Zero Stack UBI; Kiss My Ass

Once upon a long ago, we had a writer signed up here at this rag who was supposed to write, ya know, like, what we do and shit. But he never posted a thing. He had told me once upon that long ago, that he was going to post something about fapping to some cutesy femboys on the internets and then questioning his actions. But his browser crashed. Go figure. He isn’t signed up anymore. Hasn’t been for a long time.

So this quarter-mast, zero stack (more on that here) was also a video game developer. Was. I saw a small build for an 16-bit game and recolored a sprite for him. I also made motion graphic shots for a trailer for a seemingly revolutionary concept for a game-ified online school program. None of these have gone anywhere. The bits of work I did were for free.

A while ago, like maybe a month at this point, Quarter-mast had a pathetically small meet-up at a friend’s coffee shop to discuss the potential for a UBI program in Oregon. He printed a commemorative “banner” on individual pieces of paper and stapled them together. Not only do I understand that at this point, there’s no practical way to support UBI, but I know that at the point where UBI must be necessitated due to automation, UBI could be outmoded by a conceptual Resource Allocation Metric. When nobody is earning money, do you need it, or the meritocratic allocation of resource allotments? Which is what currency is supposed to stand in place of.

If this chuckle-fuck had any balls or brains, he’d have used his game dev knowledge to create a game wherein the players earn cryptocurrency through their actions sort of like that new thing Crytek is doing┬ábut with the main goal of the player’s actions in the game entirely contributing to the mining of the currency. You couldn’t do that? You couldn’t talk to somebody about game-ifying some blockchain shit and an economist? You couldn’t do that? You who complained about living in Lake Oswego….

Hey Crytek, can I work for you? I’m an amateur writer, director, and graphic designer – so pretty all-around useless. But, seriously, “Crycash?” And if I’m being honest, I don’t know if you can earn Crycash by playing the game but I don’t really think it’s the sort of game that can hold my attention long enough to commit to such a task as earning money from it.

What if this is what Death Stranding is? What if, with the help of Sony, Kojima is gonna give us this transcendent experience and opportunity? One can only dream….

Merry Crushmush, and Happy New Year

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Tales from the Rat House: Part 1

It all began when I heard from an old friend

Who now occupies himself as a video-game developer

His dream is to make the world better for everyone

Which will be achieved with the power of gamification

At onset we gathered in the lab to do no more and no less

But it foretells the story of how I entered this mess

I traveled miles on foot to extend my assistance as best as anyone could

Little did I know the sordid confusion I was stumbling into

Upon arrival to the apartment revealed a strange atmosphere

A fishy smell, sparse furniture and an eerie tone filled my ears

His roommate offered me fruit before stepping out to smoke

This being the first victim besides me who entered this abode

A student from abroad, his pockets brimming with black gold

Moving to the United States allowed him the freedom to smoke

So the smell of hookahs and cigarettes was abundant in our home

Despite the sign on our front door which sternly told us no

His teapot waited at the ready by our toilet; DIY bidet

My tentative tenant and old friend had then brought in a stray

A mangy mutt with nothing to his name but sad, puppy-dog eyes

He wore a showercap to maintain a desired amount of grease in his hair

Thus had the Louse King come to invade our lair

There was no way these interlopers could be given quarter

So the Rat King and I worked quickly to remove our infested pest

We blinked not at his watery eyes as we told him of the Boneyard

Hanging his head, he reluctantly followed us to his last known location

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Fuck Nyx Assassin

As a 1,000 max health Witch Doctor, I abhor you with every ounce of my being. I despise the fact that you will stalk me across the map and reveal yourself while I am amongst my team just to burst me down and then promptly be killed afterward. I loathe the way you brag about all of your kills, when all of them come from kamikaziing yourself onto me.

I hate your early-game.

I hate your mid-game.

I hate that late-game, you are supposed to fall off, but all you need to do to stay relevant is upgrade your Dagon and continue to kill me without issue.

Fuck you.