Rustin سیروس Sotoodeh

Crazy who is this Rustin guy S/o to @higround team and community fr

Destiny Hunter or whatever they were called I don’t remember

@Surfy What did he say

Driving home tonight, my thoughts turned once again to Harambe.

@raihan_ Wait In Line For LeBron.

what’s the most niche video game a founder could be good at and still worthy of respect

@YashRMFC @TheMaelk @lanche this is your goat?

Messi is even allowed to wrestle on the pitch, yet no cards.

@TheMaelk @lanche I think Ava and I had the exact same supporter setup You’re an Argentina fan? You should be embarrassed to admit that jakob

@rust1n @lanche Ava is like 0/102 in his support this World Cup.

just clocked I’ll have to root for Lamine Yamal and Spain

Jude Bellingham x Lionel Messi.

@TheMaelk @lanche What???

@lanche @rust1n Thank you.

@lanche :(

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@Surfy There is no tomorrow, time does not exist, there is only now. And right now, Coca Cola is better.

@rust1n Diet Coke is the superior beverage. Try again tomorrow.

I will NEVER drink Coke Zero. Be real, just drink COKE. You are not saving yourself drinking diet or zero. Stop fooling yourself. Be yourself coward.

@StarTropica Are you insane?

@rust1n Yeah but that’s unrelated. I will stand by it till I die Regular is fine but diet tastes better to me, zero is the worst of the three tho it tastes too cinnamon-y

@StarTropica Are you insane?

@rust1n Diet tastes better tho don’t be foolish

@areatechnology_ Can I edit my codex using codex to have splash screens like this @grok think for me

Imaginary splash screens for Codex. Blue vision

@synaesthesiajp @ingueferroque They can be one or the other or both

@ingueferroque Cool. Then tell me the last time Jeff Koons spent $400 million US dollars on a museum piece. You might find games artful, but they are commercial art.

Video games are not a charity. They aren't art you hang up in a museum. We don't have billionaire patrons who will pay $200M+ for a vanity project. These things need to be commercially viable, but too many in the Enthusiast media (influencers among them) have spent so long tearing everything down (DLC, microtransactions, loot boxes, AI, etc.) that they've created a huge rift between the economics of the industry and player expectations. So tell me... Who is going to buy a business running at 3% contribution margin? To leave loss-making studios open? In case this gorgeous idea of AA (where everyone just says Clair Obscur and then can't say anything else) magically starts printing money? If that actually worked, everyone would already be doing it. The industry needs to reset its cost structures, and to do so, it's going to incur a lot of pain on places that don't actually make money. And y'all need to put a mirror in front of yourselves when you ask why... because you'll be staring right at a big reason. You've taken a particular glee at tearing down the industry over the past 3-5 years, and now you are surprised at what you see.

In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called. I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years. "Nobunaga." He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly. "Perfect. Banana, party of one." Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now. Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands. I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready. It woke. It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master. He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room. "BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!" A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me. All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!" So tell me honestly. For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came. When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana? Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.

SIGNATURE MOVE: EARNINGS CALL THROWS BRICK PHONE AT YOU AND MONEY RAINS FROM CEILING