Utterly Mad

FNAF isn't really getting a movie is it? As a game it's kind of weak. As a story, I guess I could prolly see it happening though.

I'd like a mountains of madness movie...

No matter what a Lovecraftian Horror movie would be disappointing though, it would never live up to the standards expected, which is sad really but it's the issue with making anything from Lovecrafts work, it's incredibly hard to come close to the standard that Lovecraft set, especially in a movie.
Sure it's a little easier to do it in games but there are so many games that throw elements of Eldritch horrors and various Lovecraft works into them just because and then don't do them quite right, or miss the point entirely.

Bloodborne is something that I'm quite proud of for pulling off the Eldritch Horror theme quite well.

To try and revive this thread with some actual fucking discussion:

Also some reading music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kzdu_A-akK8

I decided to play Rust tonight and well, over the course of two hours I went from being a survivor to a cold blooded cannibal that killed on sight and feasted on the living. This all took place on the main Facepunch Seattle server with 250+ people and is probably one of the biggest games I've ever played.

I didn't play Rust that much due to its poor optimization and tendency to lean on the unfair bullshit side of things if you try to hard to be nice. In Rust you quickly learn to trust no one but your cavedick and that if you're a naked, you're the prey, you're the target, you're the nobody that everyone uses as a doormat. Throughout my very racist and isolating experience I felt good, bad, and empty by the time my 58 minute life came to an end... but that is after all the other deaths.


1st Life: I spawn on a beach to find a dude showing me how to make love to his rock by swinging downwards to simulate intercourse. After he "spread his seed" over his rock, he fell asleep on the beach, big mistake; I wouldn't allow this rock fuckery any longer. So I stole his abused rock and torch and caved his head in. After some running and idle conversation over the text chat I found my first non rockosexual player which had a fancy pair of pantaloons. I said they looked great and he complimented my penis, I then heard gunshots and scampered away to freeze to death on a nearby hill. I learned that rocking out with your c0ck out has both benefits and cons.

2nd Life: I spawn on a beach and see a horse, as I'm approaching the beast I hear a faint battle cry in a shotty East-Indian/Foreign African child accent: "We are KKK" Before I know it I'm stabbed in the ribs, and shot in the shoulder. I run away as they continue screaming about their manifesto, my character is a darker-skinned Asian man so they don't take too kindly to me. They then promise not to kill me, I tell them that the running is good for my glutes; they tell me I'm a smart man and chase after some black guy that just spawned.

I log out and eat some corn dogs. When I log back in I'm shot as soon as I get up, I then quote my spirit animal (Arnold Schwarzenegger) from the movie Predator telling my shooter to, "COME ON DOOO EEET! DOOO EEETTT NAAAOOOWWW!" He then nods and sprays my grey matter all over the lawn.

3rd Life: Finally discovered where you go to get stone and iron, ended up getting shot again. Also found out that you can make spears for cheap.

4th Life: After past experience I quickly craft a spear, camp fire, and kill a wolf and cook its remains. I was greeted by a player with a gun who didn't shoot me, instead he told me that he was "neighborhood watch" and that hopefully I'd return the favor to someone someday, I did, the wolf I killed was trying to attack someone; I saved that person and gave them some of the meat in return. Anyway a man comes out of nowhere during the night, I tell him that I'm praying to the rock lord and I ask him if he wishes to join me in prayer, he agrees.



We pray to the Rocker Lord to protect us from those gun using and clothes wearing heathens, I then tell him to do laps around the fire with me to creep out any onlookers as I attempt do throat singing. He then hops into the fire (pictured above) I then tell him that his sacrifice to the Rock Lord won't be in vain as he passes on. I take his rock and his torch, as a reminder for his sacrifice. Oh I also managed to get my ass a T-Shirt. So with that I left to another island via bridge, where I met another player, eager I was to tell him about the Rock Lord. Sadly though he didn't care about salvation, I was speared before I had time to react.


5th and final Life: I spawn in where I spawned on my 3rd life, armed with knowledge and a new found hatred for players I run along the beach butchering player bodies. I officially lost it at this point, I had enough of these penis floppers stabbing and hitting me, so anyone I come across is a fucking dead man. Anyway I find a houseboat and climb aboard, finding nothing but a locked room I decide to leave as I turn there is a player already trying to hit me.

I killed him and laughed about him making a bad choice, I would later cook his remains and have it between two slices of rye.

After my encounter I head up a hill and start cutting down a tree, before I know it I'm shot in the head... after I told the gun wielding man I was a friendly. "Fuck you too then." I said wearily into the mic, he then approached and revived me, apologizing for firing at me. He let me get my rock back and let me go on my way. This act of mercy was really odd. I went further up the hill and started up a campfire, cooking all the human flesh I've gathered getting my health back up to 50%. After my grand flesh feast, I went back down the hill to find the man and his buddy that shot me on their hill.

They weren't so friendly this time, gave me ten seconds or else they would kill me. If my spear had been done, I might've went to kill them, but I didn't risk it.

Throughout the remaining thirty minutes I went through the country side killing anyone I saw, cooking their flesh, and feasting on any fool who dare turn their back on me. I eventually get a pickax and ax to gather supplies and body parts faster. I end up killing a horse too, and narrowly avoiding some players that are far higher up on the food chain. I ended up staying in a ruined beach shack for the day and cooked some horse and human meat when another player started snooping around.

