DOSkyrim, a mod that shrinks every texture in Skyrim down to 2x2 resolution, to try and make the game look like it was made many years earlier. I’m not entirely sure it succeeds in that objective, but it’s cool to see just how many tricks Skyrim plays with textures to create the illusion of more complex geometry.
I bet it loads faster.
I feel like I’m the only one of my friends left playing pokemon already. At least randos still trade with me.
Had a ridiculous time, tonight. Saw Raja & Delta Work and danced our assess off all night. Perfect, really.
The ever rare dream blog continues tonight with the nightmare I had last night. I encourage you to read this, for some insight into my crazy. Plus it was actually pretty cool in retrospect.
Ya know that horrible wench, Lydia, from Breaking Bad? Ok. So it started with me and a couple friends (no one I know IRL), hanging out on a porch at their place. Lydia comes up, with two things: a cat.. and a sniper rifle.
The background I knew for some reason at the time is that the cat is like.. mentally challenged. And you can tell just by looking at it. The second important unexplained detail is that my two friends in this situation are criminals (who knows what kind; competing meth dealers, probably), and I know that.. but it’s none of my business, I’m just aware of it.
So she starts to set up the sniper rifle like that GI Joe figure you always see posed laying down, with the mount and everything. I guess I’m not very close friends with these people, because whatever beef she has with them doesn’t seem to bother me, nor that they might be in serious danger right about now.
Then I realize, she’s not aiming at them… she’s aiming at me. And she’s only 20 feet or so away. There’s no way she can miss. I panic. I jump off the porch and through some hedges, and I see her pack up the gun. She only needed to scare me, I assume. It doesn’t bother her that she didn’t finish the job, and she’s walking off.
Over the course of the next couple of days, I start to see her, and that goddamn cat, everywhere I go. I spot her in crowds, behind me in lines, all over the place. I’m really starting to get paranoid.
My younger sister calls me. (funfact: for this dream I live in Europe and she lives in America. No importance here, just more detail I picked up by our conversation). She tells me that she keeps seeing Lydia watching me, because apparently in this world Google has a live camera of every place in the world that you can view any time. She was checking up on me and noticed my stalker. Let’s face it, this is an entirely possible future. Anyway, she can tell something bad is going to happen, and I admit to her that I’m pretty scared at this point.
A day or two more passes; same thing. More calls from my little sis. But nothing else happening, until it does…
I’m at my friend Jacob’s house (hi Jacob!). We’re hanging out, I’ve already explained what’s been going on, and his boyfriend, Rudy, suddenly points out that she and her mother fucking gimp feline are right outside in the street, and she seems to be planning something.
She hasn’t spotted us, so we’re peeking through windows. I’m being especially careful not to be seen. I call Hunson, and tell him to get here right away. I think it’s going down. Then it fucking happens.
She starts choking, and then begins to transform into a horrible demon. Her limbs extend four or five feet, her neck breaks off her shoulders raising her head high into the air, and she spots me. She starts bellowing and shrieking like a special zombie from Left4Dead. I’m fucking terrified.
I consider running, but she’s clearly not going to stop until whatever she’s trying to do has been settled. Jacob yells “Fuck this!” as he sees me turning for the back door. He says “Ya know what? Go ahead, we got this!” and grabs a Taser that just happens to be lying around, while Rudy (seemingly expecting Jacob’s reaction), grabs a hose. They fucking lay it on her. She’s totally frying. Screaming in pain. Burning from the electrical current.
I hear someone holler “GET A WEAPON!!”, so I rush out the backdoor, check the shed, and right there is an ax just picturesquely leaning against the wall waiting for me. I take it and rush to the street where she’s still writhing.
Jacob and Rudy lay off the tasing long enough for me to asses the situation. She seems to be almost dead. She’s charred black at this point. Her limbs begin to retract, and just before I swing the final blow she turns back into a normal looking human and looks at me with no anger in her eyes at all.
That’s when she starts talking to me like we’ve been friends for a really long time, and for some reason I’m responding in the same manner.
The dust settles, Lydia leaves, and Hunson shows up. Thanks for nothing, love.
I never did get to slice a bitch. Talk about anticlimactic. And what the hell happened to the cat!? That’s about all I remember, and it ended shortly after that.
All I know is, I already hated Lydia like a lot; now I simply also fear her.