As a tale of individual shits in the age of collective man, of who did what to whom, and of the illusions of power and the reality of art, this is a minatory masterpiece.
Also, I know that people have their opinions about games like this, and that's fine, but if individuals call Firewatch shit just because it's different or "not a real game", well, that's fucking stupid.
The same teachers who would frantically break up fights in the playground would happily look on, arms crossed, as the same individuals beat the shit out of each other on the rugby field.
In times of heated rhetoric like these, talking shit about individual politicians is normal, and sometimes that shit-talking might turn kinda raw.
In honor of the occasion, somebody at Sierra Club Radio interviewed Baby Balls about the Toxic Garbage Island series, marking the 8 zillionth time we've had to listen to that kid go off about toxins and the food chain and oh no, humanity's screwed and our genome is irreversibly damaged and nothing we can do as individuals will make a shit's wort of difference.
Nature is brutal, ruthless, and doesn't give a shit about the individual.
Like me, Bird could be described as "challenging" – we're both assertive individuals and would rarely take shit from people, so not always the easiest people to work with.
"It's alienating the individual," says Mick. "No one gives a shit about you".
This balance is good for us all — even if individual fanboy comments read like they're from bat-shit crazy zealots.
Even if statistics weren't for individuals, this represented a powerful index of the fact that shit happens.
