The Lucien Experiment

With yet-another school shooting under our belt, and all the conservative retards saying that we need to arm the teachers, I have devised an experiment that I am no-joke wanting to do.  See, it’s not like we ACTUALLY care if innocent people die anymore.  We have become so desensitized to carnage in this country that so long as it isn’t us, we don’t care.  All you people who are going to come into the Comments and disagree, shut the fuck up.  What did you try and do to change things?  You running for office on a platform of trying to advocate gun control?  Or if you are a conservative retard, are you running for office on a platform of arming teachers?  If you aren’t doing anything and eventually tune out as everyone does, then shut the fuck up.

A friend of mine who is an educator and I got to talking about this.  She said “what am I supposed to do?  While the students are panicking and terrified, I’m supposed to go into a lockbox, get out a handgun against someone who has an automatic rifle, and then take precise aim at them without hitting any students?”  Very good point.  She said a friend of hers had someone breaking into her house, and she got her gun, but said her hands were shaking so hard that she knew she wouldn’t have been able to aim accurately.  I can’t imagine what that situation would be like.  Hence why I keep knives on my person.  That way, either I get shot and die, or I stab my attacker or would-be assailant and don’t get anyone else killed.

But since America has decided that we aren’t EVER going to do anything to solve the problem, and I get to have all these Dirty Harry wannabes on my social media telling me how if they were there they’d have shot this guy, or that the only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun, I devised a little experiment.  I want to put this theory that all these faux Rambo mother-fuckers can’t actually handle an actual situation like that.  And I want to put their lives, their captors lives, the lives of cops, and the lives of innocent people on the line to prove my point.  I hear you saying “innocent people?!  How can you be that heartless, Lucien?!”  Well, it’s patently clear that nobody really cares about the deaths of innocent people.  All these mass shootings and the public is so quick to forget.  They move on to the next retarded-ass thing.  You know, until we get another mass shooting and they wring their hands about how awful it is, only to do NOTHING to change anything.

In any case, here is my experiment.  Let’s get a building, like a shopping center or a school or a hospital.  Let’s get all the Dirty Harry wannabes in there with actual guns and live ammunition.  Let’s also have a ton of innocent people in there.  The Dirty Harry types will know something will happen, but will not know what, where, or how many people it involves.  The innocent people won’t have a fucking clue.  That’s part of the experiment.  They’re the control factor.  Any scientist will tell you that you need a control factor.  Now, from several entrances will come several violent individuals also armed with actual guns that have live ammunition, with the goal of shooting up the place.  They will proceed to start shooting it up.  The Dirty Harry wannabes have to put their bravado to use and kill them.  Next, the innocent people will be able to call the police, who will show up.  It will be there job to try and aid the innocent people and disable the attackers.

I know what you’re thinking – Lucien, what on Earth are you testing with that insane idea?  It’s quite simple.  I want to find out if these Dirty Harry mother-fuckers can put their money where their mouth is and actually deal with this situation by being the good guy with the gun taking out the bad guy with the gun.  I want to see if they can measure up in a situation where we have innocent people in a panic and multiple shooters and how many of them will stand tall to that, without killing any of the aforementioned innocent people.  I also want to test how many of them will be unsure who the attackers are and confuse them with their fellow “patriots” just lookin’ to stop the bad guy!  Then I want to test how this whole situation would affect the cops looking to help.  You know, the people actually trained.  Oh, and maybe we could make this more interesting by having the building have a security guard or two.  You know, to see if they can handle it.

All of this experiment is really to prove a point that I and anyone who has any experience with violent situations or having a gun being fired around them already knows.  But I want to get real people really killed to prove this point.  Maybe, if we can show the actual body count and who the psychological trauma that would ensue from it, people can learn to shut the fuck up about what a Billy Badass they are.  It’s a thought.

Until next time, a quote,

“How do you figure out how two chemicals interact?  Easy – put them together in a beaker and apply heat.” – Dr Gregory House, House M.D.

Peace out,

Maverick

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School Shooting, Blame Video Games, Again…

I just love how this country is so eager to do anything it can to not talk about the issues after tragedies.  It’s amazing.  See, anyone who knows politics knows that the NRA is an insanely powerful lobby that brings a TON of money to politics.  So I know that no matter how many people get killed, or how many families get destroyed over those deaths, there will never be anything that will happen in the realm of sensible gun control.  I’ve said before that I am not a fan of taking guns away.  That would create yet-another black market, and I’m looking to get rid of the ones we have.  But there is no good reason why we can’t have it be that people have to be licensed to own a gun.  You gotta have to license to drive a car, so there is no good reason why you can’t have one to own a gun.  It’s only smart.

But all of that is just shit that I know won’t happen.  So we had yet-another school shooting, this time in Parkland, Florida.  17 casualties.  And just like every time this happens, the dim-witted American public and the ideologues who want you to not pay attention to the real problems facing this country are looking for things to blame.  As always, the first thing that people go to is video games.  Naturally.  It’s as old as their conception.  The endless thing to blame for what goes wrong in this world.  When all the rest of the developed world doesn’t have NEARLY the gun violence that we do, yet has just as much of a video game culture.

