I like to simplify builds by others and make them easy to build and glitch free. In this case this is the general idea of u/chesepuf’s Triton.
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Frederic Francois Chopin was a genius piano composer of the 19th century. He wrote many genius masterpieces, including twenty-one nocturnes, two concertos, and as many as thirty-seven waltzes, though only nineteen are numbered and eight published. Sadly, his life was riddled with disease and grief. One song he composed may have been dedicated to these agonizing feelings: waltz no. 2 in B minor, a song of desperation and loneliness. Here, you shall explore the darkest corners of this song? Are you ready, reader? Be warned. We are going to a very complex place. If you do not feel ready, I suggest you put this paper down and do something else you enjoy. Forget you ever held this essay in your hands. But if you are ready, we shall begin now.
Many things point to the fact that this song is based off the experiences of someone who fate was not kind to. For example, the minor key indicates sadness, and the way the notes fall downward shows hopelessness and desolation. Then, the music spikes upwards, in an attempt to reach glory and success and happiness, but fate cruelly steps in the way, and the notes tumble back down, as if all one’s desires were at the top of a sheer, slick wall, and they tried to climb it, but kept slipping. Slick walls are not made for climbing, and thus it can be deduced that Chopin’s interpretation of life is not one where you can reach happiness. Rather the opposite, quite frankly. He renders life in this haunting portrait as as a futile effort, one humankind tries again and again to enjoy, with hope overflowing, too foolish to realize that the ultimate problem of happiness isn’t one you can solve. No amount of hope will change that. It is meant for you to try in vain, fueled by the false faith that one day you shall reach everything you yearn for. The melody weaves the story of how fate can easily twist your life inside out without batting an eye, callous to your suffering, like how it corrupted Chopin’s own life with sickness and solitude. If you were to play it in major key, however, it would sound much happier and lighter, as though one were prancing and frolicking in a sunny meadow of flowers. But the minor key reduces said meadow into a haunted forest, and said flowers into bones. This forest is the place where our hero is forced to run, tormented for eternity. Such is the tale of the first page.
But no tale is complete with only one page; no essay finished with only one paragraph. And so, we begin the second tale. This next chapter exhibits our main character trying to repress their sadness. They shove thoughts of desolation into the depths of their mind. They try to be happy, to enjoy life. But just as they start to relax, something pokes painfully in the back of their mind — the thought that there is no such thing as true happiness. It is all an illusion. But this human soul is persistent and ignores the thought, acting as though everything is alright. However, the thought is persistent, too, and eventually breaks through. Exhaustion, grief, desperation, and the feeling that no effort, no matter how big or small, will ever be enough. Agony strikes — lightning to the heart — and injustice takes root. Anger and unfairness shoot through them in a palpable energy that seems to say, “Why me? Why did it have to be me?” This could be interpreted as either despair at being the one targeted with all life’s worst tortures, like in Chopin’s case, tuberculosis and loss over his friends’ deaths, or as survivor’s guilt. It is quite likely that Chopin experienced survivor’s guilt, as he was the one who left Poland to pursue his his musical dreams and talents, and he was the one who was out of harm’s way when the Polish Revolution arose, when his comrades were persecuted and ultimately, executed, while he was safe and sound and could do nothing but watch in horror and hopelessness. Again with hope, I know, but hope is crucial. When you lose all hope, that is when you lose all life. Eventually, this anguish ends in a diminuendo, reducing to a sad acceptance that life is miserable and unforgivingly harsh. But this is not the good type of acceptance that happens when people embrace sadness and enjoy life anyway. This is when an individual accepts that their life will never be joyous, and gives up trying to act like it could be. But try as you might, you cannot stop the human mind from dreaming forever. And that is how we find our protagonist dreaming and hoping for a better future... in vain, perhaps, but a dream is a dream, and once you have a dream, even subconsciously, you cannot stop it.
