The Last Campfire is a game about the way home.
It's disheartening, watching people almost grasp a fundamental understanding of intrinsic value, only to face that bridge trolls question, "If everything's value is only what someone says it is, then what are you worth?" and run screaming back into Plato's cave to tell everyone about the time spent in the struggle.
Can't blame em' totally tho. Marketers got so good at selling air in plastic bags that they are basically playing against the computer. Like a time trial in Mario Cart where you are racing against the ghost of Toad, but Toad is paper money and you are playing as an NFT of paper money Toad and the game is actually a Berkshire-Hathaway interactive ad for racetrack real-estate where the controllers don't really work, they just predict hella good.
The conversation usually goes:
Person 1: NFT's and Bitcoin are bullshit! They aren't real!
Person 2: Facts. But are canvas art and paper money real?
Person 1: Of course. I can see and feel them. I can buy and spend them.
Person 2: Ah, thanks for the background.
Person 1: Look, all I'm saying is I like to feel a book, see my art and spend my money.
Person 2: But we are at a climate change meeting, run by socialists.
Person 1: I can want both ok!
Person 2: I'm going home.
I will say that the architects of crypto are some of the most morally bankrupt people on earth, its foot soldiers are literal fuckin idiots, it's detractors are medieval farmers with Wi-fi, and all the projections point to it only going one way for the next 22 years. But to keep it a buck, I can replace the word "crypto" with pretty much anything going on today, and we haven't walked a mile from the problem.
Shout's to info, and don't feel bad. Let em' meet Pandora, turn off their toys for a bit, show the eat the rich crowd who's actually crudités. Just gonna end up in the same cul-du-sac using those strats. But hey, do u. Also rip tb, tc, Tall-T. Also love is wise, hatred is unwise, get out there and do great things, we believe in you. Also Jobs.
