life-support, and every time I come to visit, I think I can hear it trying to shout with the little strength it has left directly in my ear, "Kill... me... please!"
Finally, the last but least decrepit limb of the production triangle, money. Nintendo loves that sweet pre-order money! The consumer FOMO has become so palpable that their sweat is practically in the form of dollar bills. These games, however, are already funded. The developer's salary is already cut out for them. This pre-order money is simply for ramping up the hype train and lining the pockets of the company executives before a product has been released at all! Sure, one's friends ought to be envious of one who has their GameStop pre-orders lined up for the following years to come, but what is this really ensuring? One's place in being the first to disappointment? Is impatience now the virtue to behold? And the truly remarkable trait of this behavior is that the following installments of a product are now welcomed regardless of quality, as if all is forgiven so long as one can feel as if they are the elite in whatever fanbase one chooses to support. This type of behavior is the most profitable of all and enables companies to simply extract all the money they wish from today's average, mindless consumer. What incentives do corporations like Nintendo even have these days? This consumer behavior has already caused more damage than it is aware of and will continue to be the direct adversary for the human's taste in art, the human's desire for meaning, the human's will to live.
For the sake of my well-being, every company that I could have a potential monetary relationship I must hold at arm’s-length and judge whether or not this company truly has my best interests at heart. The larger portion of the gaming industry seems to be void of any true artistic value; only reliant on their ability to cause one a case of Stockholm’s Syndrome with their most popular intellectual properties. What a wonderful opportunity for the indie developer! I suggest to the gamer for the love of gaming to hold onto their cash for dear life. Prove to these companies that they must earn one’s trust as one waits for the initial release and reception to take place. Unplug from the collective spoiler communities that never had business being a part of any community in the first place. Read a book under a tree! Enjoy the many sunsets during this wait. Paint! Draw! Practice your whistling! Take up yo-yoing! If the bug becomes unshakable, hunt for the endless supply of wonderful games under five dollars (many even free!) that other companies have to offer. It is most important today to refuse giving these corporations an inch, for now they freely waste one’s time and money with whimsy!
P.S. I am a long time Pokemon and Nintendo handheld fan. If I may flaunt my personal accolades, I was a Pokedex completionist through Pokemon ORAS. The Switch has never done anything remarkable for me besides give up my once undying love for Pokemon and “switch” over to the Steam Deck so I can at least enjoy the occasional indie title without the constant hiccups of the Switch Lite. The Switch 2 really has nothing to offer for me. Pokemon Scarlet & Violet I consider to be a complete failure on all accounts and I don’t thing GameFreak should ever be forgiven. As for Mario, Donkey Kong and Link; is this really the best Nintendo can come up with? Is everything really just a mix of nostalgia bait and re-hashed characters? This is all starting to reek the same pungent stench of Disney’s MCU whose existence I already refuse to acknowledge.
With the noble act of refusal, isolation initially overwhelms as it causes everyone around me to appear as a drooling zombie. It’s not such a bad thing. It is impossible to reach self-actualization when one is constantly mingling with the interests of zombies. Without them the air becomes open and I find the ability to breathe deeper and focus on my innate necessities. I’m well on my way to becoming an unstoppable force. What is one’s excuse? Comfortableness? Comfortableness is a drug that one must induce a tolerance break from time to time in order to differentiate oneself from the hopeless addicts that can no longer see through their own delusions.
09/19/2025
Once again, I’ve deleted all of my precious content for your viewing displeasure! No more memetic funnies! I know that this likely displeases my meager 2700 followers who have been with me since the glory days of Tumblr predating December 2018, but this cycle has occurred time and time again in which I must erase the person I falsely believed I was to intimately share with you the person that I truly am through the glorious magnificence of the text-post! I advise you to sit tight through this age of decaying language (though some seem so welcoming to the rise of NEWSPEAK, it may be hard to suggest that it is in fact decaying).