Apparently he didn't know I was in the building because he entered in without even asking a hello. With my spear already drawn he entered through the doorway and over to the empty crates. Where I proceeded to whisper, "My next meal." as I stabbed him to death. On the ground hand raised I told him, "Unlucky for you I'm a cannibal." He then says, "But I have nothing to give yo-" Is all he sputters out before my spear plunges into his eye.

I cook him up with the rest.

With that I was ready to actually settle someplace nice and away from people. This proved bothersome as nearly every mile had some sort of habitation to it but I settled on a place... but it was already too late. I didn't realize it until my health was at 30%. I went into the snow without proper clothing and ended up freezing to death. 58 minutes of hunting the most dangerous game, tool gathering, and house planning down the drain due to my stupidity.

I guess you could call it karma after what I did to many of those people. But after you've been betrayed and backstabbed enough times especially after you lose several things of gear, you realize that playing Rust like a decent human being is impossible. You have to maim and murder to stay afloat. Hell one of the comments in the text chat before I died was something like this: "I bet you that 90% of everyone's inventory isn't even theirs" That's when it clicked for me.

When you play Rust you aren't supposed to be the good guy, there is no good karma in Rust without committing the needed atrocities to survive. You can't depend on other players, because the trope "Humans are Bastards" should be a tagline for this game. Every time you come across someone its more of a gamble then meeting someone in DayZ, you could either meet someone whose down to dick around a bit, or someone that wants your head on a platter for the name of them having !!FUN!! and to hell with whatever you want.

Another thing that applies for Rust is that saying, "A polite society, is an armed society." Could never be truer. Many gun toting players are cool with other gun toting players, because each gun is basically a nuke, a deterrent if you will. No gun toter wants to be the one to initiate a war, so they just gun down the "nakeds" instead since most "nakeds" have all the ores and wood you need.



Rust, past all the literally penises, jerks, and casual racism; is one helluva game that could be the best example of classism in a game. I mean in DayZ guns are basically common place and used for nearly everything, in Rust, guns are a symbol of power and skill. You'll have to fight tooth and nail to get to the point where you can have a permanent home and a gun to protect your homestead, but in the process you'll have to accept that you cannot be a nice person no matter what.

I need to play Rust now. I'm a Dayz mod early alpha gut, there from almost the beginning, so I learned those lessons long ago. Another lesson is that ANYONE using ANY sort of scoped weapon is out to kill players. Scopes are overkill for NPCs in Dayz, ammo is rare too, so never trust a man with a scope on his gun with more than 2.5x zoom.

I haven't played DayZ and after hearing what the DayZ creator did, I probably won't play it until it gets into Beta or near a Full Release. But Rust I've played enough to start learning the basic survival MMO lessons I should've already learned about, I mean fuck I've played SS13 and its almost the same concept.

You'd think that everyone wants to work together for a greater good, but no they don't. Everyone would rather kill everyone instead of banding together against a common enemy, and after my "Cannibal Holocaust" run before I quit for the night taught me a couple things. 1. Killing players and acting spoopy about it is fun, like too much fun, I felt like some tribal leader out of an HP Lovecraft tale. 2. Being good is only fun when the people you're helping attempt some form of silliness (RP) or when they help in return.

I mean when we were doing the fire thing, I actually felt like I had a real player on player interaction I keep hearing about. You know those stories about when two humans find each other, do something funny, and then go their separate ways as one posts about it on some internet board. But sadly not everyone wants to be silly and have some stupid fun. Some people just want to have a blood sport, others like enslaving the nakeds and gunning them down, and others simply try to ignore everyone.



My only other "survival MMO" experience was Reign of Kings, and Reign of Kings is basically a PvP focused game that really needs more love. I mean when you play Reign of Kings during 12AM-6AM everything is peaceful and many of the calmer players are on at the time, I built up a homestead and all that one morning (read as: 4AM) only to return in the afternoon to find that I got killed and all my stuff had been stolen. But I normally play Rust and Reign of Kings to deal with other players, because the Minecraft community is so full of number typing 12 year olds, and most of the good servers have either died or moved on to Rust, DayZ, or Reign of Kings.

I got RUST, I kinda like being a cannonball, what I want is the ability to make Lord of The Flies with either player's or animals decapitated heads. I need to stop reading Lord of The Flies so much, I read it THREE TIMES already.

*IDEAS*
Maybe the Lord of The Flies (Rust idea thing) would have a reference in the description, maybe it could be used as a repellent against animals. Put it around your base and wolves and bears will keep away. And I want a boulder trap, so I could replicate Piggy's deaaath.

Quote from: Wilson on May 27, 2015, 07:06:16 pm

I got RUST, I kinda like being a cannonball, what I want is the ability to make Lord of The Flies with either player's or animals decapitated heads. I need to stop reading Lord of The Flies so much, I read it THREE TIMES already.

Hey, its a good book, keep reading it. poor, poor Piggy.

Peri, I read it THREE TIMES. I have every character memorized. Yeah I don't think I need to read it anymore.


*SUPER DUPER IDEAS*
I wanna make a Lord of The Flies RP!

I got RUST, I kinda like being a cannonball, what I want is the ability to make Lord of The Flies with either player's or animals decapitated heads. I need to stop reading Lord of The Flies so much, I read it THREE TIMES already.

We should play Rust on the Facepunch Seattle server, I got a whole town up and the people I'm with are really fucking cool people.