[video description: a video of a baby fox playing in a graveyard. end description.]
its okay babe i know things are pretty bad but one day a baby fox will frolick over our bones. the rubble, the decay, the decline….it will all be beautiful again
Being a flop changed my life. The world is not my oyster, I am glowing. I walked into a pole this morning. There’s very little I wouldn’t do for $1,000
unironically in love this image. ‘big day for me’ they’re SO excited about getting to use their flashlight. shared joy is double joy
This is the opening screen of my new indy game “Smashlight”. It’s your bog standard horror FPS but the only weapon you ever get is a flashlight.
Now, as you go, you do collect bigger and more powerful flashlights – a flashlight with a bayonet, a laser flashlight, flashlight with a grenade launcher (the FlashBangLight, tm), and of course towards the end, the Nuclear Flashlight.
You can upgrade your employee uniform but only with stuff you would reasonably find in a big box store, leading to armor sets like the Ice Armor, which is made out of childrens’ snow sleds, and the Lorica Patata, which is Roman armor made from Pringles cans and Utz potato sticks bags. (How come you can randomly find a nuke flashlight but have to build the Iron Pan suit out of cast iron pans? Shh. Video game. The Yankee Vandal armor smells great and gives you a health bonus.)
And the twist is this: the game has a stealth aspect. Sure you have a flashlight that’s really more of a flamethrower (the Level 5 Torch) but your light going on attracts more enemies…and you can only use most of the flashlights if they’re on.
Realistically this is 98% an excuse to design cool gadgets that cosplayers will want to build as props. The Siege Light has a miniature old timey trebuchet mounted on it. The Lightmotif has an array of dishes on it that focuses sound waves to aggressively Rickroll your target to a permanent end. There’s a time travel flashlight that has little wings that pop out of it like a Delorean.
highly recommend keeping a small portrait of a historical figure who met a grisly end on your work desk. for perspective.
me: oh thomas cromwell, we’re really in it now. every day i get emails.
the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: i was on committees with the duke of norfolk. and they beheaded me.
me: yep. good point.
me: cromwell. cromwell this post has got too big and famous and people are starting to misunderstand me on it.
the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: oh no! you achieved too much fame and status? and now people are misrepresenting you? should we strip your lands and title? have you been beheaded?
