When I was talking to Mork yesterday about Instagram, it became apparent that describing the web accurately makes you sound unwell. You can leave one service because it has enthroned a cyber-tyrant who is training an AI on all your data, and then go to another service where only a few months later they will start training an AI on your data. You might open up an account for your art on an independent service, where your enthusiasm and the enthusiasm of others strikes their infrastructure so hard that it generated a hundred thousand dollars in overage fees after a few hours. How do you orient yourself toward such an environment? These aren't natural phenomena.

Meta is going to train their AI on all the artwork posted on Instagram. I have not deleted my entire Instagram account yet but I have already removed all my art. I realize that there is really no place on the internet where you can possibly hope to be safe from these monsters but I don’t have to literally put my head in their mouth. I heard that it’s possible to mail them and request that they not use your work to build their artist killing AI. How about fuck you instead? I’m not going to beg the creature devouring me to be more gentle, I'm just going to leave.

I messed with Wayfinder a bit in its original MMO form, and I have now messed with it a bit more in its new incarnation as a co-op action RPG. One of my fixations is imagining all the games that could be made with a specific set of assets; I often fantasize about that sort of thing when I'm about done with a game, just trying to think of all the possible creatures it could become or could have been. I've been in the soup of gamedev alongside different designers enough to know that there are points where the game's state - in the sense of material states - is a liquid. Seeing what the same mechanics and the same gameplay arc mean in the absence of a monetization scheme that (functionally) constitutes a genre unto itself is fascinating and I don't know that there are that many precedents for what's happened here. It's gonna be a heavy fucking lift - but I can't look away.

Famously, I don't own a Playstation - at least not a working one. My PS4 Pro is so angry at me that it won't turn on. My Xbox One X is also goof troop.  So I don't really have a dog in any kind of State of Play fight, except to say that as this website's resident PC stalwart it doesn't look like I'm gonna need a Playstation.

Wayfinder is a game from Airship Syndicate that came out last year in early access. You could purchase a “Founders Pack” to get into the beta but the game was designed to be Free to Play when it eventually released for real. It’s been a rough ride for Wayfinder but some massive changes to the game have made it a much better experience in my opinion. Let me break it down for you.

Gabriel, as his posts on the site reveal, has retreated into the games of youth - and now, having consumed them, has found himself bereft. I'm sorta in the same place; I've installed three comfort games over the last week. Last night I installed Paladins, which I unironically think is more fun than Overwatch. And I mean good, old Overwatch. Recent reviews are mixed, but I don't know why; in service games, communities use reviews to "communicate" with developers but I don't know precisely what they're "communicating" about because I only installed it yesterday.  

The Concord cinematic feels like what you would get if you asked Chat GPT to make you a Marvel movie. I can’t believe they threatened to release one of these story trailers every week once it launches! At least the new Astro Bot game looks cool. 

-Gabe Out

Sometimes I think that I like things a normal amount, when I like them a completely crazy amount or that I should, in all seriousness, hesitate to broadcast openly. The last time this happened I was like "obviously, I like Transformers like any normal person who came of age in the particular context I arose in" but that's not true at all. I want to open my ribcage and find there the Matrix of Leadership, which I will use to imbue machines with sentience - with the vibration of sacred life.

It's Tuesday, and it will soon be 2:30pm PST - which means our Battletech wargame/RPG hybride Black Remnant has returned to the fore.  I am joined by gamemaster Eric Benson and friend Kiko Villasenor and it is NOT SERIOUS until such time as it is VERY serious. Check it out!

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There isn't really any profit in going endlessly over just how badly megacorporations have stewarded the web. It's not worthwhile as a hobby! And if they didn't exceed themselves at literally every turn, I wouldn't be forced to do so. This isn't a matter of someone being wrong on the Internet, although that certainly does occur. This is more about someone making the internet wrong.

Back in August of last year I switched out my iPhone 12 for a Motorola Razr+ Flip phone. Today I switched back to my old iPhone because I hate the Razr+ phone with every fiber of my being. 

You mighta gotten a preview of this powerful beast from PAX East - and now, it has materialized here on your native plane.  As I suggested on Tweeter, it's not a Dabe product if it doesn't have several garments' worth of additional design.  Just one of these sleeves is essentially a store's worth of looks.  Take a peek:

There has been a hairline crack in the facade of AI hucksters recently. WIll it last the weekend? I guess we'll see; fucking with ScarJo probably wasn't the strongest play.

On today's #Warhammer For Lunch, MORE Birds. MORE bugs! Well, the same amount of birds as last time, but way more bugs in this list. Bear witness as @theKiko's Raven Guard🐦‍⬛ squander their warp-wrought gifts against my Tyranid🪲 invasion fleet. Noon PST!

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The sticker business I decided to start this year continues to grow. Gabe’s Sticker Shoppe has been updated today with my latest offerings including what is probably the coolest sticker sheet I’ve made!

I don't have any particular military or paramilitary fantasies, except perhaps to simulate very small versions of them with tiny dolls I have painted, but one thing I did like about playing Call of Duty's only canonical mode Kill Confirmed was how unified it was conceptually.  You could really buy it, and it was fast enough to sand down any sticky-outy edges.  Gabriel got back in recently, because it's always sorta the right time to get into it, and he says that capitalism has transformed the game into a lethal mall kiosk that sells Funko Pops.