Happy 25 years Pokémon!
Pretty good, right
FUCKER?
Say hi to your
Mom
For me!
while layton’s crying over everyone leaving him descole’s out there somewhere sippin on a mojito
Layton: “I lost my brother just as I’d found him again… hopefully his tormented soul has found some rest…”
Smashcut to Descole and Raymond in a conga line in a San Grio beach bar. Both wearing Hawaiian shirts. Confetti everywhere. Earth Wind and Fire plays. Descole still has the hat, mask and feather boa on
I don’t think that we as a community talk enough about how minecraft is fundamentally…. very lonely. And terrifying, if you think about it long enough.
You wake up one day with quite literally nothing but the clothes on your back, in an endless world that at first glance is completely void of other people, anybody who you could befriend or communicate with.
Over time you meet villagers and maybe tame animals, but… still. The only things in this world that resemble you are long dead- zombies and skeletons, the living remains of other people, people who were once alive and, like you, living in this world. You have no way to know what happened to them.
When you think about it… there’s no reason for the player character to know a spoken language. Villagers don’t speak it, animals can’t communicate, the only person to talk to would be yourself. And over time, even that would become bad company.
Even if you become at home here, set down your roots and become comfortable in this world, that doesn’t change the fact that you are fundamentally alone.
Can you tell I’ve thought too much about this as a horror concept?
Adding on to this, because adhd brain has made me overthink this greatly:
The little hints that other people like us did exist once only make it scarier.
Who dug the mineshafts? Who built the temples? Who spent enough time thriving in this world to build stuff like ocean monuments…. and what could have killed them off and left so few traces?
It may even have been recent that they vanished, if the villages are anything to go by. Those houses are small, but still standing. The villagers can’t pick stuff up or build like we can. Who built them and what happens when they decay and the villagers can’t repair them?
Maybe it has something to do with the endermen- they can move blocks around, and their speech is jarbled human speech. It would explain the “Free The End” advancement.
But still. How long ago did these people- people like the player, people who were capable of building and living in ways that mobs just can’t- how long ago did they live? And what took them out?
And why are we the only one left standing?
YOU. KEEP TALKING.
eyes are the windows to the soul, and becuase herobrine is only a hallucination and not real, there are no eyes to look into. there is no soul
endermen, on the other hand…
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