Well … he did think to test every possible way to use it for porn. He just didn’t swear about it. Now if he could just learn to say “sophisticated adult entertainment”, he’d be ready for polite company. HA!
I’m sure it’ll depend on how mentally intrusive the interface is. The JLN and CN gaming novels have some interesting takes on it – some even going so far as to have life support in ‘gaming pods’.
Not to mention that she knows exactly how creepy it is, laughs about it, and did it anyway. Newsflash, Nick — you’re not only a tester, but a test subject as well!
*Glados voice* The fairy is not capable of contemplating existential horror. Or, at least, the fairy is not capable of indicating that it has contemplated existential horror.
It depends on how you define “swearing”. He used the term “rasin brain” and was still kinda jerkish, so he was still swearing just using PG level terms. It’s arguably a step up from his current situation where the swear words are random, since he can convey meaning more accurately.
Oh my god. I’ve written server-side software and joked about it all my life: every system works perfectly until you let somebody use it, it’s easier to train users than it is to understand them, word filtering never works…
… but what Whimsy does really does transcend this entire class of problems! Instead of using QA to make sure the server is programmed correctly, it’s using QA to make sure the players are programmed correctly! Wonderful! Please, Whimsey Corp., let me be one of your cell-analogue. It doesn’t even have to be a brain cell-analogue, I’m not choosy. Liver’s good enough for me!
Years later, after the second purge, the sons of the survivors would shake their heads from within the forgotten sub-basements out of sight of the death squad’s searchlights, cursing the naïvety of their ancestors who’d lived in fear of nationalists and religious extremists, never once giving any notice to the real enemy lurking right under their noses plotting the downfall of democracy: disgruntled computer programmers.
So in other words, (rereading yesterday’s strip), dimples actually meant dimples? O_O
http://skin-horse.com/comic/to-work/
He said “dimples” after crashing back out into the real world.
Oof. You mean the players don’t just look Whimsy, they *think* Whimsy? Terrifying is right…
Well … he did think to test every possible way to use it for porn. He just didn’t swear about it. Now if he could just learn to say “sophisticated adult entertainment”, he’d be ready for polite company. HA!
If Baron Mistycorn doesn’t have a butthole, won’t it get kinda messy when he craps himself? I mean, messier than if he had one.
Not with magic!
It needn’t be all that messy. You can just throw his bag away.
This is not a subject I wish to contemplate over Saturday breakfast.
Would you prefer to discuss it over Sunday dinner?
Obligatory unicorn poop video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbYWhdLO43Q
I’ve read that as a wilhelm scream
So did I.
He didn’t think to swear, but he still thought of using the scenario for porn. Interesting…
Porn is just going to be so…unsatisfactory in the Whimsey VR world…
I’m sure it’ll depend on how mentally intrusive the interface is. The JLN and CN gaming novels have some interesting takes on it – some even going so far as to have life support in ‘gaming pods’.
I like how the fairy can call that terrifying without losing the smile on her face. Which is a bit unnerving in its own right, come to think.
Not to mention that she knows exactly how creepy it is, laughs about it, and did it anyway. Newsflash, Nick — you’re not only a tester, but a test subject as well!
Good madscience recursion
*Glados voice* The fairy is not capable of contemplating existential horror. Or, at least, the fairy is not capable of indicating that it has contemplated existential horror.
Touche, that is actually pretty terrifying
And gets moreso the longer you think about it.
“What is more terrifying, a pride of lions, or the rabbit that survives amongst them.?”
It depends on how you define “swearing”. He used the term “rasin brain” and was still kinda jerkish, so he was still swearing just using PG level terms. It’s arguably a step up from his current situation where the swear words are random, since he can convey meaning more accurately.
“I Just Crapped Myself, and I Don’t Have a Butthole” was one of Harlan Ellison’s lesser-known short stories.
It was collected in “Last Dangerous Visions”
Curse my comments section and its lack of “like” buttons. Harlan Ellison jokes are always correct.
I’ve always preferred the musical adaptation, I Have No Mouth, and I Must Sing.
Featuring original music by John Cage
Are you sure it wasn’t in “The Least Dangerous Visions?”
I thought that was by Richard Connell
Oh my god. I’ve written server-side software and joked about it all my life: every system works perfectly until you let somebody use it, it’s easier to train users than it is to understand them, word filtering never works…
… but what Whimsy does really does transcend this entire class of problems! Instead of using QA to make sure the server is programmed correctly, it’s using QA to make sure the players are programmed correctly! Wonderful! Please, Whimsey Corp., let me be one of your cell-analogue. It doesn’t even have to be a brain cell-analogue, I’m not choosy. Liver’s good enough for me!
Years later, after the second purge, the sons of the survivors would shake their heads from within the forgotten sub-basements out of sight of the death squad’s searchlights, cursing the naïvety of their ancestors who’d lived in fear of nationalists and religious extremists, never once giving any notice to the real enemy lurking right under their noses plotting the downfall of democracy: disgruntled computer programmers.
Oh, crap! Yet another reason to hide under my comforter and ignore the world.
I’m not sure how, but I got so scared I pooped your pants.