game is ded. long live god

Game is dead. Game remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gamedevs simply to appear worthy of it?

-Nietzsche or whatever

game might be dead, but im not and now i made a twitter bots instead. Is this a twisted post-modernist commentary on how the merits of hard work in entertainment are being replaced by low effort, inflammatory social content? Have I been forced to re-focus my creative chaotic brilliance to other platforms by the cabal of video game companies because I'm just too good at gamedev? Have I seen the truth about the pressing security concern posed by cats and how they can only be fought with easy to use musical instruments? Am I just better at back-end data stuff and am finally coming to terms with my fallibility as a human being? All of these questions and more will not be answered at my ongoing twitter bot projects:

@couldcatsbot and @lowiqkazoo

I'll see you there!

...or, actually, I wont. I can't see through your screen ...yet

Oh! and... don't install the latest snekgam. It's literally just malware that deletes your entire computer and replaces it with France's last Morse Code message. Old versions are still safe, I just think blazes of glory are good for toasting marshmallows.