Tales From a Misfit
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There was eight. There was always eight to show.
At least that's how the story goes. You always tell of the inner four as we say. Earth, wind, water, and fire. And that makes sense cause they never change. they are Time and and Space too, but you have yet hear their tune. They play their part, and each changes in their own way And both of them will say. There was always eight. You see he was never gonna hold that weight. Some might even say that was always his fate, He never did like his place. So they claim to hate each other now But they know they are forever bound. One sees the way, knows the roads Sees the choices and know where they go. The others rolls the his dice and know how the odds slice. And they swore never to speak how those result go Because they know that would leave them to snore. You see, child, you have freewill, and you here able to curve out how you are borne. Because there was once a 7th, and Destiny got bored. Split himself in half. Gave infinite power up. Just up and said he had enough. Gave up a lot that day, but I what I always found strange. is the two that remained in his place. Because it wasn't light and dark. it wasn't some mess of person, and a spark. No, the two that came about. Were the wisdom to guide us though the tough ones. And the chaos to make it fun. And I think he know that too Destiny always knew That was he thing. That was always his way. Destiny never made a mistake. And he left us with eight, so there was always eight.
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Forever more it seems like no one even wants to see.
So few even lay claim to their dreams. Anymore, and so many more settle for staying on floor. and makes me wonder why I not suppose to take that door. It few like I'm one of the few that remain. that remember the shelter we took in Plato's cave. Was once something that was never to be crave. And here one of few is shouting. "No, we don't stay!" Only to watch them all want to stay where it is safe. Only to watch them all wreck even this place. Content to began the end of even shadow puppets. And still they do nothing. Never to care when I opened that door. And walk up the stairs they insist is floor. Until I hear all the shouts that I should just go out, and see. But with a passion this deep, my only wish is to share dreams. Sometimes you ignore them through and through
Sometimes they eat until they're is nothing left of you. Sometimes you throw it all away Sometimes you accept it here to stay. Most times you push back in. Most times you let it out despite its sins Most times you regret the moment you do Most times it was still the right move, And always you should bust through And always with the weapon you choose And always you should use the monsters that you are Because always you can get from heaven to hell, If you would only reach that far “One wish that’s all ya get” Those were the words he spoke again.
So I took this man, dressed in pure white, up on his bargain. He swayed a pocket watch in front of me again and again. The world around me faded as my dream began. I started life over, everything changed, And I moved mountains that way. Curved through every path that I wanted to make Pushed through it all. Was on top of the world with ease. But somewhere on the way I just wasn’t pleased. And I wanted to have suffered again. To have done it all over, to bend and be forced to bend. And the new world stopped, and my dream came to it’s end. The pocket watch of a dressed in pure white man having stopped again. He throws it back in his pocket like it’s some kind of parlor trick. In front of me, when I know full well how it ticks. I was about to say something, I was about to go back into my trip. But as he walks away he says “one wish. That’s all ya get.” I've choosen to enjoy my long weekend.
Prehaps the snow got to my mind in the end. I hope others have enjoyed whatever time they also get off. Holidays are a thing work often chooses to scroff. so at least enjoy the extra pay. among these trying days. wish, push on, continue to pray whatever get you through Christmas day for me it has been can of a lonely night I wasnt even sure if I would feel up to write But here I am. As I type. trying to give myself a reason. to find that light will a mirror dulled by life ever be bright?
will an incomplete heart ever spill life? I think it shines, I think it leaks despite every missing piece it needs I think, I believe, and I wanna hope that every last one fines a home every last jigsaw ghost Will a moon burned by sun ever be bright? Will the heart made to shadow ever make light? I think it shines, I think it leaks despite every missing piece it needs I think, I believe, and I wanna hope that every last one fines a home every last jigsaw ghost Will a house burried in dust ever shine like a home? Does the puzzle without a piece ever feel hope? I think it shines, I think it leaks despite every missing piece it needs I think, I believe, and I wanna hope that every last one fines a home every last jigsaw ghost every last jigsaaaw ghost As of the 20th, Persona 5 went from exclusive, to available on PC. Once again bogged down in too many projects, I turn to doing another review, and upon a friend request making some predictions.
