Autumnotopia

I genuinely don’t understand the conflation of video games as a creative art with the video game industry. Like I get that people want to have a job they enjoy, but if the game industry burns to the ground people will still make games. The industry is not the medium. I wish there was a stronger doujin culture in the west so people didn’t feel like they had to participate in the industry to make video games.

Like it feels the same as me, an LGBT person, trying to get approval from the people who hate my guts. Fuck that. Why would I do that?? Capitalists will never value our art. They are inherently incompatible with our art. Unionization is the bare minimum for creating a working environment that isn’t outright inhospitable to art, but that’s all it is. Co-operatives are a step better. But ultimately art is sold because people need to eat, it has nothing to do with the creative medium.

I understand that not everyone feels this way about industry, they want it to work for them, and I hope they succeed and I won’t tell them to stop, but I personally find artistic industries repulsive and I don’t accept them as exclusively representing the mediums and artists they exploit.

Y'ever hate a monarch so much you build a tavern around their grave and offer a free piss on it after the purchase of three drinks? Well come on down to the Tomb of the Loathesome - Hot food, cold drinks, and stale air~!

When the Lady Ausønr became widowed, and became Queen Regent over Loch Laangdoven, many expected her to retain the dignified, calm air she had been known for. Alas, after the death of her husband, she grew cold, callous, cutting off the loch from outside trade and establishing the existence of the Hedge Knights - those now disgraced and exiled, who once proudly served the kingdom - and their home within the Hedgerow.

But her reign was endured - that was, until her alleged killing of the boy-king Auføn, who was loved and cherished by all, and in the line of succession upon reaching age. It wasn't long after that assassination, that Queen Regent Ausønr was slain by her own knights, and her grave erected in the center of Laangdoven for all to see.

The land plot there, however, already existed in title under a humble farmer, who was the only one the kingdom could persuade to allow the grave at. And in a matter of weeks, the foundation and framework of the Tomb of the Loathesome was standing, and the cultural practice of pissing on the traitor's grave had come to be.

If only those who would do such a thing knew the truth. Alas, too many times, history's eyes are blind, and tragedy is too often viewed as justice.