Hilarious that during lifesteal world all of the actual lifestealers I've seen seem to be having the most chill and joyous time, basically are on vacation. Then you turn your head to pretty much any guest and you can actively see the Lifesteal Paranoia developing.
SO delighted by 4C's plan to just steal his friend's setups to stream lifesteal world because he's travelling and visiting friends for basically the whole event. hell yeah slime boy this can only go well it'll be great
posting one of my fav clips from this vod (starting from 1:39:06), full transcript under the cut
PILI: Hey, guys, so you know that my birthday is, um... Wait, let me check the calendar.
REK: (laughs) Wait, you don't— Wait, hold on, I might have your birthday on my calendar. Wait, maybe I don't. (PILI: Oh—) Wait, do I?
PILI: I kinda wanna see, I kinda wanna see. I wanna see.
REK: Oh! Yeah, it's on the 18th.
PILI: (gasps) You do! (Rek chuckles.) (WOOGIE: Wait, your birthday's in six days?") Woogie, do you have my birthday on your calendar?
WOOGIE: Huh?
PILI: Do you have my birthday on your calendar, Woogie?
WOOGIE: Well, yeah, it's— Yeah, it's August 18th. (Rek snickers.)
PILI: Rek. Do you believe this guy?
REK: (laughing) I don't know.
WOOGIE: I didn't even know if it was August, (PILI: I dunno, Woogie.) I was taking a gamble.
PILI: You're letting me down. You're letting me down, Woogie.
WOOGIE: Pili, it never came up in con— in conversation! When's my birthday? Don't look at Snapchat.
REK: (snickers) You could hear him like, "fine."
PILI: (typing on his phone) Woogie birthday...
WOOGIE: Nooo, nooo. (Pili laughs.)
PILI: (whispering) Ugh, damn it.
WOOGIE: Yeah, I'm not that popular. (PILI: Um...) I'm not on Famous Birthdays.
PILI: Ughhh...
REK: You're not?
WOOGIE: Nah. But Rekrap is, though.
REK: I am.
PILI: I don't know—... (typing) Rekrap... birthday...
WOOGIE: September 9th.
PILI: Oh. Okay, so, (WOOGIE: Was I right?) you know what, Woogie? I forgive you, that's okay.
WOOGIE: When's my birthday, Pili?
PILI: No, I forgive you, Woogie, don't— you don't have to worry. Like, don't worry. Don't worry. Just forget about all this thing. I don't care that my birthday is not on your calendar. We should just move on, okay? We just— We just—
WOOGIE: When's my birthday, Pili?
PILI: (whispering) Rek.
WOOGIE: So you don't know. Just say you don't know, Pili.
PILI: No, I do! I just, (REK, laughing: Oh, really? When is it?) y'know, I don't feel like this really—
WOOGIE: What's the season? What's the season, Pili? (Rek laughs.) Time of the year?
[Pili whispers "HELP" to Rek three times.]
PILI: Ummm, when... the sun comes out, and the moon also comes out...
REK: Oh, I think that's true.
WOOGIE: I don't know, (PILI: Y'know...?) I heard that's true for every month.
REK: Ohhh, wait, (WOOGIE: I heard that's a regular thing.) now you might be on to something, Woogie.
[Pili whispers "A HINT" to Rek.]
PILI: Mmm...
WOOGIE: When's my birthday, Pili?
PILI: It's just— I feel like, in friendships, knowing each other's birthday is not really that important. (Woogie laughs.)
[Rek whispers "april 26" to Pili.]
REK: No? (Pili laughs.)
WOOGIE: I mean, Pili, I have, like, a birthday gift for you and everything, and you don't even know when my birthday is?
PILI: Um...
WOOGIE: I have a birthday present for you: go back to your base.
REK: Just take a wild guess.
PILI: Hey, is— Um... Okay, wild guess: is it— is it April 26th?
WOOGIE: (gasps) It is! Pili, you remembered! (REK: Oh my gosh, you remembered...) Oh my god, aww...
PILI: Of course I remember, of course! I would be a really bad friend if I (laughs) did not...
[Woogie whispers "snitch" to Rek.]
WOOGIE: He's remembering, man. It's so great that you remembered.
[Pili whispers "THANK YOUUUUUU" to Rek.]
PILI: (laughing) Mhm! I just have all my friends in my calendar!
REK: (wheezing as he mutes) Yo, somebody clip this, please, upload this on Youtube, oh my gosh.
4c: (through laughter) Man, Nom's having a rough day. (Nom stops running around, stares at him) I-- (sound of morningstar charging) No. (beat) No--I don't-I don't think my inventory will save--
Nom: Run! It! Back! (he slams the ground with his morningstar, laughs)
4c: (through laughter) Imagine I just instantly die.
Just thinking about how Nom got to reclaim his mace and take another oath but 4c never got his cloak back.
Because there are fundamental differences in the nature of the promises they represent. The mace and the oath are promises for ongoing behaviour. They say, “I will act in xyz way. I am going to do xyz.”
Whereas the cloak is a tribute to past behaviour. “I did xyz. I have never betrayed one of my own.”
Because you can always change your future behaviour, but you can’t undo the past. And therein lies the difference and the tragedy of the promises they made.
do you ever get caught up in all the things you want but you can't have. does it ever feel like someone reached into your chest and removed everything but the bad things. do you ever wonder what it would be like if you were better, braver, anything but the way that you are.
gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining
because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe
and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them
and then
we built robots?
and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image
and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone
but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?
the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.
this is far and away the most popular post i ever made on tumblr. people have asked me if they could illustrate it, people have asked me if they could turn it into a novella, people just messaged me to say it made them cry. that means more to me than i can say.
you probably heard that the mars opportunity rover died today.
it was hard news to hear. i cried at my desk at work. it doesn’t make it easier that it was only supposed to run for 90 days at all; it doesn’t make it easier that it lived 14 years longer than it expected to. it lived a full life. it lived a very good life. it was the first set of eyes on miles and miles of mars. it was an explorer, it was tough, it was very, very brave. and none of that makes it easier, none of that makes it okay that it is not going to sing happy birthday to itself again.
about a year ago, my childhood cat died. i loved her more than anything. i don’t live near my family any more, and i wasn’t there for it, but my parents were, and they held her while her body gave out, and they say she knew she was with them, she knew she was loved.
i know opportunity was a computer inside a movable body, and not a person, or even an animal. still, i wish it had had people to hold it. i wish it had been with the people who cared for it. it seems very hard to me, to die so far from home.
but i think - to the extent to which we can say computers “know” things, which i think is a great deal; i think knowing is most of what computers do; i think if they have a consciousness, knowledge must be nearly all of it-
i think opportunity knew it was loved.
every couple of months i dream that i’ve gone home and my cat’s there. even now, even though my grieving is over and done with, i visit her in my dreams, and i hold her, and every time, she purrs. she missed me. she’s so happy to be with me again.
that’s a very human thing, dreaming of what we’ve loved. what we’ve lost. dreaming things that outlast death. like robots, and singing.
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