Well, there's a fine line between
genius and insanity...
Which he was nowhere near.
He was a mental case, through and through.
You think so?
Look, I'm not saying he didn't make some good stuff...
..though he didn't...
You don't do all that if you're crazy.
Sure, he was sorta weird,
but look where he got to in the end!
In the end? You mean the part where he's got so little to say he leaves a post blank or the part where he pretends someone cares? No, wait, you must be talking about the part where he never actually does anything! Face it, the end result of all this moping and complaining is a big 100-post shitpile of moping and complaining. Hoorah.
Now, you're not being fair.
This isn't the end of his life you're seeing,
it's just the beginning.
Wait, just a minute!
This blog hasn't been all that bad.
He's already done some good posts, and y'know,
I bet if you looked at the other blogs from that period-
Do we really have to argue
about the merits of early 21st-Century blogging?
Okay, yeah, it was pretty bad out there.
But who cares?
You're gonna look at this mess as a work of art or something?
'Cause I think it gave up on being an end in and of itself back in December 2005.
Yeah, but it oughta go somewhere soon.
This blog so far has just been
the insane ramblings of an autist,
but somehow he's gonna end up where we know he does.
That's what makes the whole thing worth reading.
I just wanna know how long he's gonna take getting there!
(Because this is getting sort of ridiculous.)
You know what? I don't know what you guys are babbling about anymore, and I don't care. This? All this? It's shit. Ten years from now it'll still be shit. This kid keeps promising and promising, and never does a thing. All this stuff about games, and has he lifted a finger to actually make a game? Of course not! He'd rather bitch about how terrible the world is that he can't make a game in it, and how terrible society is, and how terrible money is. And when he's finished with that he comes up with figments of his imagination to pop up and explain everything, to paint it all as a little fantasy so that he can deal with this imaginary dream world he's got in his fucked-up little head and not the real world. It's all imaginary to him, all literary analyses of a silly little story, but it's NOT. And he doesn't get that. And that's why... When I came here, I thought he was gonna fuck up his life. But now I see that I shouldn't have worried, because you can't fuck up what never existed. He never had a life to begin with, and he's too much of a coward to ever start one!
Look, I don't want to sound condescending or anything, but...
Look, you don't have the perspective we have.
(Us being so far in the future and all.)
All this wasted time and craziness now is made up for by the fact that Buckman became a gamist in the end.
A good one.
The future, huh.
Just a sec, I'll get you the file...
The AI file...
They made a record of Buckman before he died.
Sort of like the photographs of your time period.
Wow, you've really never played an AI file!
It's got the personality, the memories, ...
Where is it?
No, you're looking in the wrong place!
It's in that big area on the right.
This is such a mess.
No, that other one.
Oh, right. I see it.
Here you go.
Okay, you got me curious. I'll play along.
What am I waiting for, exactly?
It's still loading, give it time.