For the ideologues, this is no surprise.  We are STILL hearing about the Russian “meddling” in the last election.  Except the ONLY thing that they actually, allegedly (it has still not been proven) did was tell the public about Hillary Clinton rigging the primary against Bernie Sanders (which has been vindicated by the reveal by Donna Brazile, so for anyone who wants to argue, shut the fuck up).  Those amoral bastards, am I right?  Distraction from the real issues is so prevalent in modern politics because those in power know that the American public is full of some of the biggest retards you will ever meet.  You look at pretty much the entirety of the far-left and The Donald subreddit and you’ll see stupidity in motion.

Blaming video games is the easiest way for the ideologues to deflect people’s attention away from the real issues.  After all, to the uninitiated, video games look very scary.  See, Susan Dumbass sees her kid playing a game that has people killing other people and she just assumes that little Billy’s brain is being rewired to do violence.  Why does she think this?  Because it looks scary to her and her favorite talking head on Fox News said that it’s bad and we need to be scared.  Meanwhile, she’ll take her kid to watch films that have a ton of killing and it’s no problem.  She isn’t smart enough to realize that there is NO evidence of video games causing violence.  None.  There has never been.

People seem to think that all video games are just violent shooters.  That’s bullshit.  There are amazing artistic masterpieces like a game I just got – the remastered version of Shadow of the Colossus.  No shooting there.  Just an amazing spectacle about fighting massive creatures in order to bring the girl you love back to life.  Or you have the post-apocalyptic game Horizon: Zero Dawn.  There is shooting there, but it’s with a bow and arrow.  And most of what you are fighting is huge robots.  Or the episodic game with the art style and sensibilities of an Indie film, Life is Strange.  That’s a game about time powers and a girl solving a mystery.  Or my favorite Indie game, Journey, about a character traveling in a beautiful dessert.  Yeah, lots of violence there!

It’s so easy for the ideologues to market the CoDs or the Hitman games.  It’s easy to look at the blood and guts in DOOM and think that it’s scary.  But these people go so far out of their way not to see the artistic side, or the side of games that doesn’t hurt anyone.  They don’t want to talk about how the biggest shooter right now is Overwatch, a game that has no blood, no guts, and a cutesy art style that doesn’t make the combat out to be bad at all.  If they did that, then maybe they’d have to acknowledge that games are not all just “murder simulators.”  But don’t tell whatever that ignorant-ass Governor from Kentucky that.  He says we need to admit that video games are bad.  Um, no.  I’ll do no such thing.  I have intellectual integrity, unlike you people.

If you want to know the really horrible truth about shootings and this country, let me sum up how all of this really goes in a single picture.

That’s what breaks my fucking heart.  And you know what, that’s what Congress wants.  They want you to be kept complacent, stupid, and ignorant.  So that way, the two parties, who are the exact same party underneath their superficial “differences,” can make bank off lobbying money and swindling the American people.  But please, tell me again how an entertainment medium that has a very interesting correlation with the decline in violent crime is responsible for everything.  All fucking ears.

Until next time, a quote,

“What’s the point of talking if nobody listens?” – Huey Freeman, The Boondocks

Peace out,

Maverick

Bad PR 113: Jocelyn Morffi, Saints Peter and Paul Catholic School, and Anti-Gay Bigotry

For all the SJW bitching about inane bullshit that has no bearing on anything, there are ACTUAL cases of anti-gay bigotry that go completely unpunished.  But for once, as angry as this makes me, it’s nice to see the community coming to defense of the wronged person.  Every time I hear the likes of Anita Sarkeesian bitching about something in movies that has nothing to do with anything, we get stories about Jocelyn Morffi, the latest in a long history of people whose livelihoods are destroyed because of something that as FUCK ALL to do with her job.  Gotta love all that religious “tolerance.”  I hate that term, and I still use it here.  I believe acceptance of the LGBT community comes when we don’t have to “tolerate” them, but instead are just as apathetic about them as we are about anyone else.  But in this context, the term is fitting.

Jocelyn was a teacher at the Saints Peter and Paul Catholic School.  A private institution which it seems has a moral clause in their contract about not being gay.  Because being gay is so immoral.  I guess it didn’t stop them from hiring her, which sure is weird if this clause is so fucking important to them.  I mean, it’s not like they decided to ignore their own “morality” clause when they gave a woman who CLEARLY qualified this job.  However, they decided that they were going to clamp down on this when she decided to post pictures of her wedding with her wife on her social media accounts.  An activity that would NEVER be scrutinized by anyone is straight people did it.

