This is the story of how Joe pulled Ong's Hat out of the aether. The text is his written account, while the audio is a long, very long, conversation between us that unzips and expands on everything therein. It's fucking wild and def a very dense, stranger(wyrder)-than-fiction story

Also i think more than anything it was the salvia trip when i was 16 that ive never been able to be 100% sure i ever came back from lmao

Yeahhh. There's some real serious fast moving problems that are emerging from how badly we fucked up selling / describing the tech we built.

It's that suspension of disbelief that'll getcha. It's *so* easy to go *so* weird *so* fast, that if youre not operating from a place of model agnosticism from the jump, and constantly literally reminding yourself of that, youre fucked.

The real pro gamer move is waiting till it hits red a couple times then putting it all on black. Its gotta balance out so it stays 50/50. Cant lose.

Goldlewis Dickinson is the best character in the history of media. But nah, I'm a Zato guy

It's not all it's cracked but to be, but it's like 80%

Got so close to the end with a 3 player playthrough over winter '21. Most fun / blind hatred of my fellow man a game has ever given me. Never finished, never will.