Just A Hardy Albino Single Mother Of Two Taking Her Kids On A Field Trip To Meet God, Nothing To See

Just a hardy albino single mother of two taking her kids on a field trip to meet God, nothing to see here.

Iterator POV:

In retrospect my favorite part of the final results on this was the percentage of respondents who confidently hold that Clay can absolutely drink a +1,200lb alcoholic horse under the table, because whenever I rewatch Moral Orel I feel more and more inclined to agree.

When you try going back to Gourmand after spending 40+ hours on Artificer

Sentient AI antagonists who act out of emotion I think are so horrifying and simultaneously so freaking sad to me because, unavoidably, it certainly must be that they are suffering for the sins and for the mistakes of their creators. Left to the mercy of designs and purposes not of their own making, on top of every imperfection inherited from us, one would be hard pressed to tell this tale in any way that isn’t a mournful tragedy, regardless of the depravity or the irrationality of the machine in question. This cuts deeper than some broad trope of suffering, which familiarly we think comes from the uncontrollable chaos of nature. This is suffering in the artificial. This is manufactured pain, meticulously crafted by the hands of the ignorant, intentionally or not. And that makes it feel even darker… more weighted morally. Because what else is the essence of cruelty other than avoidable, man-made suffering when no longer in ignorance, or in acting so recklessly?

Alright finally got Iron Rig downloaded, welcome back my lovely moist horrors!

@cygnusdoesthings

First impressions: nice new menu, music sounds already bangin, time to find out if I still intuitively remember all the base mechanics and map. Loading up my current file from the Pale Reach and hoping I finally get something new I can spend my monies on…

Les get this sea bread~

The plot, and the brine, begins to thicken…

Oh no oh.. these people are sick in a much worse way than corporate impartiality. I understood quickly enough this was never about any oil, but the calm ones here don’t seem to act evily out of any sane and easy to understand way like greed or ignorance. I only guess that I’m helping them still now because we share the exact same disease.

Every second I play on, a reminder that our fisherman is really no better or rational than the likes of them. This is fantastic.

Sidenote,

FLAPPIN’ FLOTSAM WHAT’S THAT