For all his building up, the actual final encounter is a bit of an anticlimax. Nuke everyone?
First of all, the originality of nuking a nuked out wasteland, in order to leave it more nuked out than ever before, wow
Also, yes - the area was nuked before, and it took 200 years to build up the Bear and the Bull (dude, just refer to them as countries, I don't go around refering to Sweden and Denmark as the Köttbull and the Carlsberg), so - what exactly is his big plan? To just re-set everything with another 200 years? I hope he realizes that by then he won't be around to nuke them a 3rd time over...
And I don't get his logic at all... why this "punish everyone" attitude? Because of... suffering? What? Thank god the guy does not run a hospital or anything, he would go around just mercy-shooting everyone and their relatives, hell all of his staff would probably be up next because of some vague dark babble he would come up with on the spot
In fact, the whole premise made me think - what would drive someone to be THAT pretentious?
Like, what would drive me, to buy a lil casette recorder, and whisper into it, "The Meatball and the Beer, same story, old history, new roads walked, a sofa and a table, thought they were the same... not the same... no kött in the bull" then label them, and drop them here and there, lawns, back yards, trash cans, I will *simply assume* that only a fraction of my casettes will be found - BY WHOMEVER IS FOLLOWING ME! WALKING... MY ROAD
I would drop the casette tapes around, I would leave lame lil stencil-tags on walls, and I would find myself an epic dungeon - - - and wait.
The more patiently I wait, the more epic my wait, that's the math of it.
For a year, I will sit there, staring at the door.
For 2 years
For 3
Someone's bound to find my fucking casettes o_-
And after all that
AFTER ALL THAT
Some Swede finally kicks the door down "the jig is up mister! although I'm still completely blank about who you are, what you plan to do, why you plan to do it, and why exactly I've been following all your traces to this stupid little cabin"
"It's not stupid!" I'd reply, and then I would go into the vaguest of detail, and explain all of my vague ideas, leaving the Swede NONE the wiser, except he seems to grap a certain jist of me wanting to destroy Norway, Sweden... and Denmark, all three.
He tells me not to.
Cuz... nations can be created or destroyed - by a single person.
"Kinda like Gandhi, or something?" I say.
"Yeah, sure." he says.
"K." I go.
He wins
I prepared a final casette tape for him, in anticipation of someone coming along, and talking me out of my destructive plans. This tape lasts several agonizing minutes, and as before, leave him none the wiser, my pretentious expression resonnating in his mind, while he listens to my gibberish
First of all, the originality of nuking a nuked out wasteland, in order to leave it more nuked out than ever before, wow
Also, yes - the area was nuked before, and it took 200 years to build up the Bear and the Bull (dude, just refer to them as countries, I don't go around refering to Sweden and Denmark as the Köttbull and the Carlsberg), so - what exactly is his big plan? To just re-set everything with another 200 years? I hope he realizes that by then he won't be around to nuke them a 3rd time over...
And I don't get his logic at all... why this "punish everyone" attitude? Because of... suffering? What? Thank god the guy does not run a hospital or anything, he would go around just mercy-shooting everyone and their relatives, hell all of his staff would probably be up next because of some vague dark babble he would come up with on the spot
In fact, the whole premise made me think - what would drive someone to be THAT pretentious?
Like, what would drive me, to buy a lil casette recorder, and whisper into it, "The Meatball and the Beer, same story, old history, new roads walked, a sofa and a table, thought they were the same... not the same... no kött in the bull" then label them, and drop them here and there, lawns, back yards, trash cans, I will *simply assume* that only a fraction of my casettes will be found - BY WHOMEVER IS FOLLOWING ME! WALKING... MY ROAD
I would drop the casette tapes around, I would leave lame lil stencil-tags on walls, and I would find myself an epic dungeon - - - and wait.
The more patiently I wait, the more epic my wait, that's the math of it.
For a year, I will sit there, staring at the door.
For 2 years
For 3
Someone's bound to find my fucking casettes o_-
And after all that
AFTER ALL THAT
Some Swede finally kicks the door down "the jig is up mister! although I'm still completely blank about who you are, what you plan to do, why you plan to do it, and why exactly I've been following all your traces to this stupid little cabin"
"It's not stupid!" I'd reply, and then I would go into the vaguest of detail, and explain all of my vague ideas, leaving the Swede NONE the wiser, except he seems to grap a certain jist of me wanting to destroy Norway, Sweden... and Denmark, all three.
He tells me not to.
Cuz... nations can be created or destroyed - by a single person.
"Kinda like Gandhi, or something?" I say.
"Yeah, sure." he says.
"K." I go.
He wins
I prepared a final casette tape for him, in anticipation of someone coming along, and talking me out of my destructive plans. This tape lasts several agonizing minutes, and as before, leave him none the wiser, my pretentious expression resonnating in his mind, while he listens to my gibberish