I'm searching for no beats, no vocal sovietwave for my retrofuturistic playlist. Can you recommend me artists or albums to search for? I find some good stuff in Гербарий albums as an example. Thank you!
I'm searching for no beats, no vocal sovietwave for my retrofuturistic playlist. Can you recommend me artists or albums to search for? I find some good stuff in Гербарий albums as an example. Thank you!
Someone in the chat wrote that he play and listen to Sabaton and that it adds to the experience. I remembered Kanonenfieber, an ensemble whose work is dedicated to the theme of the Great War. This is what came out.
P.S. BF1 - always one of the most atmospheric games
I wanna share my thoughts of today's game session.
I started playing Death Stranding for a first time a couple weeks ago.
And I think I finally caught the Key of this game.
So I was so done with the endless dopamine loop of PvPvE multiplayer (looking at you, sweaty matches in Battlefield or extraction shooters like Arc Raiders), I just wanted a proper sci-fi setting, atmosphere, idea and loneliness. I even spent a whole month curating a specific playlist for this vibe before I even knew what I was getting into. Ended up starting Death Stranding.
The first day, I didn't even play, I just watched 2hours of some confusing anime. The acceptance process was really rough. I kept catching myself thinking "Are you kidding me right now?", read forums, watched mechanics breakdowns, etc. You old-timers advised me to rush to Chapter 3 as fast as possible, and that literally helped to save the game for me personally.
And then today, I did the Chiral Artist delivery, and it completely broke me in the best way possible. >!I had to carry that hourglass by hand, literally keeping my finger glued to the handle the whole way. Everything I had on me rotted to a crisp under the timefall. Before I was scavenging for parts in the middle of a BT zone, so I'm completely ran out of grenades. Then the new power skeleton I got from the Junk Dealer died right in the middle of a dead zone with no chiral network. When the artist's mom said "I don't even know how to thank you," I literally said to my monitor: "Just give me a repair spray please!" Because at that exact moment, a basic spray can felt like the ultimate luxury.!<
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Kojima is a total genius (as lot of people say). He built a literal patience filter. In a time when every game tries to drown you in instant dopamine, Death Stranding makes you suffer and earn every single meter of road. It's such a weird, beautiful world. Simultaneously empty and incredibly full. You're completely alone, but you constantly feel the invisible care of other people. For me, coming from stressful session-based games, this felt like actual mental rehab.
Anyway, thank you, unknown porters, for your bridges, your perfectly placed ladders, your random generators in the middle of nowhere, and your timefall shelters. You help me every single minute of the game.
The Key. So I understood this game and its world as a very kind and humanistic message. It's a game about helping, caring, and the connections between us. The world is incredibly rich and yet empty. A constant sense of human presence, but also loneliness.
Thanks for reading this )
I'd be curious if you've had a similar turning point, I'd love to hear how you caught the key.
Hey Raiders.
This text isn't another clickbait obituary along the lines of "the game is dead." It's just a message left with an old spray can I found in the Dam apartments. My personal "thank you" to a world that captivated me with its incredible aesthetics, and to the people I met here. I’m taking a temporary break and moving to other worlds, but this post is a manifesto of gratitude, not a final goodbye. I will definitely be back.
Over these months, this game gave me something I haven't felt in multiplayer for a long time. And I want to capture it here.
>the supreme principle of morality, commanding that we must act only on principles (or maxims) that we would be willing to become universal laws
You - a massive international community - proved to me that Kant's categorical imperative works even in a ruined pixelated world. Most people come here just to vibe, make friends, show off their skills against the ARCs, and ask in the dark: "Hey raider, you friendly?". You restore faith in humanity.
You know, against the backdrop of this human warmth, the influx of cheaters feels particularly jarring. But I don't feel anger toward them. Rather, a deep, existential pity.
Cheating isn't about software; it's an internal crisis of empathy. In a game where the highlight is the uncertainty of other players' intentions, a cheat completely destroys the very essence of the experience. By turning on aimbot or ESP, a person willingly robs themselves. They strip away the most valuable things we are here for: faith, friendship, morality, the taste of an honest victory, and unity. A cheater gets dry pictures in their inventory and someone else's rage, but forever deprives themselves of the joy of those insane survival stories we later recount to friends. I am genuinely sorry that they will never know what it feels like to be part of a team.
To dive deeper into this dusty yet beautiful atmosphere, I spent about a month gathering a soundtrack for this world in my mind - music that feels just right for looting abandoned kitchens and staring into the horizon waiting for drones. I called this imaginary radio station SPERANZA FM, so that hope would always remain in the headphones amidst the wasteland.
I'm stepping away for a while until the storm around anti-cheats settles down and the game becomes a space of honest risk again. Take care of yourselves, share blueprints, and pick up the fallen.
See you on the airwaves. "Speranza FM" continues broadcasting.
