worlds_okayest_mech_pilot [he/him]

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Cake day: September 5th, 2023

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  • TARS and CASE, Interstellar: I really like how Nolan intentionally avoided the evil robot trope for this movie. Acting isn’t always a strong suit in Nolan movies, but Bill Irwin killed it here. Plus, the design is super cool. Maybe Nolan should direct an animated movie?

    Ayre, Armored Core VI: Best copilot any mecha pilot could ask for. Helpful and adorable.

    Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation: I haven’t even finished the show, but Data is just phenomenally acted and written (usually). Even if he were the worst character in TNG he’d probably be on this list due to how good the TNG cast is lol.

    Bladewolf, Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance: Dog with chainsaw. Dog with chainsaw.

    Gundam: The Witch from Mercury* spoilers:

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    Ericht Samaya from G-Witch. I followed the episodes week by week and seeing all of the theories form into the final plot was so much fun.

    Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty spoilers:

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    GW and the Patriot AI system. Absolutely perfect villains contrasting MGS1, with a message about the control of information that has aged wonderfully. They’re also responsible for some of the most memorable moments in all of gaming.

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  • I’m convinced this is going to be some sort of horror movie scenario where I walk into the voting place and play out the exact same events as 2020.

    The same people say the same things to me, and I respond with familiar words. Déjà vu intensifies as I check my calendar. It is 2024, right? No, it’s 2020. Wait, 2016?

    My mind races.

    “Vote for Biden to save America!” Libs on the left and right shout. I begin to run.

    “Do you want Trump to win?” they jeer. I stumble, but regain my footing.

    “Vote blue,” I hear. “Vote blue, vote blue, VOTE BLUE!” It’s a chant at this point. A cult-like choir that fills the recesses of my brain. I make it to the double doors and push them open.

    Biden is there.

    He smiles. “None of this Malarky, Jack,” he says, pressing a syringe to my neck. My consciousness begins to fade. The last thing I feel is some teenage staffer sticking an “I Voted!” sticker to my shirt as the world fades to darkness.