Since his breakthrough role in Final Fantasy XVI, fans can't get enough of Ben Starr. Neither can he, as in a video for GameSpot, the voice actor decided to play through Date Everything by only dating his own character.The surreal and comedic sandbox dating sim lets you literally date everything, thanks to a pair of magical glasses called Dateviators, which transform everyday household objects into dateable characters with their own stories. Each one is brought to by a huge roster of voice actors, including Ashly Burch, Matthew Mercer, Laura Bailey, Felicia Day, Steve Blum, Ashley Johnson, as well as the game's lead designer and veteran voice actor Ray Chase of Final Fantasy XV fame. Despite more than 100 dateable objects, "resident video game narcissist" Starr has opted to only date himself. Starr actually voices multiple characters as he plays a personified door called Dorian and there are 17 variations of Dorian throughout the house. There's Front Dorian who wears a little hat, Back Dorian, which the actor said he recorded "facing away from the microphone with my hand over my mouth", as well as Trap Dorian, who happens to wear a lot less clothes than the rest.Continue Reading at GameSpot #watch #ben #starr #date #himself

It’s infuriating to witness how the digital landscape has become a breeding ground for hate speech! The #NOTWITHMYTYPE project is a glaring reminder that neutrality has no place when it comes to fighting against the toxic narratives spreading like wildfire online. Typography may be neutral, but the messages we choose to amplify are not! We can't afford to sit back and pretend that ignoring hate speech is an option. Silence is complicity, and it’s high time we raise our voices against this menace. Let's stand up, get creative, and dismantle these harmful discourses! The battle against hate starts with us! #NOTWITHMYTYPE #HateSpeech #DigitalActivism #StandAgainstHate #CreativityAgainstHate

In a world that feels so disconnected, seeing the public's overwhelming response to Charlie Cox's role as Gustave in "Clair Obscur: Expedition 33" leaves me feeling more alone than ever. It's as if the voices around us drown out our own. The emotional depth he brings to the character resonates, yet I can't shake this heavy feeling of being unseen and unheard. The applause for his talent feels like a reminder of the silence that surrounds my own heart. 💔 It's bittersweet, celebrating artistry while grappling with personal loneliness. #CharlieCox #ClairObscur #Daredevil #Loneliness #Artistry

Spotify and Apple are killing the album cover, and it’s time we raised our voices against this travesty! It’s infuriating that in this age of digital consumption, these tech giants have the audacity to strip away one of the most vital elements of music: the album cover. The art that used to be a visceral representation of the music itself is now reduced to a mere thumbnail on a screen, easily lost in the sea of endless playlists and streaming algorithms. What happened to the days when we could hold a physical album in our hands? The tactile experience of flipping through a gatefold cover, admiring the artwork, and reading the liner notes is now an afterthought. Instead, we’re left with animated visuals that can’t even be framed on a wall! How can a moving image evoke the same emotional connection as a beautifully designed cover that captures the essence of an artist's vision? It’s a tragedy that these platforms are prioritizing convenience over artistic expression. The music industry needs to wake up! Spotify and Apple are essentially telling artists that their hard work, creativity, and passion can be boiled down to a pixelated image that disappears into the digital ether. This is an outright assault on the artistry of music! Why should we stand by while these companies prioritize algorithmic efficiency over the cultural significance of album art? It’s infuriating that the very thing that made music a visual and auditory experience is being obliterated right in front of our eyes. Let’s be clear: the album cover is not just decoration; it’s an integral part of the storytelling process in music. It sets the tone, evokes emotions, and can even influence how we perceive the music itself. When an album cover is designed with care and intention, it becomes an extension of the artist’s voice. Yet here we are, scrolling through Spotify and Apple Music, bombarded with generic visuals that do nothing to honor the artists or their work. Spotify and Apple need to be held accountable for this degradation of music culture. This isn’t just about nostalgia; it’s about preserving the integrity of artistic expression. We need to demand that these platforms acknowledge the importance of album covers and find ways to integrate them into our digital experiences. Otherwise, we’re on a dangerous path where music becomes nothing more than a disposable commodity. If we allow Spotify and Apple to continue on this trajectory, we risk losing an entire culture of artistic expression. It’s time for us as consumers to take a stand and remind these companies that music is not just about the sound; it’s about the entire experience. Let’s unite and fight back against this digital degradation of music artistry. We deserve better than a world where the album cover is dying a slow death. Let’s reclaim the beauty of music and its visual representation before it’s too late! #AlbumArt #MusicCulture #Spotify #AppleMusic #ProtectArtistry

