Gadfly-Goods

awardwinning smalltime gamesmith

personal account of a 30-something weirdo masquerading as a "ZZT company"


posts from @Gadfly-Goods tagged #ask

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elegy-n
@elegy-n asked:

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First off, no offence, but geez you're Latin needs some work.

Second off, I'm inclined to disagree with the premise of this question, because it implies a false dichotomy. Yes, many people purposefully choose toil and pain in exchange for deferred pleasure or some greater award, but I would argue that there are still plenty of people out there that choose pain for pain's sake. For some people, pain could be an immediate source of pleasure. For others, they might be so disgusted by any notion of pleasure that they avoid it at all costs, opting to live a life of deliberate misery instead.

Of course, you would be right to be confused by the existence of such person. Nevertheless, even if their psyches are mysteries to us, we cannot honestly claim that they don't exist. I mean, we all know that thousands (if not millions!) of such persons log in every day and post on twitter dot com.

(Sorry if this answer came off as rude. I really enjoyed the question. :eggbug:)

Feel free to ask again! https://cohost.org/Gadfly-Goods/ask



Gadfly-Goods
@Gadfly-Goods

click here and ask me a question. ask me about game's (zzt or otherwise), character's, funny thing's, project's, how to do stuffs, who i am, or whatever else comes to mind.

(this is a demand not a request btw)


Gadfly-Goods
@Gadfly-Goods

https://cohost.org/Gadfly-Goods/ask

clicking that link will show you a text box. please type a sentence that ends with the mystic "?" character, and the click send. it's that easy!



kkzero
@kkzero asked:

You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?

I am simply engaging in good old fashioned "praxis," as the kids would say. The tortoise in question is none other than the notorious fascist Yertle the Turtle. He thought the desert would make for a good escape route after he was ousted as king of his pond, but he didn't account on me tracking him down and finding him.