I know Nintendo will never accept my criticism or suggestions, but I can only hope that it’ll offer some of the 3DS and Wii U exclusive titles on Nintendo Switch at some point. I can’t be mad at one and simply accept the other. I chastised them about delisting Assassin’s Creed Liberation, but meanwhile Nintendo’s taking two big stores down completely. But I can’t bring myself to get too peeved at Ubisoft this week. Skull & Bones could probably use the help, either way. Whether that’s for the game’s own sake or to give the other titles breathing room, I can’t say. In more recent news, Ubisoft has pushed the new Avatar game to next year at the earliest. I’m not sure even the charming orange Cat could have competed with the likes of Elden Ring. It’s come out in a relatively quiet period during the year. Part of me does wonder, though, how important its release date is to its popularity. I really enjoyed Stray, given that it was relatively brief - it doesn’t waste any space while telling a charming, if wistful story. It’s not quite as exhilarating as last week’s Bayonetta news, but it was still a pleasant week. Stare dumbly at the sword in your hands and consider asking yourself why you’ve had the point aimed at your heart your entire life.I spent a large portion of the week playing Stray, the cat adventure game everyone (me included) seems to have been looking forward to. The world is not yours, you are but no one, you are nothing in the face of so much potential for rage. You can change nothing, because to change a thing is to assert a self into the world and it’s safer to have no self at all.Ĭonfront the dead, their memories, the torment and dislocation and sorrow and try to convince yourself there’s nothing you can do any longer. Hear the voices of the gods speak, and throw their whispers back at them, pretend it’s all echo, all madness. Remember the rejection each time you tried, or the conflict each time you spoke. But know this isn’t enough for you–swallow the fear and sympathy, try to digest that feeling and wonder why you feel ill, why the sun seems sallow. See the angry throngs in other lands, but dismiss them because they are not white, or they don’t have computers and grocery stores. Shrug, or worse–let your ancestral suffering justify that of others. Know that the same thing happened elsewhere, maybe to your own people. The slaves which built this land up from the rivers of blood of systematic slaughter. Know something’s wrong, but know you can’t live angry, because anger makes you want to do things, and there’s safety in inaction. Do yoga, or meditate, or pray as the people die from economic sanctions, or proxy wars, or remote-controlled planes, or manufactured famines.
Exercise, because at least you’ve got your body. Vote, though you know it doesn’t do a thing. Go home and drink, or smoke weed and try to forget. Hear news that the tipping point on global warming has been reached, another species is endangered, there’s some war somewhere or other. Shake your head, entertain notions that they’re not really poor, or get a little angry that they’re asking you and not someone else, or push your headphones in closer. Decline each, or every person after the first. Walk past 20 people who ask you for change, or a cigarette. Eat a little less, purchase lower quality food, cut into your savings, decline to go out on that date because you don’t want to admit you’re a bit too poor. Watch the cost of food rise slowly at the grocery store. Ask for a raise, get denied, sing a Smith’s song in your head (“you just haven’t earned it yet, baby/you must suffer and apply for another time.”) Or rail a bit about your boss to friends or family, or slack off, steal some office supplies, but in the end, accept. Ridiculous work conditions, societies formed to maintain poverty, increasingly territory of the self claimed as a field of commerce. I once heard some pop-pysch pablum state that depression is merely anger turned inward.īut ignore the source, and consider the consequences of passivity in the face of oppression.
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