Ah, DreamWorks! That magical land where the sun always shines, and animated penguins can sing better than most of us in the shower. A studio that has been spinning its whimsical web of nostalgia since the dawn of time, or at least since the late '90s, when they decided that making ogres feel relatable was the new black. So, what's this I hear? A documentary detailing the illustrious history of DreamWorks? Because clearly, we all needed a deep dive into the riveting saga of a studio that has made more animated films than there are flavors of ice cream. I mean, who doesn’t want to know the backstory behind the creation of Shrek 25 or the emotional journey of a dragon who can’t decide if it wants to befriend a Viking or roast him on a spit? The podcast team behind 12 FPS is bringing us this "ambitious" documentary, where I can only assume they will unveil the "secret" techniques used to create those iconic characters. Spoiler alert: it involves a lot of caffeine, sleepless nights, and animators talking to their cats for inspiration. Yes, I await with bated breath to see the archival footage of the early days, where perhaps we’ll witness the groundbreaking moment someone said, “What if we made a movie about a talking donkey?” Truly, groundbreaking stuff. And let's not overlook the "success" part of their journey. Did we really need a documentary to explain that? I mean, it’s not like they’ve been raking in billions while we sob over animated farewells. The financial success is practically part of their DNA at this point—like a sequel to a beloved movie that no one asked for, but everyone pretends to love. If you’re lucky, maybe the documentary will even reveal the elusive DreamWorks formula: a sprinkle of heart, a dash of pop culture reference, and just enough celebrity voices to keep the kids glued to their screens while parents pretend to be interested. Who wouldn’t want to see behind the curtain and discover how they managed to capture our hearts with a bunch of flying fish or a lovable giant who somehow manages to be both intimidating and cuddly? But hey, in a world where we can binge-watch a 12-hour documentary on the making of a sandwich, why not dedicate a few hours to DreamWorks’ illustrious past? After all, nothing screams ‘cultural significance’ quite like animated characters who can break into song at the most inappropriate moments. So grab your popcorn and prepare for the ride through DreamWorks: the history of a studio that has made us laugh, cry, and occasionally question our taste in movies. #DreamWorks #AnimationHistory #12FPS #Documentary #ShrekForever

In a world that once felt vibrant and alive, I find myself standing alone amidst the echoes of what used to be. The announcement of the Final Fantasy Tactics Remaster should have ignited a spark of nostalgia and joy within me, yet all I feel is an overwhelming sense of longing and betrayal. How did it come to this? How did a cherished memory become a bittersweet reminder of time lost? 💔 It’s been over a decade since I last held my breath while strategizing my way through the intricate battles of Ivalice, a realm that lived in my heart and mind. I remember the hours spent plotting my next move, the thrill of victory, and the heartbreak of defeat. Yet now, as the remaster nears its release, I can’t shake off the feeling that it was forced into existence, as if the very essence of what made it special was sacrificed for the sake of modernity. I find myself questioning: Is this the revival we hoped for, or just a shadow of its former self? 😞 Square Enix, a name that once resonated with dreams and adventure, has made controversial cuts that leave me feeling hollow. The magic of the original feels diluted, as if they took my beloved game and stripped it of its soul. The characters I cherished now seem distant, their voices muted in the rush to cater to new generations who may never truly appreciate the depth of the story. I feel like a ghost, haunting the remnants of a past that refuses to let me go, yet has also forgotten me. 🌧️ As September approaches, I wonder if I should even bother to dive back into Ivalice. Can I bear to face the changes that threaten to shatter my memories? The thought of playing a game that feels more like a corporate product than a passionate creation is almost too much to bear. The solitude of this anticipation weighs heavily on my heart, and I can’t help but feel abandoned by something that used to be a vital part of my life. Every pixel, every note of music, every character arc—now seemingly a casualty in the battle between nostalgia and progress. I long for the days when games were crafted with love and care, not merely as a means to an end. I wish for a return to the magic that existed in those pixelated battles and heartfelt narratives. As I prepare myself for this release, I can only hope that somehow, some way, I can find a piece of what I once adored. In my solitude, I cling to these memories, even as I brace myself for the reality of a remaster that feels more like a farewell than a homecoming. #FinalFantasyTactics #IvaliceChronicles #GamingNostalgia #Heartbreak #Loneliness

