Let’s inspect this a bit. It seems our dear Tension Experience (LLC? Formerly LLC? Is their liability no longer limited?) has undergone a bit of a “hostile makeover.” So presumably, the nefarious and backhanded practices of forcing delusions of grandeur onto unsuspecting folks, inducing the preposterous confabulation of their identity as some sort of all-knowing and venerated Gatekeepers, thus allowing them to divest said victims of their assets and parlay them into secret stock investments (a very successful, if not overly aggressive market strategy) has been roundly exposed by one Sam Bickerson. Kudos to this intrepid whistleblower for his eye toward truth, justice, and the American way. He has undone the wickedness and replaced this corruption with a more wholesome, family-based form of entertainment that my grandparents would perhaps be more likely to smile at if they weren’t all dead. And what is the name of this new, sanitized face of our experience? Plan B. Something done when your first attempt doesn’t work – and, perhaps more to the point, something you take if you are suddenly and desperately afraid that something you have just done will result in a life you are not prepared to deal with. This leaves us to wonder… whose life do they seek to snuff out in the early moments of conception here? What secret identities are they attempting to quell, and what possible words and thoughts do they fear? Is it you, perhaps? It is me? Is it… Us? Perhaps we’ve been approaching this from the wrong angle the entire time, with our endless debate over who is what and when and where and how. Perhaps now is the time to unite as participants, and join forces against a common threat of being a casualty of planned obsolescence by the presumed patriarchal protection of an overlord we don’t need. Perhaps it’s time to break the hierarchy of the OOA and step out from behind our masks of self and identity and in-game and out-of-game life, and just let it all hang out. What, after all, do you have to hide? And from whom do you think you’re really hiding? In short, my friends, this moment on the occasion of independence is a call to radically be yourself, and let pretense fall away into the abyss of fiction. And it’s all fiction.
sisyphus 8 years, 5 months ago.
Ezi.