After posting pictures of her wedding, the school fired her.  They called it a “difficult by necessary decision” in an open letter.  Um, what?  This is especially weird to me since this woman apparently was openly gay.  So, she wasn’t closeted and hired without the school knowing what she’s like.  Okay.  Then what made this particular incident the thing that pushed the needle over the edge?  It wasn’t her posting online telling all the kids that being gay is cool (even though I would still argue that there’s nothing wrong with that either.  Plenty of gay kids who are scared of how they feel could use some encouragement to accept who they are from figures in their community they trust).  She just posted pics of her wedding.  A totally reasonable thing to do.  It’s done by people all the fucking time.

What’s nice about this is that the community came to her defense.  Many parents said that she was openly gay, but never forced it on the kids, and is an amazing teacher, so they don’t get what the problem is here.  Good fucking question.  In a private meeting with school officials, it seems that a group of parents hasn’t gotten a clear answer on why this woman was fired.  Boy, it sure does look like this school decided that they don’t have a moral clause about being gay being bad (which religious schools can get away with because they are associated with religion, though we’ll get back to what bullshit that is in respect to this kind of institution very quickly) when they hired this woman, but suddenly have it now that they want to give her the boot, doesn’t it?  Hm, that’s odd.  Makes me wonder if there’s something that could actually be taken to court, doesn’t it?

A school official was saying that there is a moral turpitude clause in her contract, which she violated.  Okay, but that doesn’t hold up if she was openly gay when she was hired.  Was the clause that she can be openly gay, but not post anything online?  Does it make that clear?  What was the point that she crossed the line on this if the parents of all of these kids knew that she is gay before this?  Was this just an opportune moment to shit-can her?  Feels like it.

All of this is beside the point, though.  What blows my fucking mind is that Catholic schools can have some big hang-up on morality when it comes to sexuality with how many pedophiles are currently in their ranks.  That feels more than a touch bit hypocritical.  Don’t you think?  Could Father Child Toucher get a job there?  After all, the church goes out of their way not to disclose all the pedophiles in their ranks so they can be brought to justice, so is that part of your bullshit moral turpitude clause too?  Or would the school do as the church does and find a way to defend them or quietly sleep the whole thing under the rug.  As we found out, the church has a fund dedicated solely to paying off the families of children who are sexually abused by priests so they won’t talk.  Does the school rise to that same “moral” standard?  Valid question, if you ask me.

This poor woman.  A friend of mine who has been Catholic for so long mostly because of her mother who she was incredibly close to while she was still alive has had her faith shaken.  It blows my mind how religious bigotry is so easy to justify, so long as you put it in a fucking contract.  But the fact that this woman never hid her sexual orientation and the school still hiring her and deciding now to fire her does indicate that she’s got some legal ammo to go after them.  This seems insanely hypocritical.

The PR lesson is this – if you are going to be a bigoted institution, then either keep to your bigoted positions and tell qualified people to piss off because they like the same gender, or don’t.  Because I genuinely do think she has a legal leg to stand on when it comes to fucking up this school’s day, and I hope she does.  Fuck Saints Peter and Paul Catholic School.  If my suspicion is right, then I hope they end up shelling out big to this poor woman who lost a job she loved because of something that shouldn’t have mattered in the fucking first place.

Until next time, a quote,

“Some people are really fucking stupid.” – George Carlin

Peace out,

Maverick

For Love of Tiger, and Family

Taking aim was easy.  The red hull of her target was easy to spot in the darkness.  The enemy was close enough to see.  Her copilot was taking care of their defense.  Now it was up to her to win the fight.  It was a challenge she was up to.  Precise aim.  A maneuverable enemy.  The flashing lights all around.  Such a fierce battle.  The Protectorate was putting up a good fight.  But the Directorate was pushing hard, and cracks were starting to appear in the armor of the enemy.  A defense line of countless battleships, fighters, bombers, armors, and even the asteroid that they were fighting at being turned into a fortress.  The sole base of a planet that was central the Protectorate’s ability to continue their war machine.  If they lost here, it was all over.
Focusing on her target, the red armor danced around with everything it had.  This pilot had skill.  But whoever it was, they knew that their time was running short.  She was right on them, and there was nowhere to run.  Sending out lances of particle beams, a smile grew on her face.
“Stop running and fight, you coward!”
One last particle beam, right into the leg of the enemy.  It blasted it open, sending the armor spiraling out of control.  Now she had it!  Aiming her cannon at the machine desperately trying to right itself, she changed firing mode.  Switching over to the physical ammunition, she send rounds right at the body.  Ripping open the synthetic muscle and machinery, it was a twisted mesh of red and black metal, with red circulator fluid flowing out like blood.  Then it struck the cockpit, and the enemy stopped moving.  A round straight through the cockpit, whoever the pilot was had to have been blown to bits.  Nothing but red chunks inside.
“Too bad he didn’t fight,” her copilot said.  “Maybe he would have lasted longer.”
She shook her head.  “He was dead before this started.  Just didn’t know it.”
On to find a new target.  That red color, with the black metal, it brought memories back.  Of speed, and who she used to be.  The memories were a harsh feeling.

