ah yes they call me “No Queue” Jones because I post everything I reblog at once with no breaks in between and then vanish into the night for extended periods of inactivity
Video games don’t have to have good graphics to be good:
Video games don’t have to be about combat to be good:
Video games don’t have to be linear to envelop players in their worlds:
Video game bosses don’t have to be difficult to be fun:
Video games don’t have to lack color simply because they are “post-apocalyptic”:
Video games can have lighthearted art design and still carry deeply dark themes:
Rethink video games.
But also don’t think that dark games can’t be beautiful in their own way:
Or that difficult bosses can’t be fun:
Don’t that games with combat in them can’t be light hearted:
Or that violent games can’t also be silly:
Don’t think that playing the game competitively ruins the fun:
Or that dreary, colourless, post apocalyptic games hold any less story value:
Just because a game or playstyle isn’t good, or beautiful to you, doesn’t mean its any less valuable to someone else who does appreciate it. At the end of the day, it makes someone happy, and thats the greatest value of any art form.
Oh, hey! This is the best addition to my post after 100k notes! <3
Games don’t have to be in development to be cancelled
Halloween a few years back my mates and I were dressed up for Halloween and my cat furry roommate (good guy, furries are entertaining folks) was wearing his partial suit out with us. We were in Boston proper and all of us were on a budget at the time, so the only option for a late night drink and dinner open to us was a place called Dick’s Last Resort.
If you’ve never been, the big draw at Dick’s is that they’re dicks to you. The staff are sarcastic, they throw your menus and straws and shit at you, and they make you hats that say mean stuff.
I don’t get it either. So anyways, we’ve got - I’ll call him Frank - the cat with us, and Frank’s 100% ready to go fuck with Dicks,
so we head on in.
The waitress starts doing her bit, but the cat in the room has thrown off her game and she doesn’t really know how to handle Frank in Full Cat mode.
He points out the drink he wants without speaking, with a paw, on the menu and she asks for an ID and starts saying ‘I swear to god your ID better have a big fuckkin’ cat on it or-“
She threw his licence back at us and walked away speechless. Didn’t talk to us the rest of the evening.
Anyways, I dug up this old photo today and thought it deserved to be preserved for posterity. So here you go, the day Frank broke Dicks.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
