Curse of the Dead Gods is a game about sketchy commutes.
A while back during one of the constellations of Zoom calls that make up this new working life, a Padawan that works for a place I used to work for asked me to hop on Discord after the work call to discuss something important.
They said, "Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but the people here talk real bad about you." I responded, "Oh I know. I've always been an opinion lighting rod. That's fine" The kid was taken aback, and said, "That's crazy, you seem like the type of person that doesn't take shit from anyone. I expected a different response." I said, "Nah, it's easy to let slide because I never forget that at work I'm just another prostitute."
I gave the statement a minute to marinate, then said, "Let me explain..."
The kid responded, "Nah it's ok I get it. You are calling yourself a prostitute in the literal definition where for the money you knowingly devote your talent to unworthy purposes and by extension, people. And that at work, you get paid solely for your time."
"Oh, and you are going to say to pay attention to the fact that you have been gone for five years and they still talk about you like a dog every chance they get, yet I've known you for four years and you haven't spoken a bad word of them once. Which should say way more about them than it does about you."
"So no need to go into one of your long-ass, self-indulgent, allegorical stories ya geezer. I really do get it."
I said, "Oh, well ok then. How fares Britannia?" They said, "Underwater. And what of the wild west?" I said, "On fire." The conversation kind of tapered off after that, I was lowkey highkey mad I didn't get to do my TED talk, it was a good one. Kids these days are smug assholes. Especially that shitbird.
Anyway, shouts to information. We are almost there, keep focused and stay positive. Also, rip TB rip TC rip Tall-T. Love is wise, hatred is foolish. Also Jobs.