The danger was unbelievable.  The track was suspended 200 stories up.  It was built on the most elaborate skyscraper of all time.  A palace for the opulent, who came to bet on the most dangerous race that has ever been.  If you fell from this place, you died.  It wasn’t a question of if.  It was a mathematical certainty.  There was no way to survive an impact from this height.  Fear was in the air with all the people with any sense.
To her, it made her feel alive.  When the light went green, and she slammed on the accelerator, this was everything she had dreamed of for so long.  The racers all blasted forward at speed that made you barely able to comprehend what you were saying.  A beautiful, sunny evening.  So much ambiance.  It was amazing.  Setting sunlight shimmered on the red paint on top of her racer.  Tiger was its name.  A racer that had passed down through her family for three generations.  Listening to her father talk about it with her and her brother, it was her legacy.  A legacy which stood with her now, as the machine blasted forward.
There was no guard rail.  Just gravity plating that kept them suspended and on the track.  Blasting forward, it was tight.  Every racer knew the score.  Whoever took this race took home the Platinum Cup.  The last race in the season.
Flying forward, she banked through turns.  This course was tight, and with no guard system, any onboard navigation assistance was good as useless.  She never turned that on anyway.  It was her racing skills that were going to carry this!  A voice in her ear, telling her about the track and the position of other racers.  Her crew.  Every racer had one.
A purple racer came up beside her.  It smashed into her side.  So that’s how this is!  She snarled and took the hit.  A turn was coming up.  It was trying to edge her out to get close to the edge and keep it tight on the inside.  Or push her off and kill her.
It made another move to edge her out, when she did the unthinkable.  Suddenly hitting the brakes, it aimed over, flying right off the edge.  That’s one piece of competition out.  Whoever that pilot was, he had a good 30 seconds to really think about how dumb that was.  Smashing the accelerator again, the g-forces hit her like a load of bricks.  A couple racers had pulled ahead, but no matter.  These guys were amateurs.  Hence why she had gotten ahead of them before.
Second lap, and now it was tighter.  The lead racer was a black and green machine.  It got into a bad battle with a very robust blue machine.  A muscle racer.  Not at all like hers.  Made for handling and speed, it wasn’t made to fight it out.  This could be trouble.  The green machine was made exclusively for handling, and had some muscle.  Enough that the two of them were fighting it out at the front.  Coming up behind them, she looked for an opening to make a pass.  Don’t play your hand yet.  Let them fight.  Let them damage one-another.  Her time would come.
That’s when it happened.  A yellow racer was taking the same approach as her.  It had an opening!  Right as she was going to pull ahead, the racer swung on the inside.  Not even made for handling, this tiny thing was built for speed alone.  A glass vehicle.  Taking a clear lead, she swore.  Now her chances were down.  Second place?  The second place purse was no slouch.
No!  This wasn’t how the legacy of the Tiger and her family was going to go down!  Third lap.  One more after this.  Green racer couldn’t handle the pressure anymore and decided to drop back and let the blue racer pull ahead.  Smart move.  The blue vehicle was a monster.  This track had so many turns, though.  Muscle vehicle had to sacrifice speed during the dangerous curves.  Got her closer.  But too close and it would turn its eyes on her.
Meanwhile, the yellow racer was losing some lead.  It didn’t have the handling to take these insane corners and risk falling off the edge.  This pilot was good, but not brave enough to go the distance.  Blue racer was much moreso.  These two were a risk.  At the top of the track again, now a winding way down for the final lap.  She knew this had to be it.  Either she would do something daring, or fail.
Seeing a curve ahead, with a path right below.  She knew what she had to do.  In a flash, she disengaged the gravity controls.  Her pit crew was screaming at her, but that didn’t matter.  This was it!  She steered right at the edge!  Able to hear the crew screaming, she began a swift descent almost straight down.  Seeing the endless abyss below, if she hadn’t timed this right, it was a fact that she’d be dead in 50 seconds.
“Fuck it!” she swore.  Hitting the accelerator, her boosters kicked on.  Just a little further!  Down further and further, then hit the gravity controls.  The machine damn-near smashed into the track, but she made it!  Dropping a Naseel Crystal into the engine, the machine roared back to life and took off with a mind of its own.  This was it!  No one even close to behind.  But that wasn’t enough.  Not just to win, but to fly through that finish line and have the entire Directorate seeing what a master she was at this race.
This level of g-force was crushing her chest.  It was blazing through her entire body.  If it wasn’t for the g-suit, this would surely be killing her.  Keeping the blood flowing.  The Tiger was barely able to be controlled.  It had a mind of its own!  The speed was beyond the ability of the cameras recording and broadcasting the race to keep up with.  Her pit crew was pissed at her.  Who gives a fuck?!  In that moment, she didn’t just feel alive.  She knew she was.
Last leg.  Blue fire coming out the back as the Crystal made its way through the engine liquid.  The final segment was the blaze down the last wall of the skyscraper.  A straight shot down.  So freaky to see the ground coming up at her so fast, but the gravity plating guided her up at the last second.  Through the finish line, blazing through in a way that blasted over all of the spectators and announcers there.  It was chaos!  Sliding in to the winner’s circle, her racer came to a stop.  Smoke and steam was pouring out of every single linking compartment.  The Crystal had done so much damage.  Pushed the machine well past what it was capable of handling.  She didn’t care.
Breathing so hard, the yellow and blue racer tied for second.  It was a perfect tie.  The judges couldn’t call it for either, so both had to be given the second place purse.  But the trophy and Champion’s purse went to her.  Opening the cockpit, she stumbled out and hit the plating, unable to stand.  Her pit crew ran to her side, helping her up.  Taking off the helmet, her ears were greeted to the thunderous applause of the crowd.  Everyone was in awe of what they had just seen.  Announcers could be heard saying this would go down in race history for both the most dramatic finish, and the most insane stunt ever pulled.  The name of the racer was being shouted into screens everywhere – Tiger.
In that moment, her father and brother could be put to rest.  It made her smile.

