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Mario hits it with the sounds of bodies hitting plexiglass. My horses hit it without a sound. They want to escape it. And I am trying to drive this dune buggy off this cliff, but the clipping is strong here. In Pac-Man, the tunnels were circular. I don’t know if people realized that they were trapped in a sphere. In Asteroids when you get to the edge of the universe, you begin again. And that Snake. His body could stretch all over his world looping, but he could never eat his tail. If all your electrons were in the right place, and all the wall’s electrons were in the right place. You could feasibly walk through the wall. What would you do while in the wall? Think. Fear. The superposition could rip your body into ragdoll parts. When I turned clipping off, I expected the freedom to walk through the wall and suddenly the floor fell out from under me. Every time I respawn I feel like my inventory is heavier, and my flamethrower burns colder.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
The wall at the end of all videogames
Mario hits it with the sounds of bodies hitting plexiglass. My horses hit it without a sound. They want to escape it. And I am trying to drive this dune buggy off this cliff, but the clipping is strong here. In Pac-Man, the tunnels were circular. I don’t know if people realized that they were trapped in a sphere. In Asteroids when you get to the edge of the universe, you begin again. And that Snake. His body could stretch all over his world looping, but he could never eat his tail. If all your electrons were in the right place, and all the wall’s electrons were in the right place. You could feasibly walk through the wall. What would you do while in the wall? Think. Fear. The superposition could rip your body into ragdoll parts. When I turned clipping off, I expected the freedom to walk through the wall and suddenly the floor fell out from under me. Every time I respawn I feel like my inventory is heavier, and my flamethrower burns colder.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
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