Something I think is interesting is if you consider Warp Tour through The Return from Peridot’s perspective, it’s a little bit like…
Imagine you’re working in a good-sized office building. It has a basement, but it’s always locked and you’ve never been there. One day your boss hands you the keys, tells you there’s a fax machine down there, and asks you to go see if it’s working.
You head into the basement, and it’s really creepy down there. There’s weird graffiti on the walls and like… mysterious arrangements of paperclips that you have no idea who put them there or why. But you are here, you have a job to do, you are good at your job, you are finding that fax machine.
And then suddenly a bunch of people you have never seen before jump out of nowhere, strike poses, rattle off some kind of motto and start attacking you.
You book it back up the stairs and lock the door behind you, because, holy crap, there are people living in the basement, why did no one tell you about this. And naturally the first thing you do is blab to Security and by Security I mean that one ex-Navy Seal with all the tattoos who’s built like she wrestles grizzly bears in her spare time and somehow ended up on security detail in an office building right here at this point in your life when ordinary security will not suffice, because sometimes the corporate gods are merciful.
And not only does she believe you, but she just sorta looks you over and goes “oh, yeah, those guys. I know who those guys are. Let’s go, I’ve got some unfinished business with them.”
And then to make situations way weirder there’s some other person who shows up around this time who has apparently been held hostage by the basement people for longer than you’ve been working here and she’s deeply alarmed by the phone system and she comes along even though she really doesn’t want to because you have Security on your side and Security probably benches I-beams, and you are totally confident you are going to kick these basement-lurking weirdos’ butts.
And then the whole situation goes rapidly downhill and then before you know it you’ve been indoctrinated into the basement cult.
I think I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s worth reblogging again.
Tfw you realize that your brain has the alphabet stored as a linked list
is it really that necessary to index it by number
It’d help. I’d like to be able to know if S came before Q without having to start at the beginning and sing my way through until I hit one.
that’s even worse, you want a letter -> number mapping!
really you just need to store them in a doubly linked list, to allow backwards traversal
Worse yet, I still have the goddamn cardinal directions stored as a linked list (N-E-S-W). Remembering which way is “West” is 4 times harder that “North”
and yet, when I learned the words for them in Japanese, that problem went away, but only in Japanese! My brain stored nishi, higashi, minami, and kita in a much better data structure and I now I can access them in constant time.
I get East and West mixed up, but never North and South.
When I moved to LA after spending my life in suburban Philadelphia and upstate New York, I realized that I’d been storing “West” as “inland” and “East” as “coastward” and it fucked me up
I lived about half of my life in Colorado, and stored “West” as “towards the mountains”. Nonetheless, when I lived in Seattle I didn’t have any trouble recalibrating to “west = towards the ocean” and “east = towards the mountains”. Maybe I’m just weird.
I have the cardinal directions stored as a compass map, which means I can access them in linear time but can’t relate them to anything.
I navigate entirely by landmarks, and get lost in grid cities but nowhere else.
Switching coasts messed up my east-west storage too; I also had it as ‘ocean-inland’. Had to re-link it to the ‘navigating Manhattan’ framework, where ‘river-park’ is already set to be reversible.
For some reason when I was a child, I could not remember which way was north from my house. Anywhere else on earth, sure! But not from my house – even though I knew in my bones that my bedroom windows faced east.
In Ithaca, I have east and west firmly linked to uphill and downhill, respectively, because it makes giving Cornell and Collegetown directions to lost parents so much simpler. But it’s strictly a giving-directions-to-outoftowners thing. Otherwise I just sort of keep them as a compass that fades in and out of my attention.
I remember which way my house faces due to years and years and years of walking down the driveway to head to school in the morning, with the sun in my eyes, and coming back up the driveway in afternoon/evening, with the sun in my eyes.
I could not ever properly store left and right until I had an infection in my left ear, and sometimes when i’m tired I still kinda mentally gesture at the left ear to remind myself which way.
I have never stored nsew as any kind of data that is usable on the field. I dont have a compass, I couldn’t tell you which way was north.
me n the girls walkin into target headed straight to the clearance bread rack
jerrod how long did it take you to photoshop all that bread
Did it the lazy easy way:
It may be less than stellar, but I have a strict personal rule: “don’t put longer than 30 minutes’ effort into a fetish joke”. The second you hit 30:01, the exposure becomes lethal and the fetish becomes unironic.
One thing I want to call attention to… our localization team is amazing, and one of their stated goals is for the game to feel like it was made in our players’ native language. They really do go above and beyond to make that happen, and this video is a prime example of that in action.
Yogg-Sarongurt 