At the awards ceremony, the pilot of the yellow racer went over, eager to meet who had won.  This girl was so cute.  Naturally blonde hair, a product of genetic engineering.  Hadn’t been a natural blonde in three generations.  The girl gave her her number and told her to call.  Sounded like a good idea.  Why not celebrate with a gracious loser?  No point letting that perfect body go to waste.
At the end of the day, the pit crew was taking Tiger back to their base to begin repairs.  Everyone was talking about how after this they’d enjoy some time off.  No other races for months.  Heading up to the apartment above the garage, a voice called after her.
“Can we talk?” her chief mechanic said.
Looking over, she let out a sigh.  “Sure.”
Heading into the office, he poured her a cup of coffee.
“What the fuck was that today?”  It was clear there was barely-contained rage.
“What was what?”
“You know what I mean!  That stunt you pulled on the track!  What the fuck was that?!  Were you trying to get yourself killed?!”
She shrugged.  “It was the best way to get ahead.”
“Bullshit!  You could easily have waited and then used the Crystal to get a last boost on the final leg.  At that speed, you easily would have passed the two from where you were.”
“Maybe.  And maybe that muscle racer would have smashed me to bits as I tried it.”
“No way!  Nobody is that crazy.  Not at the speed you’d be going.  It would have fucked up both of your vehicles beyond repair.”
Another shrug.  “I guess we’ll never know, will we?”
“Spirits, woman!  If you’re looking for a way to die, there are much easier ones than this!”
Looking him right in the eye.  “I was looking for a way to win.  I just didn’t care that I was risking my life.”
“Yeah, and that scares the hell out of me!  There are a lot easier ways to kill yourself than this.  What if you had died?  What would happen to the Tiger?  It’s legacy would be the last racer in your family destroying it in a foolhardy stunt!”
A cold look.  “But it wasn’t!  Its legacy is to go down as the racer the won the Platinum Cup from a pilot who has no sponsors.  Tiger will go down in history!  So will I!  I should have died doing that.  Now, dozens of pilots are going to get themselves killed trying to outdo me.”
He walked away, shaking his head.  “And what will it be next time?  When the next race comes up, what insane stunt will you try?!”
Looking out the window.  “There won’t be another race.”
Genuine shock.  “What?!”
“I’m done.  Me and the Tiger are retiring.  I just did something that should have gotten me killed.  There’s nowhere else to go from this.  I can retire easy on the Champion’s purse, even after paying for repairs for Tiger.”  A little smile on her face.  “You gotta know when to bow out.  I’m gonna go out on top.  Forever have the respect my dad always wanted.  That’s fine by me.”
The mechanic thought for a moment.  “So it was go out on top or die?”
She nodded.  “Yeah, pretty much.”
“You’re insane, you know that?”
A little chuckle.  “I’d rather be known as insane than weak.”

Breaking the news to her crew wasn’t easy, but they took it better than she expected.  A lot of them liked the idea she had.  They would be known as the pit crew for the greatest racer who had ever been, on the best racer ever built.  That was a phenomenal thing to put on a resume.  They’d have no trouble finding jobs after this.
There was a fairly epic party planned to go out on.  Retirement for the now-legendary Tiger.  A call to the cute blonde who had given her her number.  Time for some fun?  Heading over, she took that woman and did things to her that she’d remember forever.  All fun and games.  Getting back home was hard.  Would she see her again?  Why not.  An offer was made for next time she was on this planet to come have some fun.
Saying goodnight to Tiger, it was a slog up the stairs.  The tiredness hit all at once.  Her head hit her pillow at what she assumed was mach five.