If one must know of my emergent history, I warn you that you are likely to be disappointed because, frankly, I’m a complete nobody. I’ve been misguided in my early years by the church of Seventh Day Adventists while also subjected to the conflicting curriculum of a well-funded public school in Juneau, Alaska from 1998-2004 in which I was placed in the equivalent of a Krelboyne class for my unique ability of solving complex math problems and higher than average reading and writing skills. These talents would fade after my family had moved from Alaska to an old, conservative logging town in Washington. There was no “Krelboyne” class. I had to join the rest of the kids when I realized I was a complete outcast and very desperate for friends. I put all my chips not only on being the class clown, but the absolute class fool. And it worked! The curriculum was simple; same old things I’d been doing since the third grade. Eventually, I would be known for my academic achievement with a near 4.0 GPA by the end of the seventh grade. I was popular enough to my liking, I was good enough at sports, my math testing scores were literally off the charts, and I made it from the last all the way up to the second chair playing the Trumpet. Life was alright…
After this point, my father became obsessed with my grades and what I was doing with my life. He began controlling every aspect of my daily life more than he ever had done before. One thing above all really didn’t sit well with him – my absolute love for skateboarding. He would become irate anytime I would rather go skateboarding than take part in conventional sports or extracurricular activities. He associated skateboarding with delinquents, “hoodlums” as he would say. Though, partially right, he made the biggest mistake in doubting my passion for something. I wasn’t like your average skate-punk. Every aspect of it, the engineering, the physics, the whole thing about it was so fascinating to me. I developed a great talent for ramp construction when I was only thirteen. I was always building something either for myself or my friends. There was always wood available since I had spent a great amount of my childhood helping my father with various home remodeling, construction, and demolition jobs. In hindsight, I would consider this to be one of my greatest skills that I’ve let go to waste.
One of the things I’ve wanted the most in my entire childhood was a guitar. I’m not entirely sure why, but at the time I always had this idea that I wanted to make music and look really really cool doing it. My younger sister brought home this old junker acoustic guitar with a broken neck at a neighbors garage sale, though I think she really only thought of it as a fun toy. My dad adhered the neck to the body with epoxy and a 3” screw. I ended up using the thing and learning to play with internet sheet music and various “How To Play Guitar” DVDs. Over the course of a summer vacation, I could play a decent handful of songs.
Only a year or two later, I start a killer death metal band with some friends and we had a wonderful time playing every single venue we possibly could. We played together up until the end of high school, when we all realized we had different ideas of what we wanted to do with our lives. Three members went off to separate universities, one dropped out of school to acquire his GED and find great success through his cosmetic school which only left me. I was blindsided by this reality. I had no idea what I wanted and lacked the same opportunities. So, I did the only logical thing to me which was to continue playing music in various bands while also getting terrible jobs to supply the guitar strings. And skateboarding? What even happened to that? This was my routine until I was twenty-seven and could no longer justify my actions because I was no longer happy with the music and I was strangled by the forty-hour work week.
I didn’t start doing the things I wanted until I was in my mid-to-late twenties. I had trained myself rigorously to ignore those things for my whole life. I see why parents have that empty look in their eyes when you tell them what your biggest dreams are; they don’t themselves dream. They see it as an act of rebellion. The American Dream to them is to be complacent in a system of corporate slavery. As long as you can have access to co-pay, why question anything in the world around you? It’s no wonder that since this point, my relationships with family and friends have almost completely deteriorated. The abyss is my destination. And in the abyss there is great comfort in knowing that thoughts and desires can truly by mine to achieve. I take it upon myself to become acquainted with the darkness; appreciate its obscurity. The way the eyes and ears so easily deceive the mind and the soul of those who haven’t once confronted the abyss is profoundly sinister; how is it that one can learn to see and listen properly if one has never been before deprived of their eyes and ears?
Perhaps this has been a dark turn of events for my anecdote. Perhaps the ending didn’t wrap things up nicely. Perhaps if you hadn’t a presupposed formula for the way a good story should end, you could find meaning in the most mundane, most painfully human anecdotes. To me, the author, this is really to mark the beginning of the story. This is a story where age is not a constraint, because it is never too late for introspection, well, that is until self-actualization itself is eventually criminalized (it could be sooner than one would think). We live in a world where Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs is seemingly demolished, but to me, I think it has been just turned on its side and a bit more difficult to determine where the top is when one is only beginning their journey.
Tread carefully.