Tuesday, February 10, 2009

IM Conversation #3

Concerning Dead Space....

1:24:50 PM Tai: I don't like the idea of a remotely manipulated sawblade.
1:25:17 PM Tai: I mean, c'mon. It's not like the Ishimura is a giant fucking woodshop churning out side cabinets.
1:26:21 PM mike d: "my dad used to have me chop wood. we didnt even have a fireplace."
1:28:22 PM mike d: maybe that's why you see so many sawblades lying around
1:28:36 PM Tai: "there wasn't much where we lived. No birds, no rabbits. Lots of trees though. When I complained about this he'd simply rustle his splinter-laden hands through my sawdusty hair and say 'shut up now, son, and eat your wood'."
1:31:23 PM mike d: "im gonna be someone important, dad! im gonna get outta this life and be a part of something greater than this goddamn woody community. maybe i'll even join a planet-cracker ship. like the ishimura!"
1:34:23 PM Tai: "Now look here son, this might not be much of a life, but this is an honest life, a woody life. I don't want you running off to go mess with no rocks, you're a wood-boy, nailed and boarded. Heavens, what would you do in space? Where would you find sawblades?"

"There'll be sawblades in space!"

"Don't be stupid son, what would rock-miner-folk be doing with sawblades?"

"...CUTTING ROCKS!"

"Don't be silly now, no damn space-idiot would use a sawblade to cut a rock. Now sit down and finish your wood."

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