What woke her was the blast that sent her and her bed careening toward the wall.  The impact brought her to her senses in a millisecond.  What had happened?!  Getting to her feet on wobbly legs, she looked out the window to see impacts happening everywhere.  An attack?!  Who would attack the Directorate on a core world?!  It was madness!  Then the thought came to her – the Tiger!
Not even putting on pants, she went running toward the garage.  Slamming the sensor to open the door, she was greeted with flame pouring in.  Inside was a twisted mess of burning metal and destroyed parts.  No!  Peering through the burning metal, she saw Tiger.  Or at least what was left of it.  The last legacy of her father and brother.  All that remained of them now.  Tiger was torn up and burning.  It hurt her.  Charging into the fire to reach the last remnant of her family, using her jacket to try and wipe the flames away, she desperately ran to her machine.
The torn parts, broken glass, and hot oil on the floor was murder on her feet, but the pain didn’t register.  It was all about getting to the machine.  There had to be a way to save it!  Coming out of the fire, it was a clear path to it!  Like a demon possessed, she charged toward the cockpit.  The damaged was all on one side.  The one facing the exit that was blasted open.  Could it be saved?!  A dream.  The only dream that mattered.
Hitting the sensor, she brought her regular vehicle online.  All she had to do was hitch Tiger to it and get the hell out of here!  The seconds that the car came over were the longest in her life.  It came in, stopping right in front of her.  Grabbing the gravity tether from the back, she attached it to Tiger’s cockpit block.  Once it was secured to the back of the car, it was time to go!  Running for the entrance, time suddenly stopped.
She registered the rocket right as it impacted at the entrance.  The force hit her like bricks.  Lifting her off her feet, it was blind, stupid luck that she just happened to be right in front of the office door, which opened as soon as it detected her coming.  Sliding along the floor and smashing into the desk, her crumpled, broken body went unconscious.

Her eyes opened in a white room.  She looked over to see flowers on the table by the bed.  Were these real?  That sure was nice of whoever it was who bought them.  There was a screen playing the news.  It talked about something, but she couldn’t focus.  Mobilizing?  A call to action?  That was all so distant.  Black again.
When she woke up this time, there was a voice.  “The whole crew got this.  We had to dig through the rubble of the garage, but we got it.  Figured you’d want it here.”
Her eyes saw metal.  It was the Tiger’s insignia!  Why was that here?!  Where was Tiger?!  That’s when she realized, they had to dig through the rubble to get it.  Tiger was destroyed.  The legacy of her family, destroyed.  Pain gripped her heart, agonizing.  Then she was out.  In her mind, there was a little voice – the people who did this are going to pay!  Oh yes, they would pay.

Three weeks later, she stood at the entrance to the Directorate Naval Enlistment Office.  Still with a limp from the work they had done to fix her legs, she walked inside.
A young man in uniform sat there.
“May I help you?”
“I’d like to know who I talk to about signing up.”
“That would be me.”  His eyes went wide.  “I know you!  You’re-”
“So it’s you I need to talk to.  Good.  I’d like to enlist.  Figure you need pilots.”  The anger was a dull, burning rage.  On her arm, there was a tattoo.  It was the Tiger’s insignia, with a line underneath.

Kill Everyone Now

Until next time, a quote,

“Kill everyone now!  Condone first degree murder!” – Divine, Pink Flamingos

Peace out,

Maverick

SIONR: Amy Hennig Doesn’t Know What She’s Talking About

I hate when people inside the industry trash-talk elements of it and pull things right out of their ass.  EA shut down Visceral Games, an action that had a lot of gamers going “well, they got the EA treatment.”  As Bioware will after Anthem has more lootbox bullshit and gamers give it the finger.  It was genuinely nice to see gamers be able to come together after the disaster that was Battlefront II and be able to vote with their wallets against this sort of thing.  EA will be bringing the microtransactions back in that game, everyone knows that, but the real question is what will happen with Anthem.  I have no intention of playing that game.  I don’t do online MMOs.  But a lot of people are speculating that just like Battlefront II, Anthem has a lot of its gameplay elements centered around lootboxes.  Given that now the gaming public is openly fighting back against this, EA’s cash cow might also bleed money.

Which brings us to Amy Hennig.  After months of her Star Wars project being destroyed, she finally sat down for an interview and really tore into gamers.  In her mind, EA was somewhat justified in destroying her project, saying that gamers who claim that we like single-player games are not putting our money where our mouths are.  She says that last year had games like Wolfenstein 2 and The Evil Within 2 which both reviewed well and had poor sales.

Here’s the thing, Amy – I don’t know if you are aware of this, but people like me only have so much money.  I don’t have the capital to waste of things that I don’t like.  With my adulting costs, medical costs, and things like like, I don’t have the money to buy all the games that sound good.  I have to buy the ones that I really think are worth my time, and I’m selective about that.  It’s not like I get the money back if it was a bad investment.  I’m sorry that that means that I bought Horizon: Zero Dawn and Persona 5 instead of those other games.

