i just realized
in other words: i am late as usual
eta omg fontaine and fountainhead. i once was blind, but now i see.
I am Andrew Ryan and I am here to ask you a question:
Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
No, says the man in Washington; it belongs to the poor.
No, says the man in the Vatican; it belongs to God.
No, says the man in Moscow; it belongs to everyone.
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something
different. I chose the impossible. I chose…
A city where the artist would not fear the censor.
Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality.
Where the great would not be constrained by the small.
And with the sweat of your brow,
Rapture can become your city as well.
January 17, 2010.
Felt bad about spamming my dashboard without art. Here’s a character sheet from a computer game I’m working on with my friends for an FBLA competition.
I haven’t done a lot, and I’ll be MIA, folks. SAT.
I am the one on the far left.
GHIRARDELLI MILKSHAKES MAKE FOR ROMANTIC TIMES
OMG NO WAY YOU PUT THIS ON TUMBLR LOLLLLLLLL
i’m the one behind LEO
In honour of Halloween, I bring to you a hauntingly (insert: ‘film’ noir, German expressionist, minimalist, existentialist, Burton-esque…) beautiful game for the XBox 360 called LIMBO. It is like the lovechild of a manically depressed LittleBigPlanet and Bioshock mixed in with the eeriness and childlike reverie of Guillermo Del Toro, undercoated with the rich subtext of cities/industrialization vs. nature (both being untamable beasts of different origins) of Miyazaki, poisoned with the childhood treachery of Rule of Rose, and with the regal and surreal illustrations from The Ghastly Crumb Tines (“A is for Amy who fell down the stairs”)… with its vocal chords clawed out.
All you need to know about this game is the tagline: “Uncertain of his Sister’s Fate, a Boy enters LIMBO.”
Now go play it. The Danish sure know how to create one hell of a game. More perplexing than Memento and Inception combined.