Forever - Papa Roach
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
Hanno tutti tra i 17 e i 20 anni. Vogliono raccogliere fondi per partecipare al tradizionale corteo del 2 ottobre a Città del Messico in ricordo della strage di stato del 1968, quando l’esercito uccise oltre 300 studenti e manifestanti in Plaza Tlatelolco.
[…] Sometimes, for instance, you’re in “The Wards,” which is the game’s poor approximation of Chicago’s South Side. And sometimes, as you leave a store, you hear a gun shot. And then there is screaming—the carefully, professionally recorded screaming and sobbing of a young black woman.
And, sometimes, you run and you see her, and others, around the body of a young black man. And sometimes it is the early summer of 2014, and the deaths of Jordan Davis and Trayvon Martin will not leave your mind—my mind—and no, this is not a dead black man, it is the body of young black boy, in a hoodie and jeans, and I can’t check his name because he is already dead, and I see the man, the white man, fleeing.
And there aren’t any sirens at all, because the power fantasy of Watch Dogs is simple: in a world with oppressive, technocratic social structures, you get to be Aiden Pearce, the human force of justice. The fantasy isn’t fixing the system, it’s giving a gun to another white man. And it’s broken, and I feel broken for loving it. But I know that no one at Ubisoft wrote this particular scenario. No one is purposely capitalizing on my fears as a black man still feeling like a black boy. This is just an algorithm and it works all the better for it. This is just life, simulated.
And I decide that I won’t kill him, but I will hurt him, I will hurt him bad. I will hit the button that swings out Pearce’s baton. I’ll slam the button hard, as if that means something. But…
He has a sneering face and a stuffed bank account.
And he’s on that FBI watch list, and they did nothing, but they knew, they had to know.
And his name is William Jones.
And I shoot him three times, twice in the back and once in the head.
From Real Human Beings: Shadow of Mordor, Watch Dogs and the New NPC, by Austin Walker
Even if you have no interest whatsoever in video games, YOU MUST READ THIS. Because, in the end, it’s really not about video games. It’s about being human and living in 2014. Just read it.
Lover of technology, games, weird things. Do you have some books that you wanna suggest? Please, do that!