Then she decided that she was going to say that EA is justified in its business practices because the cost of making games is too high, and it’s use gamers who are responsible for that.  Apparently, we are the ones demanding visual fidelity get higher and higher.  This statement bugs me on so many levels.  See, I have argued, many, many times, the I don’t need the most massive fidelity in order to like a game.  My favorite game of 2015 used pastel colors and very low textures intentionally to create a style all its own.  While I do believe the facial animations could have been improved, it was still a fun game with its own style that did not cost an arm and a leg to make.

I wish that more game devs would try unique things with the visuals in the medium instead of just subscribing to the most high-def design.  Take cues from Mirror’s Edge or JRPGs or Borderlands.  But even without that, I don’t need the most cutting edge amazing graphics to like a game.  Just give me expressive characters and a good narrative.  Is that so fucking hard?  Who are these people who demand the graphics be so insanely detailed and rich at all times?  I need to know who these people are and tell them that they are part of a problem.

Here’s another thing, Amy, if you want to make a statement about that, then lead the fucking charge!  Make a game where you use a different visual style.  Have it be all its own and show gamers that something different can be just as good as something that costs astronomically more to make.  Then we can stop having EA fuck with us and you fucking defending them!  Because these companies aren’t doing this because of rising costs.  They are still making astronomical profits, you fucking moron!  They are doing it because of greed.  They’re doing it because they see games like Grand Theft Auto Online and Destiny and they want to get in on that insanely lucrative pie.

It is occurring to me that linear, story-focused games may be dying in the AAA space.  I personally miss when devs were willing to make a AA game that could have a small budget and take more risks.  We are seeing some devs be willing to risk that.  Or they are willing to take their time and get things right.  But Hennig believing that the greedy and destructive practices is gamers’ fault bugs me.  This woman sounds bitter about her game being cancelled, and I get that.  I really do.  It must be so hard to watch something you put your heart and soul into die.  She said as much in the interview, not knowing how much creative energy she has left.  That’s sad to hear.  I hope she goes back to Sony, who has shown that they are not going to be abandoning the story-driven game.

What will gaming be in ten years?  I’ve said before that if story-driven single player games die, I’m done.  That will be when I leave the industry.  I don’t know how many people are with me.

Until next time, a quote,

“There’s so much grey to every story. Nothing is black and white.” – Lisa Ling

Peace out,

Maverick

Black Panther and SJW Racism (Against Black People)

Something I have always and will always believe is that the people who say that they are the ones who are leading the charge against a cause are typically undermining it to one extent or another.  As an example, more and more male feminists are being outed as sexual predators.  Turns out, unless you are a Ryan Wiley little bitch, a lot of these guys are just using it to troll for pussy.  Who would of thought?  Then there are the religious groups against pedophilia, which there are some truly amazing stories of pedophiles within their ranks.

One thing that routinely comes up in what I see is how SJWs are some of the most bigoted groups of all, but not against white people.  It’s against other people.  One of my favorite forms of racism/sexism that they propagate is the racism/sexism of lowered expectations.  “We need to lower our standards for intelligence or academic achievement because X group can’t measure up!”  These people say that society is too hard for X group, and so it needs to change because they are either too stupid or too weak to be able to handle it.  That sort of thing always blows my mind.

The Black Panther film is coming out next month, and I have seen all kinds of ridiculous things being said by the regressive left about this film.  My favorite is that it’s the first black superhero film.  Whoever did that article deleted it pretty fast when the Internet sleuths were up their ass within seconds.  Much like the person who wrote the article about how the captain in Star Trek: Discovery is the first black captain was rightly vilified.  Or there are the people who wrote articles about how the fictional nation of Wakanda is how Africa would look if it wasn’t for the white man.  A statement so ludicrous that it makes me chuckle a little.  Then there was this little nugget of bullshit that made me stop for a second.

This whole diatribe is racist.  It really is.  Against black people.  Why?  Because these people apparently believe that being able to identify with a black person is something that someone has to learn.  You can’t just be born with empathy (or “cinematic empathy,” as this retarded writer put it) and be able to identify with a person because of our shared human experience.  It’s something you have to be taught.  Unbelievable.  Does that mean that this person had to be taught not to hate black people?  It’s what they believe “white nerds” have to be, so clearly it means that they weren’t born with empathy towards other races.

I also hate how it’s “white nerds” who are so fucking racist.  If there is ANY group of people who is open to other races and other cultures, it is nerds.  There is real data to back this up.  Since nerd culture is now millennial culture, it has been shown that this latest generation is the most open and accepting culture that has ever been.  And the larger part of that are nerds.  The media likes to characterize nerds as the kids who are on voice chat in CoD calling people racial epithets or attacking women because they are playing video games.  Meanwhile, there are pictures from Cons and nerd events showing people of all stripes,  There was a great juxtaposition of a social justice event filled with white people, while a fighting game tournament had people of every ethnic group you can think of representing.

