You heard right — “My name is Inigo Montoya. You kill-ed my father. Prepare to e-die.” But when you say that, you’d better be able to back that up. My trapper assassin can take any demon or Level Boss down in a split-second, and that’s what it takes to beat this game, the faster the better.
I’ll explain how to use a game to chill yourself out and maybe even transcend organic life — bear with me a moment, while I give you a little background:
So when those flake children in Congress and the White House and the Supreme Court get finished yanking us around, it all comes down to who’s got the towel, and don’t complain now about it — you were told about the towel after Earth exploded, and again you were reminded about always knowing where your towel is.
You know, when you found yourself in the steam bath once again.
Well, the steam bath is over, and you elected one way or another to be here on Planet Earth just in time to see the whole thing go down not with a bang, but with the usual whimper.
The theme song of this “21st century” period of history should be something like Led Zeppelin, KISS, or Three Dog Night, but some would have it that Elton John play “Nearer My God To Thee” as the ship of state goes down.
Gosh, I’ve been here so many times, the numbers fade and merge into the background of the distant past.
A quick glance at Google will instantly reveal that I’ve had my 15 minutes many times over, and it always comes out the same — it makes no difference. Even WITH a voice, even having a “bully pulpit” which I did, you can’t get people to stop doing what they do.
It’s the same every time. They never learn. There is no cure for STUPID. Unfortunately, in this world, we’re all “With Stupid”, as it says on the t-shirt.
LAW OF IRONY
The Same Thing Happens, No Matter Who’s In Charge.
Yep, that’s the short end of the stick, and it happens every time. Like I said, I stood there actually laughing at the sight of the Athenian Senators arguing with each other while they were being cut down like dogs by the Spartans, who wandered at will.
There was no one to stop them. They were too busy making their point to care about a bunch of sword-wielding soldiers whacking away at people right and left.
Years ago, I mentioned that the United States wasn’t, and that the result, according to my 37th century history textbooks, is the separation of the territory into three countries — Pacifica, Trump Land, and The States.
There isn’t much left of it by the time the Russians, Chinese and Iranians get through with it, but there’s enough to do some marketing, if you can deliver.
That’s the problem, in bad times. Delivery is tough, sometimes impossible, and that’s why I urge you to take advantage of the HOLIDAY SALE I’m having on all my newest amulets and amulet products.
I have a few solid sterling silver money clips, tie tacks and small, medium and large bezel amulets, all of which are being sold at a tiny fraction over my hard costs.
I’m also having a sale on solid 14 karat gold FANCY amulets just above cost, at $626.00. I know that sounds like a lot, but actually, these things sell retail these days at $3500.00 in a gallery or a fancy fine jewelry store.
I pay for the expert who twists and braids solid gold wire into a ring around the bezel, and the guy who micro-welds the parts together without showing a splash of mess around the joins.
That’s what you’re really paying for — the metal is a slight bit different in costs, but really it’s the crafting of the thing. That’s commonly called “labor”, but that’s wrong. The skills required are rare these days and vanishing rapidly as we enter into the Age of Barbarians, which will someday be called “Trump’s Madness” and, yes, Trump is going to be in power, whether he’s President again or something else, because he knows how to make people afraid.
Except me.
He doesn’t dare provoke me — he’s tried that before, but when we get back to base, he has to answer to me, and he doesn’t like the Buddhist Hell of Upside-Down Souls, and I know it, and he knows I know it. Don’t let the cheap blowhard overwhelm you with his bullshit. It’s just wind.
One thing of which you can be sure: The same thing happens no matter who’s in charge.
The thing is, can you WORK, in spite of all the hooraw and hoopla and super-dramatic blah blah blah???
I don’t know what your method for self-clearing and dispelling the misery might be, but mine is very clear and it works every time:
Put on Donovan’s “Season of the Witch”, turn the volume up real loud in my sound-proofed studio, and play my Trapper Assassin and forget about the bullshit, let the world go to Hell in a breadbasket. Pay no attention to the elephant in the room.
F*ck Global Warming. Tonight, I’ll crush Diablo in Nightmare, and I’ll do it solo.
Can you say the same?
What you need for your self-cooling and equaminious daily life-repair is a little slaughter. I have a modest proposal, a therapeutic method called
Kill n’ Chill?
It’s not a specific game, just a way of going about it, using the gaming space to block out all the fresh garbage being spewed out at you through every media outlet on the planet, including everyone you know and some you don’t.
Wipe out the AWARENESS of the event. Forget about paying attention to the environment. Pay attention ONLY to the game. Forget everything except the game. The game is life. There isn’t anything out there.
No politicians, no crazies, no newscasters spreading lies, no fraud voters, no climate denying bastards, no maniac teacher-haters, race-baiters and master-baiters.
When you really are able to sink into the game through VOLUNTARY IDENTIFICATION, you won’t be aware of what’s going on around you, and you will remain blissfully unaware of it even between games, because it’s all about the game, and you’ll talk of nothing but.
Life is real only then, when “I Game”.
If not, you really need our COOPERATIVE Safari. You can book yourself into the very next one, limited to 7 participants plus the coach, which is sometimes me.
I will be booking special 8 player Bardo Safaris in Diablo 2 Resurrected with me personally as the guide, at $25 a head, so to speak, limited to seven applicants.
I don’t mean to be indelicate — perhaps “$25 a participant” would sound better and feel slightly less threatening. No, never mind. make it twenty-five bucks a head and leave it at that.
There’s no actual bodily harm that comes to you in gaming, but there is ego-threat and hard-crash self-esteem, which can result in feeling momentarily bad about yourself, and that’s pretty daunting for most folks, so most folks don’t do it.
You might be a hero in your dog’s eyes, but in Diablo, you have to prove it again and again and again.
So, if you can possibly see your way clear to getting to the point where you’re able to overcome yourself, you have a good chance to get something out of gaming in a cooperative game such as a Bardo Safari.
Get Over Yourself
That’s the title of the workshop.
See You At The Top!!!
gorby