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By moonlight they come
Some sing
Some sob
Some scream
But they all come
Into the light of the night
Don't worry, I've got spares.
December 16, 2025 at 8:26 AM
*throws ribs*
December 16, 2025 at 8:22 AM
Bacon.
December 16, 2025 at 2:54 AM
Maybe old world, but with punk vibes. ...or is that just a slave revolt?
December 9, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Maybe a bit of raging against those gods on high that hold up your glorious, vain, cruel society?
December 9, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Gonna also go out on a limb and suggest pieces survived better by playing more to the structural strengths of their mediums than the artistic possibilities. Statues and engravings last a lot longer than pigments on parchment, for a macro example. And even on stone, little details wear faster.
November 25, 2025 at 1:21 PM
God's work.
November 24, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Scales and feathers, it's gorgeous out there.
November 17, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Yeah, there's going to be attempts either way. Do you find that bans fail to ward off meaningful amounts of low-effort AI, or even increase the amount of higher-effort AI?

Might be a slippery slope argument, but what's the temptation to use AI in the review process to handle increased load?
November 15, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Maybe not a huge security threat, but doesn't accepting AI contributions dump a lot more work on the review process?
November 14, 2025 at 1:45 PM
The workers who feed these machines, what incentive—or tools, or time—are they given to rate quality beyond serviceable-enough? And when datasets are both unfathomably large and staggeringly insufficient, can even their masters afford to care?
November 14, 2025 at 5:40 AM
More words, better. More complexity, better. We learn stereotypes before most practical mechanics. So when we try our hand at it: we pad with meaningless phrases, we elaborate when unnecessary. We pretend, at least until we learn better. And until we learn, we reward that pretense in others.
November 14, 2025 at 5:32 AM
There's also an underlying, probably nuanced, issue of how people perceive 'good' writing in a vacuum. We've developed, as a culture, stereotypes that are more performative than functional, have we not? The nerd, who uses all the big words. The prolific writer, who cranks out 10k words a day.
November 14, 2025 at 5:24 AM
If there even is a monster! Maybe the thing's environmental, but of an environment we cannot fathom. Or, systemic? There's many a thing in the real world we're pressured to accept as natural, normal, and right which are mere fictions of our collective pride.
November 13, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Public service egomaniac?
November 11, 2025 at 1:18 PM
So, do you shatter all you are, and pray there's some sliver still recognizable as you which will not burn in truth's radiance? Or do you 𝘭𝘪𝘦 to everyone, everywhere, knowingly and deliberately every waking breath for the rest of your mortal days, that maybe you might for a moment fool yourself?
November 11, 2025 at 12:59 PM
There's also the 𝘭𝘪𝘦. All you've been taught, all you've seen and heard and felt and believed of your place in the universe is 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. And you cannot be corrected, no—the truth is so fundamentally different than everything which made you that even the smallest step to real truth is your antithesis.
November 11, 2025 at 12:50 PM
Can't even say consumption entire—just the rewards. Money. Clout? Brag. The sort who would be famous, no matter how despicable, just to be not-unknown.
November 10, 2025 at 6:47 AM
Any peak moments of plot (or mechanic) twist, reframing, opening-up, or pulling-back-the-curtain that have stuck with you long after?
November 8, 2025 at 5:26 AM
One man lemming loop.
October 28, 2025 at 4:44 AM
As I grow, I also find it easier and easier to spot the artful methods to meaning in other forms of craft. Each medium has its own strengths, its own limitations, its own tools and techniques; those who do not recognize this outside their own discipline haven't moved beyond imitation within.
October 22, 2025 at 1:52 AM
One unit did the work of a hundred men.  Costs sank, prices fell, profits soared.  Nobody could compete.  That was our best year.

That was our last year.  Competition—slaughtered.  Labor—replaced.  Market—unemployed.  Nobody could afford our product.

#vss #writer
October 21, 2025 at 4:40 AM
They had quality shaders and lighting but couldn't use them too liberally, so what they did do was weighed out with forethought and care. Many modern games can throw whatever they want wherever they want, so they do—and all nuance drowns in sheer production value.
October 11, 2025 at 6:17 AM