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cross-posted from: https://lemmy.blahaj.zone/post/20854187

show transcriptBoethiah posts:
[a screenshot of a comment by BrokenHomesSmal…]
"Just put this bread into the oven for the first time. What on earth does "satin-smooth" mean? I am not a painter or a communist, I cannot work in such flowery terms as this. The fascists at the NSA wouldn't allow this - I hope when they read this comment they will immediately take down this wishy-washy recipe and replace it with a concrete scientific methodology that is more suited to the delicate and precise nature of baking." [screenshot ends]
this reads like Disco Elysium dialogue

autismgod replies:
this is like something an NPC says to you at the bakery in the witch alps version of Disco Elysium

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[–] mindbleach 2 points 2 weeks ago

Why is the witch alps concept treated like "scientifically accurate dragon MMO?" It's someone who liked the mechanics and the style but not the premise. Disco Elysium is a fucking dismal game, at times. Its sense of humor is omnipresent but overwhelmingly dark. It's not good specifically and solely because the protagonist is a piece of shit, or because the setting is several kinds of fucked. It's a richly-narrated exploration of a wider world filtered through the voices in your head.

If you need it to also say something about the human condition, part of the human condition is that we only have one metric, and we scale our experiences to fit. The kids who spend all their time in one little courtyard think they're gods of their domain. The lorry driver insists he's innately superior despite his own stupid arguments. The cursed receptionist projects her misunderstood feelings onto the world as a fundamental attribution error. None of that has to be about dead bodies, racism, and a ruined economy. Any reasonably perceptive and cynical member of a tiny mountain community is going to have some vicious insight into all her neighbors and their dysfunctional relationships.