So i went on a date to a haunted house and made friends with the girls behind us. As we’re going through, one of them is holding my hand and a guy leaps out and separates us. I panic as my date is pulling me along, I reach back for her and grab her hand in a group of three other performers and start getting out if there. After a bit I look back to check on her and I discover I’m holding the hand of a six foot tall zombie creature and not a 5'2" girl.
Cue the most terrifying realization of my life.
I had basically kidnapped this performer from his section and abandoned the girl and her friend behind us.
Yes, I screamed. My date thought it was Hilarious.
Yes, we found the girls. Turns out when I grabbed the performers hand, he grabbed theirs so our group wouldn’t be separated. So there was just this zombie in the middle of our group line for like fifty feet
GOD there was a reddit thread talking about the extreme ways people were trying to save their true ending eternally so it could never be touched and reset and everybody would live on in their own digital universe
shit like copying the save to a flash drive and hiding it or locking it in an archive with an incomprehensible password
real talk its so interesting and cool that the undertale world and characters resonate so much to some that people go to such lengths to preserve their ‘existence.’ i just think thats so cool that the game does such an awesome job of making their existence seem real and important to you to the point where you refuse to replay the game
honestly, employing “refusal to play” as a satisfying game mechanic is–kind of magical. I mean, for real.
undertale is such a fantastic game that people dont want to play it again
Okay so real talk, In highschool I wanted to work on a couple of pieces for my portfolio digitally, now mind you this was just back in 2012, and I was strait up told by both of my teachers that I couldn’t because it wasn’t me making the art, it was the computer. I argued that It was a mere tool, like a pencil or paintbrush and they firmly refused and once again stated that anything made on the computer was not made by the artist but by the computer.
I was so dumbfounded that I had no choice but to drop the subject because there was no way to make them understand that the computer literally could do nothing without my directly imputed commands. It’s like looking at a pencil and telling it to write or drawing something and expecting it to magically form shapes. It’s like looking at a drawing someone did and then saying, you didn’t do that, it was the pencil! It drives me up the goddamn wall reliving this let me tell ya.
