And this is why, when I finally move out and live on my own, there will be no television, no DVD player, just a computer.
Oh, and Roger? The solifugids called. They say “Fuck you asshole”.
I don’t normally post horror vids, but this one is modern, short, to the point, and will inevitably be optioned, ballooning in its death throes to six two-hour movies, each outdoing the other for vapidity, body count and lack of imagination.
Here’s a fast-bodged-up reaction gif for all Isaac-traumatising occasions.
You might like to download The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth to find out what so horrified him in the first place. Actually, after a good 58 hours of getting small children killed by assorted abominations, I strongly recommend doing so.
This unfinished story will probably never be finished. It started out as an idea for a “dark science fiction” series, ripping off all manner of sources.
If anyone wants to throw large sums of money into putting this thing on screen (yeah, right), let me know.
After five years I’m amazed it still works.
This unfinished story will probably never be finished. It started out as an idea for a “dark science fiction” series, ripping off all manner of sources.
If anyone wants to throw large sums of money into putting this thing on screen (yeah, right), let me know.
Darkness gives way to tiny lights.
Not that it gives way all that far; just enough to reveal shape, distance, generalities. Rows of things, gleam of frost.
The things in rows look like carcasses in plastic bags, hanging on hooks from racks in the ceiling. From the floor, tubes and pipes and wires of many sorts wind up into ports and plugs in the ‘front’ of the baggy, upside down, all too human shapes; high-tech viscera in a frozen slaughterhouse. Presumably pumps are whirring and electronics hum and bleep. Not that one can hear; there is no atmosphere to carry sound to ears.
When atmosphere does arrive, it arrives in silence, too — a soundless bellow of fog from a hundred vents, racing down the racks, setting some contents swaying. At first, anyway. As the pressure rises, the sound becomes more audible, a life giving roaring. A roaring that swells and suddenly cuts out. Heating elements cut in, long hot glows, attempting to keep the newly released atmosphere from freezing to walls, racks, floors.
Now a new sound is heard: Crack of ice, shriek of unwilling hinges. Someone has opened an airlock.
What if ancient spaceships hide out on the edges of the charted regions like dragons on the corners of old mariner maps, hunting the void as crewless leviathans ever in search of power?
This sounds like a prompt for an indie sci-fi horror survival game. Possibly in the WH4K universe.
My current issue with communism is my mistrust of any economic theory that becomes a political or a general philosophy. Seeing all through an economic lens, especially reducing people to their economic role, seems dehumanizing no matter who is doing it.
– Jubi Dutcher
I was struck by this, as it is exactly why I currently regard the United States with a sort of mesmerised horror. My responses for those who don’t or won’t visit FaceBook:
That’s pretty much encapsulating what seems to have gone wrong with the United States to me: free market economics - a theory originally about market activities alone - has been generalised to cover areas of society that it does not, and cannot, work in. (E.g. the provision of necessities, citizen welfare and support, even interpersonal and religious areas of life.)
It actually worries me. The United States basically sets the standard for Western European-style civilisation - and the standard keeps dropping.
I’m beginning to think that the United States is more self-denying than anything else - namely, that it refuses to acknowledge that *IS* a society, instead of some ideal market space of isolated individuals making deals with each other - adults, men, women, children, and so on.
As you probably guessed from that second paragraph, I consider the current free-market-addled model to be a major retrograde step in humanity’s development.
