This game is kind of adorable and gorgeous, I think TRUE comedy in a game is so hard to pull off, usually it has to back pedal on another genre or gameplay type, like an action where the dude does a quip every so often. To have the gameplay tie intricately into it’s comedy was super interesting to play. To have a game make things intentionally tedious for the player; not for atmosphere, not for an artistic statement, but cos “It’s well funny” is so like…. polarizing you gotta respect it :L
Straight dudes be like “Transgender women!? UGGHH! GROSS! That’s SO disgusting!”
Then they go home and jack off to futanari hentai.
Too real
I dream of heaven, I live on earth
But I feel like I’m in fuckin’ hell for what it’s worth
Oh social manners are such a bore
And like hell will anxiety let me break them
But how else could I ever manage
To incite a conversation with you?
Everytime we lock eyes
On the concrete battle felid
My guts being to pulverise
As the heart starts to evacuate via the mouth
My legs convulse and die
My eyes ejaculate and explode
I just want to cry all the time
As my spine bends over backwards
As my ribs crack into a ball
To save the soul from overflow
You bring the snoot to my face
And the shakes to my brain
How can I escape the torture?
How can I get you to speak to me?
I’ll do anything to speak to you
I’ll kill to speak to you
If I put a gun to my head would you talk to me
I’m gonna fucking die if I don’t speak to you
Guuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Lnc0
You love me so much
When their are girls to impress
I’m your only baby
When their are girls to impress
You never wanna let me go
When their are girls to impress
You wanna tell them about us
When their are girls to impress
You actually like my friends
When their are girls to impress
My laugh doesn’t annoy you
When their are girls to impress
It’s me and you fffoooorreevvveerrr
When their are girls to impress
You imply stuff about my dick
When their are girls to impress
You can’t wait to fuck in the toilets
When their are girls to impress
It’s all fucking bollocks
When their are girls to impress
‘Cos when their are no girls around
You look at me like a pile of vomit
Lnc0
Like the aging mutt I feel we’re in this together
Born and bred, said with a degree of self awareness
But no doubt with authentic pride
So it pains me to have to suggest a stalking faction
I know it could creep into the territory of a creep
But it’s hard to not flick back into the memories
Hand in hand with the most beautiful girl yet
With staring contests through the grass blades
Story book scenes that linger till your in the rocking chair
In danger of being lost forever
I’m running out of friends
I’m running low on romance
Summer dates walking by the bank
Like tugging fossils from the soil
They say you can’t quantify those feelings
But it feels like the minerals are mined dry
Maybe the old shoes don’t fit like they used too
I’m a stranger in my own town
Maybe they all just got the same call
The soil itself crying out for their presence
Did they ever find the nostalgia they craved
Or did something otherworldly replace it?
I guess my hungers pretty low
Coos I’m content with a repeat bitesize
Just another pair of eyes to stare into
Another set of lips to lock with
Nostalgia’s in danger of degrading further
Into the realm of the forgotten
A distress call to preserve the feeling
Maybe in another land someone’ll pick up the phone
Lnc0
She paints, but there’s not much else to her
Least nothing she could find
No peak as you bypass the skin
No shocks when you feel the neuro
She paints, that much is certain
But what hooks could that provide?
She paints, but who else does?
And even when they do too
That’s no basis for a connection
She paints, but not like they do
She paints, but it’s the origin of isolation
“I’ve suplexed 9 condo’s into the lava
Then saved 6 magical girls from Satan
Before making my 3rd million at poker
But enough about me, what have you been up to?”
She paints, but that’s all she ever does
She paints, as she lets life pass her by
Absent from the pub
Absent from the gigs
Absent from the work due
And they all know where she is
No matter what the last minute text says
She paints, as she cowers from the window
She paints, but swallow regret all the while
She paints, when there’s no one around
No one can make the coffee date
“My misses has the day off work”
No one can join the shopping day
“My boyfriend wants to watch some movie”
She paints, but she has to wonder
Would it be so frequent with someone at her side?
She paints, she paints, she paints
She paints, the whole world away
Lnc0
Tartan Mix #4
Chameleon Queen – Cat’s Eyes
Cynic – Sister Crayon
How Long? – Julia Holter
haunt me (x3) – Teen Suicide
All About You – El Huervo
Sweet Dreams, TN – The Last Shadow Puppets
Cheap And Cheerful – The Kills
I Dream in Neon – Dirty Beaches
I’m A Vampire – The Amazing Snakeheads
Body Betrays Itself – Pharmakon
– Lnc0
Man even at like the lowest level of being a creator the weird popularity stigma still gnaws at you, I get that involuntary EECCHH reaction when a poems doesn’t land well but the reasons are quite obvious, whenever any of them do really well it’s down to the same thing, their mopey or gooby love poems which is frankly the content everyone wants to see, so when like at the moment I’m doing everything to avoid writing that then… yeah of course they won’t land well, still 100% needs to be done to evolve as a creator though, it’s just strange I get that twinge even at THIS level of doing it
There’s only so many times you can ignore
The little warning signs pulsating under your skin
The skipped beats, the little tremors and aches
That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna give it a try though
Hands over the ears, and the neurons
Running on performance specs from decades gone
Nothings gonna stop me from having fun
The spirit is willing, The soul is willing
But I’m willing to bet
It’s all due to collapse any second
Another round down during the next gig night
I’ll whisper in your ear all the things I’m gonna do
The velocity of youth still regulates in us all
But on my way out an objection creeps in
The shades turn Rouge, Ruby and Cinnabar
My legs unfold and constrict
I reset my stature with every twitch
“NOT THIS AGAIN, NOT NOW!”
I can’t even keep up with my own fabrication
The after image has overtook on the inside
Despite how I smirk or pose it can’t be denied
My bodies giving way to my limits
The man can never shape up with the myth
Another flutter in my chest as I protrude the mucus
How ever I came into the scene
I’m leaving as a mockery of the human form
“NO!” I fucking screech out
As I claw my way up the pavement
Blood trickling down my grip
As I tremble I grasp out into the air
To grab expression to fuel me
To grab a friend to help me
To grab a lass to love me
Anything to claw my way back to the living
My breathings heavier, my feet are collapsing
My ribs protrude further into my chest
Stab deeper into my lungs, hampering arteries
I’m coughing up something new everyday
The shell has failed me again
The bloody things one job it had
To spike the interest of the onlookers
Now they’ve gathered to see a corpse crumble
“Don’t just fucking gawk love
Slap the mirrors from your eyes
And help me up yeah?
My insides are begging to emigrate”
And I merge with the scene
Smelling of lynx and asphyxiation
The rise and fall of respiration
Transpire again and again
It may be too late for me
I may of wasted my time in self bondage
My primes passed me by
And I’m struggling to stay awake
Let alone be anyone’s best use of time
Let alone stave of a worthless title
Lnc0
Domestic Poetry 