Tonight's gonna hurt.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Just Zeroes and Ones
Before taking a look at my dark and overly dramatic future vision, let's just say that I was a real jerk today.
You see, I'm one of those guys who couldn't live for 5 minutes without music in their ears. We listen to our players at every chance we've got: walking on the street, standing on the bus, at the library, during work, during classes, during breaks, before tests, before physical tests, before, after, and when it's allowed, during a major surgery of... whatever.
Long story short, this addiction of mine (really just like smoking, except I'm killing my ears instead of lungs) uses up probably 2 or 3 earphones every year. My recent little silver Sony friend died today, its right side gently slipping into eternal sleep while we were listening to the soothing voice of Academy Award winner Trent Reznor (screaming "Big time, hard line, bad luck, fist fuck!"). I happened to be at the library at the moment, so turning my two minutes of frustration into a twenty second eBay search, I found a pretty good deal on a pair of new earphones, reasonable price, one bid not too high, about 50 minutes till the auction ends.
I was sitting there like a patient, cold blooded predator waiting for the moment of strike. When the counter reached its final minute mark, only then did I place my own bid - only a few pennies higher than the original -, so the other person had no chance of taking the winning position back. Within a minute, I had the earphones and an amount of amazement at how huge of a jerk I was, and how easy it was to do this to that other user. Only because he didn't feel like another human being, complete with emotions and desires, like I am. He was just a few characters long information on my screen, seemingly nothing to do with real life. Snatching an eBay item didn't feel like a move against someone.
Since this realization I started to fear a possible future of ours; when the Internet gets a much bigger role in our world than simple add-on for business and entertainment. Think about bio-mechanics and other cyberpunk clichés, you know what I'm getting at. The days when our existence, or at least our well-being in the most physical sense will depend solely on a chunk of online information, turning us into an easy cyber-target. To people who have all the means and the bad intentions. To whom we won't be anything more than faceless users, silent characters on their screen, hopelessly bidding for a fair and long life.
No, this is most certainly not a symbolic interpretation of Facebook. Not its present form, anyway.
You see, I'm one of those guys who couldn't live for 5 minutes without music in their ears. We listen to our players at every chance we've got: walking on the street, standing on the bus, at the library, during work, during classes, during breaks, before tests, before physical tests, before, after, and when it's allowed, during a major surgery of... whatever.
Long story short, this addiction of mine (really just like smoking, except I'm killing my ears instead of lungs) uses up probably 2 or 3 earphones every year. My recent little silver Sony friend died today, its right side gently slipping into eternal sleep while we were listening to the soothing voice of Academy Award winner Trent Reznor (screaming "Big time, hard line, bad luck, fist fuck!"). I happened to be at the library at the moment, so turning my two minutes of frustration into a twenty second eBay search, I found a pretty good deal on a pair of new earphones, reasonable price, one bid not too high, about 50 minutes till the auction ends.
I was sitting there like a patient, cold blooded predator waiting for the moment of strike. When the counter reached its final minute mark, only then did I place my own bid - only a few pennies higher than the original -, so the other person had no chance of taking the winning position back. Within a minute, I had the earphones and an amount of amazement at how huge of a jerk I was, and how easy it was to do this to that other user. Only because he didn't feel like another human being, complete with emotions and desires, like I am. He was just a few characters long information on my screen, seemingly nothing to do with real life. Snatching an eBay item didn't feel like a move against someone.
Since this realization I started to fear a possible future of ours; when the Internet gets a much bigger role in our world than simple add-on for business and entertainment. Think about bio-mechanics and other cyberpunk clichés, you know what I'm getting at. The days when our existence, or at least our well-being in the most physical sense will depend solely on a chunk of online information, turning us into an easy cyber-target. To people who have all the means and the bad intentions. To whom we won't be anything more than faceless users, silent characters on their screen, hopelessly bidding for a fair and long life.
No, this is most certainly not a symbolic interpretation of Facebook. Not its present form, anyway.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
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How much will the game cost?
We haven’t finalised pricing details just yet, however, we can confirm that the game will cost less than $20.What if I told you that Slender: The Arrival, the upcoming sequel to The Eight Pages won't be a free game, but will provide decent gameplay time with an actual story? An actual story that has been co-written by Troy "Jay" Wagner, Joseph "Alex" DeLage and Tim "Bruce Campbell with sideburns" Sutton, the guys behind Marble Hornets.
Things are coming full circle it seems, if only they could get some input from Victor Surge... this is a neat move anyway. Mark me interested.
Here's everything you want to know about the project, embedded below is a cool little short flick, inspired by the original game. Ta-ta.
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