P5 was beloved among the friends that had played the Persona series, and it is easy to see why. It has added a great number of quality of life improvements even as someone who has only played Persona 4. Including the story, unlike Persona 4, where you saved characters from a tv world, and let them join you shortly after. Many of your party members doubt you at first while sharing your secret goals. And often insert themselves into your party in their own ways, and with their own flaws. There are still secrets I look forward to unlocking about the world, if the game permits. I myself have sunk to trying to prove that these “phantom thieves” work towards justice in ways that others can’t, and long buried myself into the game as a result. I have yet to meet the girl I believe I’ll be trying to swoon in the shadow world, but it seems and sounds as though she is already there and often acting without us. There is also a far more manageable stat and gear system. While it is clearer where the story will go, it continues to surprise me with how it gets there, and why. Many of the character’s flaws add a sense of realism for me, and address a great deal of the psychology of the various types of human minds. I for one will be trying to finish it before anything else I want to play comes out, and hopefully it will not distract me from any further project. But during the stress of life retail work has put me under, a little escapism is probably a good thing. Comedies rarely take themselves seriously, and rarely work when they do. Free Guy happens to be a quite excellent exception to this rule.
Told mostly through the eyes of npc, non-playable character, wanting more out of life. With yet another evil corporate overlord that makes me wonder how many times Hollywood will spell it all out to us before we realize that capitalism is, in fact, the problem, and not the solution. Nonetheless the action comedy covers some very deep topics in very light hearted ways. It takes an in depth look at every technological difficulty we may be about to face in such a humanizing way. Even if I weren’t a transhumanist, I think I would find it hard not to recommend such a movie. It’s characters, it’s philosophy. Including its proper critique of nihilism. It is very rare for movies to look at the philosophy of meaninglessness as something other than “evil” beyond their typical lazy ways. But the character Buddy seems to grasp the fundamental truth well. As he says in the movie. “I am here helping a friend through a hard time. What could be more real than that?” In short and without too many more spoilers. Free Guy is a movie that cover the depths beyond humanity in a silly, easy to process movie. And for this reason alone, and many others it comes highly recommended. One, small, adorable lamb, four ancient gods, and various other species of animal almost as desperate to join a cult as they are to poop where they please. These elements may not sound like they’d make a good cult simulation game, but they make a great one. Perhaps precisely because of the simplicity of its formula.
Many of us, gamers included, often don’t like sitting down to do another job. The many players of simulation gerne an obvious exception to this rule. But what I like about Cult of the Lamb is that at no point in the game did I feel the stresses of regular life settle in, despite playing both a rogue-like and managing a cult. Though I would be remiss to not mention the struggle to gather resources. Gathering followers is a simple process, and for the most part afterwards they will look after themselves. The remaining resources were not so easy to find, lumber being my most difficult. It’s created a slower middle game where most of my dungeons were mostly about getting the lumber to let followers sleep peacefully, build the outhouse I need so they would at long last stop pooping everywhere, and the prison to put those in need of re-education in. That however was with a cult membership in numbers I was doubtless never met to take on so soon. Nonetheless while maintaining this large cult of roughly 15 in number I never felt it was impossible. Multiple rituals allowed me to keep faith high, and so many members with nothing to but farm kept the food storages largely in stock. The simplicity in and of any game is not without its faults. A veteran Rogue-like player such as myself got the game done with less playtime than there are hours in a day, but that also due to the amount of fun it was managing a cult of small animals, and meeting various npcs. When some more time passes I may well begin a new journey, and lead a new cult to glorious freedom. Did some talking with friend, and from some reason got into writing a song, or trying. Rather proud of it so here is the “2nd draft” for this week
---- We're lost in this cause. We’ve been stumbling on trusting ye old faith. keeping the quirks away so we've followed along. singing this same old song nothing left to say. trusting ourseeelves in the insane, but we push on through, because the thing that always held true~ is the hope we push for in even are darkest pursuits~ coming along for, and building off what we ignore. hunting what little we knew such is the tendency of a misfit’s truth we claim what we got. we doubt when were not We got what little we have, but it seems like a lot when it’s always around, and when there is little else to be found we are here as always forever bound from mountains to seas to a place where we believe we are here for each other, and sometimes that’s all you need. So we pile it all on, we just keep going on. nothing left to say. trusting ourselves in the insane, never trust the mundane. you never know what is in the brain. Believe in your soul, and trust insane crazy as it seems. never doubt the beliefs. for they here for each other, and sometimes that all you need. |