imagining a group of outlaws chilling in their outposts, guarding their perimeter and then in the distance. what is that. a bird? a shuttle? no, it’s the damn pathfinder in their nomad going full speed over a mountain and flying straight towards to your camp to fuck your shit up
Every time I try to make something I pretty soon realize I don’t have the neurological bandwidth necessary to process anything useful. I’m lika a crappy old computer with 2GB of RAM trying to run some modern FPS with advanced 3D rendering and just freezing after half a second because it’s just too much. And it doesn’t matter if I Take My Time because it has to be done all at once or there’s no point. Like yeah you could watch this game one pixel at a time I guess, but it’s… not quite the same. thing.
imagine writing an episode so bad that the whole core of your fandom and then some literally doesn’t even believe it was real. imagine standing on the precipice of that cliff and then falling and hitting the rocks at the bottom.