Who's this coming out of hiding? It's a-me!

Hey guys! It's a-me! Life's been hectic and active for a while, and blogging is hard. :P
A week after I moved out of my parents house, I started talking to what would become my significant other, and quite possibly the best thing that's ever happened to me.  (her taking up more and more of my time is the main reason I don't blog so much these days.)
A blog about her will probably happen eventually, but I have a lot of other ideas of stuff to do as well. She got me a gorgeous Art Book of Bioshock Infinite for my birthday, and I want to revisit the subject because of how I feel a few years after playing that maddening flawed masterpiece.
Anime has also become a bigger part of my life, so something about that will come out eventually, as well as a couple old TV shows, and star wars, cause star wars be star wars.
Thanks for reading, everyone. Please, remember to like/share/subscribe/sacrifice your first born/do the macarena, or whatever it is you do so that I can know it's more than just my mom that's reading it. :)
Catch yall later!

Desert Bus for Hope, or How Insomnia Induced Insanity Can Support a Great Cause.

"Wiktor, why these people playing terrible wideo game?"
"You see, Ivan, they raising money for a charity. People donate many Rubles. Make sad, sick children in hospital less sad."
"But why play terrible wideo game? Why not just ask to give money to sick children?"
"Misery of others make people laugh, Ivan, and when people laugh, maybe make more generosity."
"But Wiktor, that is awful!"
"It all in good fun, Ivan! They play terrible game for as long as people give money, and they do best to entertain people by doing silly things in front of camera. Maybe people like silly thing so much, they wish to donate even more. Also, It more fun this way than just to be asking."
"Perhaps this is true, Wiktor. If I, too, wished to be donating to this charity, where should I go?"
"You see, Ivan, it's at www.desertbus.org"

The Beginner's Guide and How "The Death of the Author" Can Be Applied to Video Games.

This is the story about a man named Davey Wreden.

In 2011, Davey Wreden and his friends made an Indy game called The Stanley Parable. It was a cute little art game that delved into territory about the nature of games, the nature of adult life, and asked questions like "Is there ever actually real 'choice' in games that present choices?" "Is being happy mutually exclusive from being interesting?" and "Why is there an achievement for not playing the game for 5 freaking years?" The main idea was that you (playing Stanely) are being narrated as you move through an abandoned office building. Very near the beginning of the game, you are presented with two open doors, and the Narrator describes how you walk through the door on your left. Things start to get odd if you instead choose to go through the door on your right. It had a killer script that reminds one of the deep cutting riffs of GLaDOS from Portal, and I really liked it. While I highly recommend you play it yourself (it's like 10$ on Steam), there are plenty of people who have recorded themselves playing it on youtube, and they can be found here.

But I'm here to talk to you about the game he put together after that, released in 2015. It's called The Beginner's Guide. If you want to play the game for yourself, it is also 10$ on steam, and well worth it, but from here on down is going to be Spoilers.

The Crazy, Messed Up, Amazing Universe of Steven Universe

Clockwise from left: Amethyst, Garnet, and Pearl. And Steven!

This has to be the fastest and hardest I've ever fallen in love with a TV show. Or at least the fastest I've gone from "Meh" to "PUT MOAR IN MAH EYEBALLS!" I had only heard of this show in passing on Twitter and Tumblr, vaguely interested at best. Thanks to my wonderful sister, (who has a cool Tumblr you should follow) I was able to get into the insane, wonderful show that is Steven Universe.

Dark Souls: Death, Despair and how it helped me cope my Depression.

It was only just recently that I even realized what I had was actual depression, as opposed to just random bouts of sadness. It was getting to the point where I was calling it "That time of the week" where the stress of my job and my depression just turned me into a big ball of raging anxiety. I've started to work towards getting the assistance I need to make it less of a problem, but it's slow going, and some days are better than others. Days where none of my favorite pass times seem to do it for me. Not even Destiny, a video game tailor-made to be played when you don't feel like doing anything else. (Which I also have a long, sordid list of opinions about. Go figure.)

The Fan formerly from the Basement.

For the sake of clarity and archivability, here's a link to my old blog, Being a Fan from my Grandpa's Basement. http://basementfan.blogspot.com/
I am no longer with my grandfather, nor in his basement, so it seemed appropriate to change things up. And what's more, the person I am now is very different from the person I was 2 years ago when I started to blog like this, and the person I am now isn't tied up with who I live with, where I live, or what stuff I like. I just want to do my thing, speak with my own voice, maybe make a joke or two on the way. Cause, why not?

I'm just this guy, you know?

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