Nerd culture has always been the dog that the powerful can kick around.  As much as I would like to count myself among them, I’m a pathetic hipster who doesn’t stream on Netflix (I do DVDs because a lot of what I want to watch doesn’t stream.  Not gonna wait for the off-chance for it to come to their streaming service one day when I want to watch it now) and works in a cubicle getting yelled at on the phone all day.  Nerds are easy to make fun of.  They’re typically socially awkward, they engage in hobbies that as much as nerd culture has become part of the mainstream, the really devoted practitioners of it are still treated like shit.

With all the vitriol being thrown around about white people being so awful, is it any wonder nerd culture is so done with this?  You have people like a Samoan man I work with who was with me in hoping that this film doesn’t go the “white man is evil” route.  He made a joke about him not being white and still thinking that because he wants a good comic book film, not a sermon with a man in a superhero outfit.

Do these people just not think that I’ve ever seen a black person in a film and been able to empathize with them?  I saw the original Blade and empathized just fine with the cruel nature of Blade’s existence, and the tragedy when his mentor and friend dies, and the reality that he is stuck in a war he will likely never win.  I identified with Solomon Vandy in Blood Diamond trying to do the right thing and being led along by a man only in it for himself.  I identified with Imad ad-Din al-Isfahani in Kingdom of Heaven, who couldn’t kill Balian because he had shown him kindness when he could have kept him as a slave or murdered him outright.  Not a black character, but you see my point.  Only watch the Director’s Cut of that film.  It’s amazing.  Oh, and one last superhero reference, I could identify with Spawn’s plight in the HBO animated series of the character, who is both a black character and voiced by the implacable Keith David.

This idea that us nerds are just these virulent racists who go around hating black people and who have never seen a black character and empathized with them is a ridiculous stereotype that is rooted NOWHERE in fact.  Not one goddamn place.  It’s a belief by people who subscribe to a mindset with all the fervent passion of a fucking religion.  That’s what SJWs have – a religion.  The Church of the Regressive Left.

Until next time, a quote,

“I had to remind myself to breathe.” – Lewis Black

Peace out,

Maverick

SIONL: Stranger Things and Lovecraftian Narrative

I don’t know how many of you know this, but I’m a fucking hipster.  I need to accept this.  Why?  Because the only reason I started watching this show is because the first season came out on DVD.  Netflix actually released a show on DVD.  Go figure.  And I am in love.  This series is all the things I have loved about so many shows that captures the imagination and the heart.  Plus, it has so much Lovecraft in it that I am enraptured.  Oh, and the music is amazing.  The techno-synth is just awesome.  I want this soundtrack.  Definitely buying this show.  But it makes me think back to all the series or films that have tried this idea and either failed, or only gone so far.  Let me explain.

How many of you remember a series called Surface?  Probably none.  Don’t Google it, you fuckers!  You don’t remember.  I don’t blame you.  It only lasted one season and got kind of ridiculous.  But it is the first series I can remember trying something like this.  A narrative about ordinary people getting wrapped up in a plot that has the potential to end the world, and them being dragged on by forces much bigger than themselves.  I actually really liked that show, and was so bummed when it never got a second season.  Apparently I am the only one.  The characters were interesting, the mystery was engaging, and we never learned the truth about it all.  Like Lost, only less stupid.

Then there was J.J. Abrams film Super 8.  Here was a movie that was so close to hitting the mark, only to fail.  By trying to make a blockbuster film about an alien, they lost the truly good thing that they could have had – a coming of age story about a bunch of kids making a movie over the summer.  That concept has a ton of neat ideas with it.  It sucks that they didn’t know what they had until it was too late.

In a way, Stranger Things is a combination of those two things.  A narrative about ordinary people stuck in a mystery with forces greater than themselves, and a coming of age story about a bunch of kids.  With awesome techno-synth music.  No joke, I am in love with the soundtrack to this series.

Which brings me to the Lovecraftian elements of this series.  Film, television, and even video games have a very rocky relationship with Lovecraft.  His horror isn’t very easy to make into a visual medium.  For starters, the dark elements of his writing are vague and hard to understand.  Lovecraft firmly believed that the deepest and truest form of fear was of the unknown.  I couldn’t agree with him more.  Once you understand the dark elements of fiction, they cease to be frightening.  It’s why horror movies always suck after the big reveal of the monster.

Stranger Things plays with this so well.  The Upside Down world has Lovecraft written all over it.  In his writings, one of the common themes was worlds in dreams, nightmares, and realms of reality beneath the one we understand.  When I heard about the series having an alternate universe with monsters that are not fully understood, and how it played with the realities mixing, that got me so giddy.  Granted, this series made it out to be science instead of supernatural, but the beats are all there.

I don’t honestly know where I was going with this, aside from saying I am in love with the Lovecraftian elements, and in a way, I finally did get the second season of Surface.  Just took a better creative team to do it.  Can’t wait for the second season, when that comes out on DVD.  Yeah, I’m still a fucking hipster.  The shame…

Until next time, a quote,

“The oldest and deepest fear, is that of the unknown.” – HP Lovecraft

Peace out,

Maverick