Because the third page is a clone of the second, we shall skip right to the fourth. This is by far the happiest tale — in a major key. The song started in B minor, but here, has escalated to B major. This is the dream we discussed, one of bliss, joy, enlightenment, and happy carelessness. Some do not care for such things, but that simply means they have forgotten how to live. Oh, the joy! Oh, the beauty! If you were to open your eyes and heart, *truly* open them, you would see the world the way the gods do; or if you are the non-superstitious type, the way the sun and clouds do: perfect, blessed, shining, every little thing a joy in its own right. This is a dream of peace, where the pains of the world no longer bind our hero. This a dream where there are no limits and no loneliness. All that brings agony has been vanquished, all loose ends have been tied up, all feelings of guilt eliminated. And the fuel of this dream is hope. Hope that maybe someday, the waking world could be as wonderful as this dreamscape. “Oh, but if only...”; that is what the main character is thinking; however, they are unaware they are thinking this. It is not something you know you feel. No, hope exists under blatant lies of surrender. It thrives right under your nose. And there is good reason for this. For hope is clever. It knows if it were to reveal itself to you, you would crush it. But hope must always exist. It is a naughty pixie, desperate to keep living and squirming, to reach the light from under the earth. And that is why it must never be seen when the one who bears it has suffered pain enough to cause them to shun the world, hope with it. Alas, dreams always end, and this is no exception. Our protagonist closes his eyes to bask in the sun, and when he opens them again, he is back in the living world, the invisible chains of pain tying him down once more. And thus the song begins from the start again: sad, despairing legato dissolving into a bouncy attempt at happiness, which spikes into anguish and outrage at the world, that finally melts into the sad acceptance of loss.
This story has no happy ending, no compromise of almost-happiness. It is unrealistic for every tale to have a “happily ever after,” no? This is not a lighthearted essay. This is a brave adventure into the deepest parts of music. But, reader, if you were brave enough to venture in, you have come out stronger than before. Or perhaps you are shaken by this haunting revelation, this dark viewpoint, of such a magical subject as music. But whatever you have changed into, you have changed, for better or worse. And I congratulate you, for you have finally reached the end of this depressing essay. Now, go off, read a book, or eat a meal. Whatever you do next, I hope you do not forget this short fable. Toss it away in disgust, for all I care. Just remember it. Remember it with any feeling you can link to it: understanding, shock, hate... whatever it is. Hold on to it. Hold on to it, for someday, you may find the need to go back into the depths of something deeper than you and I. And in that moment, it would be comforting to know a tale of hope and sadness has unfolded before you once. You survived. So hold on to hope as you venture deep. That is my only message to you from this essay: hope is persistent. Even if you try to destroy it, it is always there. So why not embrace it? Why not bring it into the comfort of your campfire? Hope is a creature that does best when nourished, though it can survive in other conditions as well. Hope is a creature you will want with you, because hope is the mother of courage. And when you face your darkest moments, there can be no guide. No guide, that is, except courage.
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I think I will stick with roleplay builds like this one in the future!
Do you have any mechanical criticism? Still a new builder so Im tryna gather advice from more experienced builders. appreciate it!
My first functional plane, took me so long to figure this out! Plane physics are not my strong suit. As you can see it lacks stability and landing smoothness, but I’m gonna keep working on it. This is just a prototype!
Trying to see the community’s preferences! Who are your favorite builders or what are your favorite builds? There are so many geniuses here! Like for example, u/kmarkow’s animal builds, or u/osh-kosh-ganache’s insane glitch usage… every time I enter this page, my mind is freshly blown.
Everything on this sub is great, but out of curiosity, what are your personal favorites? I would also like to know your recommendations as for what builds I should check out next!!
I just wanted to say I’ve been following this sub for a while now, planning to do my first posts soon, but first wanted to give a shout-out to the immense creativity of the engineers that keep this sub alive… you are on a whole new level. love seeing your builds. Thanks so much for being so inspiring.