Signal Decay is a game about Moore's Law.
A medium time ago I was a sailor. My reason for joining the Navy was two-part, one because my best friend called dibs on the Marines, and two, I legitimately felt like the Navy would be an easier ride.
Before landing in Great Mistakes I thought the Navy was about sailing off to exotic locales, swabbing decks, and playfully snapping towels against men's butts in communal restrooms just like everyone else. Boy was I wrong.
I was given the rate of an ordinance man, which is the rate given to people who test equally smart and dumb on the ASVAB. It is that way because to dedicate your whole career to assembling bombs and guns you have to be, you get it.
But even with the little hiccup of receiving more responsibility than I was looking for at that time in my life I still felt at peace because the United States was not in any legit wars. Then 9/11 happened.
It happened while my Aircraft Carrier was on routine training ops around the Catalina Islands.I was getting off midnight to six flight deck watch. As I walked below decks to my berthing I didn't spy a single person, which was weird.
A Navy vessel is like...hmm... Imagine living in close quarters with every single person from your work for six months at a time with no going home, work is home, home is work. And for a person like me who lived on the ship, work is everything.
Every day out to sea is Groundhogs Day, so when the girl from the catapults team wasn't there to block the porthole taking forever to get her deck gear off, or the guy in the hangar bay wasn't there to ask me how the weather was up on deck, it was noticeable.
Turns out everyone was in the berthing huddled around a television watching a jumbo jet fly straight into a building. Then another. I thought it was a movie at first, then I saw that it was a live news feed. It was the first live feed I had ever seen out to sea. I thought to myself, "Well, shit. This is probably gonna have something to do with work."
Then the captain spoke, then came three years of Groundhogs Days. Such is life.
War sucks, but the worst part is I had preordered a shitton of games from Gamestop, thinking I would pick them up when we pulled into San Diego. When it became apparent we were not pulling into anywhere except the middle east I called them to stop the orders and those assholes wouldn't reimburse me. Who does that?
I hope information understands the accusation of hipster is now a hipster trait. Didn't David Foster Wallace teach you nothing? Also JERBZ.
The Protoculture Mixtape : Issue : Games : Perception