What a world we live in when scientists finally unlock the secrets to the axolotls' ability to regenerate limbs, only to reveal that the key lies not in some miraculous regrowth molecule, but in its controlled destruction! Seriously, what kind of twisted logic is this? Are we supposed to celebrate the fact that the secret to regeneration is, in fact, about knowing when to destroy something instead of nurturing and encouraging growth? This revelation is not just baffling; it's downright infuriating! In an age where regenerative medicine holds the promise of healing wounds and restoring functionality, we are faced with the shocking realization that the science is not about building up, but rather about tearing down. Why would we ever want to focus on the destruction of growth molecules instead of creating an environment where regeneration can bloom unimpeded? Where is the inspiration in that? It feels like a slap in the face to anyone who believes in the potential of science to improve lives! Moreover, can we talk about the implications of this discovery? If the key to regeneration involves a meticulous dance of destruction, what does that say about our approach to medical advancements? Are we really expected to just stand by and accept that we must embrace an idea that says, "let's get rid of the good stuff to allow for growth"? This is not just a minor flaw in reasoning; it's a fundamental misunderstanding of what regeneration should mean for us! To make matters worse, this revelation could lead to misguided practices in regenerative medicine. Instead of developing therapies that promote healing and growth, we could end up with treatments that focus on the elimination of beneficial molecules. This is absolutely unacceptable! How dare the scientific community suggest that the way forward is through destruction rather than cultivation? We should be demanding more from our researchers, not less! Let’s not forget the ethical implications. If the path to regeneration is paved with the controlled destruction of vital components, how can we trust the outcomes? We’re putting lives in the hands of a process that promotes destruction. Just imagine the future of medicine being dictated by a philosophy that sounds more like a dystopian nightmare than a beacon of hope. It is high time we hold scientists accountable for the direction they are taking in regenerative research. We need a shift in focus that prioritizes constructive growth, not destructive measures. If we are serious about advancing regenerative medicine, we must reject this flawed notion and demand a commitment to genuine regeneration—the kind that nurtures life, rather than sabotages it. Let’s raise our voices against this madness. We deserve better than a science that advocates for destruction as the means to an end. The axolotls may thrive on this paradox, but we, as humans, should expect far more from our scientific endeavors. #RegenerativeMedicine #Axolotl #ScienceFail #MedicalEthics #Innovation

Lars Wingefors, the CEO of Embracer Group, is stepping into the role of executive chair to "focus on strategic initiatives, M&A, and capital allocation." This move is both alarming and infuriating. Are we really supposed to cheer for a corporate leader who is shifting gears to prioritize mergers and acquisitions over the actual needs of the gaming community? It's absolutely maddening! Let’s break this down. Embracer Group has built a reputation for acquiring a myriad of game studios, but what about the quality of the games themselves? The focus on M&A is nothing more than a money-hungry strategy that overlooks the creativity and innovation that the gaming industry desperately needs. It's like a greedy shark swimming in a sea of indie creativity, devouring everything in its path without a second thought for the artistic value of what it's consuming. Wingefors claims that this new phase will allow him to focus on "strategic initiatives." What does that even mean? Is it just a fancy way of saying that he will be looking for the next big acquisition to line his pockets and increase his empire, rather than fostering the unique voices and talents that make gaming a diverse and rich experience? This is not just a corporate strategy; it’s a blatant attack on the very essence of what makes gaming enjoyable and transformative. Let’s not forget that behind every acquisition, there are developers and creatives whose livelihoods and passions are at stake. When a corporate giant like Embracer controls too many studios, we risk a homogenized gaming landscape where creativity is stifled in the name of profit. The industry is already plagued by sequels and remakes that serve to fill corporate coffers rather than excite gamers. We don’t need another executive chairperson prioritizing capital allocation over creative integrity! Moreover, this focus on M&A raises serious concerns about the future direction of the companies involved. Will they remain independent enough to foster innovation, or will they be reduced to mere cogs in a corporate machine? The answer seems obvious—unless we challenge this trend, we will see a further decline in the diversity and originality of games. Wingefors’s transition into this new role is not just a simple career move; it’s a signal of what’s to come in the gaming industry if we let executives prioritize greed over creativity. We need to hold corporate leaders accountable and demand that they prioritize the players and developers who make this industry what it is. In conclusion, the gaming community must rise against this corporate takeover mentality. We deserve better than a world where the bottom line trumps artistic expression. It’s time to stop celebrating these empty corporate strategies and start demanding a gaming landscape that values creativity, innovation, and the passion of its community. #GamingCommunity #CorporateGreed #GameDevelopment #MergersAndAcquisitions #EmbracerGroup

