The vibe is fucking immaculate. Naughty Dog heading this up gives me faith. I just hope they do a good job with the PC port.

“Hitlist”… so, the quarterly earnings report?

They are setting up a patsy. They need someone to blame this on, because they are getting completely embarrassed and are of the belief that people will lose faith in the police force if they can’t catch a man who murdered someone in the middle of the street. This whole ordeal has gone so far askew from what the “status quo” should have been for a public execution in their eyes, and they just want it to go away. So, they’ll find someone they can pin it to, and plant all of the evidence they want on him. Fake IDs, passports, manifestos. This is an average day for the alphabet agencies. What they are too blind to realize is that we’ve didn’t have any faith in them before, and in fact, are starting a new religion around this vigilante as we speak. Wake me up when this goes to court and the defendant is allowed to speak for themselves and shows the cognitive ability of someone who is meticulous enough to procure all of the items needed for this assassination, as well as a well thought out plan and escape route. I’m not going to believe a person with crippling mental health issues and a complete inability to speak full sentences was the man behind all this, but that is who they will show to the cameras.

By number total screen time of feet in the movie.

The exception that proves the rule.

I won’t be answering any further questions.

If I’ve learned on thing from my time on earth, it’s that all humans are the same, and all of the opinions of one are shared by the majority.

It’s not “new”. There is no FOMO. Early adopters for games are a large chunk of sales.

They lose day 1 hype, tho. Sure, the game eventually comes to steam, but that’s after it’s already been overplayed on twitch and YouTube’d to death.

Yeah, but Joy got out of it in like 5 minutes. If I know sadness, it’ll float right out while eating my last cheez-it.

Not a great mode of picking up women.

Back during Covid I was temporarily laid off for several months because I work a restaurant that was closing until the end of the pandemic. It was the first time that I truly had nothing to do for as long as I could remember, so I did what I thought I should do, and turned off my alarm clock. I’ve always been a wild dreamer, and I dream vividly every night all the way through until I wake. Sometimes they are vignettes, sometimes its a whole-ass life in my dreams, but they are always there, every night.

At first I would pop up at 9am like I did for work, but eventually I got used to it, and I stopped waking up early. Soon it was 10:30, noon, 1pm. All the while I was dreaming more and more. With no hard cut off from my alarm clock, my dreams would come to their natural conclusions, which was steadily becoming my death in my dreams. Sometimes violently, sometimes of old age, but it got to where every time I went to sleep, I knew I would die that night, somehow. This isn’t some creepy-pasta or anything, it’s a true story, and I genuinely started getting panic attacks before bed because I didn’t want to dream my own death, again.

Of course, eventually I did the smart thing and turned my alarm back on, but for a while I was locked in my version of Groundhog Day. My already natural nihilism played into all of this, and sometimes I slip into a dark thought about death, and I have a nihilistic version of my inner monologue telling me, “You’ve done it before, and when it happens, just let it happen.” It’s kinda fucked up, and it’s been years now and I still have some issues about it.

“How do you want to do the centering on the sticker? Left align? Cent–”

“Justify.”

“…But wouldn’t it look better with a cent–”

“Justify.”