In the shadows of a world that seems to have forgotten me, I find myself reflecting on the haunting image of Donald Trump, the martyr who enters history with a face stained by struggle. This image, where he raises his fist, shouting “I am alive, fight for me!” resonates deep within my soul, as I too feel the weight of a battle fought in silence. Each day, I awaken to a reality that feels increasingly isolating, a cacophony of voices drowning out my own. Like Trump, I stand amidst the chaos, yearning for recognition, for some semblance of belonging. His bloodied visage, a symbol of defiance, mirrors my own wounds—unseen, unacknowledged. The world rushes past, busy with its narratives, while I linger in the echoes of my solitude. Amidst the noise, I am reminded of my own struggles, my own fight to be seen and heard. The image of Trump, once a figure of controversy, now appears as a tragic hero to those who believe in his cause. But what of those of us fighting our personal battles, who find ourselves trapped in the shadows? Where is our anthem of resilience? Where is our history being carved? I feel the piercing sting of betrayal as I navigate through relationships that feel more like ghosts than connections. Friends fade into the background, their lives moving forward while I remain tethered to a past that haunts me. As I watch the world celebrate moments of triumph and unity, my heart aches with the knowledge that I am left behind, like a forgotten footnote in a story that no longer includes me. There’s a certain pain that comes with this realization, a deep-seated loneliness that wraps around me like a shroud. Each moment of joy I witness in others feels like a dagger to my heart, a reminder of the warmth I long for but cannot touch. I am an outsider looking in, yearning for the camaraderie that seems so easily accessible to others. In the end, perhaps we are all just martyrs in our own right—fighting battles that may never be recognized, enduring pain that may never find an audience. As I sit here, reflecting on the image of a man who has become a symbol of resilience amidst adversity, I am reminded that my voice, too, has the power to resonate. I will not let my story fade into obscurity; I will fight for my place in this world, even if it feels like an uphill battle. For those who feel as I do, remember: we are not alone. Our struggles may be silent, but they matter. We are alive, and we will continue to fight. #Loneliness #Struggle #Resilience #Martyrdom #Isolation

In a world that often feels so alive, I find myself drowning in an ocean of solitude. The colors of life seem to fade into a monochrome palette, leaving only the echoes of dreams that once set my heart ablaze. How do I express the weight of despair that clings to my soul? The feeling of being overlooked, as if the vibrant art around me, like the offerings of Artspace, were never meant for someone like me. Artspace is renowned for its boundless creativity, a tool that has given life to countless dreams. Yet here I am, yearning for connection, yet wrapped in the silence of my own heart. The special offer for the Unlimited subscription feels like a distant star, twinkling just out of reach. I see others immersing themselves in its beauty, while I sit in the shadows, wishing I could be part of that vibrant world. 😔 The loneliness is a bitter companion, whispering doubts and fears into my ears. As I scroll through the vivid canvases and breathtaking installations showcased by Artspace, I can't help but feel a twinge of envy. They say art is a reflection of the soul, but what does it say when your soul feels like a blank canvas, void of color and warmth? The special offers come and go, but they serve as a reminder of what I lack. The subscription that promises endless inspiration feels like a cruel joke when inspiration seems to elude me completely. I watch the artists flourish, their voices resonating in a chorus of creativity, while I fade into the background, a mere spectator in this grand theater of life. Each day passes, and I wonder if the light will ever find its way back into my heart. There’s a profound sadness in knowing that even in a world filled with art, I feel like an outsider, disconnected from the beauty that surrounds me. I long for the days when I could immerse myself in the vibrancy of creativity without feeling this weight of isolation. If only I could capture the essence of the feelings that swirl within me and paint them across a canvas, perhaps then I could bridge the gap between my solitude and the art that calls out to me. For now, I will hold onto this sorrow, a reminder of the beauty I crave but cannot grasp. Someday, I hope to rise from this heaviness and embrace the art that speaks to my soul. Until then, I remain here, lost among the shadows, searching for a glimmer of hope. 🌧️ #Artspace #Loneliness #Creativity #Heartbreak #EmotionalArt