sweasel.com

To be clear – and I only figured this out reading reviews – the object of the game is to make smelly socks to sell online to perverts. Then you take that money and buy more socks. So it’s really about entrepreneurship.

Pff! Yeah, right!

Meanwhile…

3.14.2022 : It’s π Day !!!!!!

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I stopped being surprised at computer games when Sierra came out with Leisure Suit Larry in the Land of the Lounge Lizards. IIRC that was 1987 or 88.

Rule 34 – If it exists, there is porn of it.

Right. Stop the planet, I want to get off. Anywhere will do. I’m sure someone will be along shortly and I’ll just hitch a ride to…somewhere, anywhere else.

Well, at least it’s not one of her selling underwear she’s worn or water she’s bathed in.

Or a sealed jar of her farts.

Wow….I just realized the internet will be our doom, because that’s the only way this insanity is effectively spread.

Young me: “I wonder what will we do for entertainment in the future”

The future: “LOL try and guess”

Sitting here over coffee this morning I overcame my initial horror and returned here, properly gas masked…with eye ports taped almost completely over so that I could not see too too much of humanity (🎶Doctor, my eyes…🎶) and tried to imagine how such a thing as this game came to be.

At first I was fairly certain that this had to be a ‘labor of love’, albeit a dirty, funky, pretty damn strange labor of love. But: I don’t believe that programming has reached the point where a lone weirdo (I thought of him wearing a face mask like the Lone Ranger™️ and people always saying as he departed carrying a bag full of, of, never-you-mind-what’s-in-that-bag-you’re-too-young, “Who was THAT Weirdo? So, rambling right back to the point: it takes a village hospital-ward-full prison-cell-block-full Company to script, draw, animate, sound-track, and package, and sell this uh, product.

So all that led me to consider the economics. At first you say to me, “Jeeezus, you dumb Vegetable, the percent of the population with a fetish like this can’t be more than one-half-of-one-percent. That’ll never work.” First you would need a gigantic population and then you would need a way to let that termite-tribe know about it, and subsequently purchase it- a good trick if you are trying to convince buyers for Video Game Stores to stock it.

But: here we reach the confluence of two prominent factors of the twenty-first Century: China with its billion people, and the internet, which allows a platform like Steam to reach that billion people, and indeed, another billion comprising Europe, the UK, and the Americas). Suddenly that one-half-of-one-percent is a million potential customers, who can buy this stinker (sorry) from the privacy of their bedrooms and mom will never know. Even if you only got twenty-five percent of that million, I am sure you could turn a tidy profit.

So what were once niches are now big markets, and it’s only a matter of time until your personal fetish is available in video-game-form.

Mine is… HA! You ALMOST got me to tell, but just never you mind…

Who was that masked man!?

Oh, that’s Doc Fauci, he has some kind of laboratory (pronounced la-bor-a-tory by folks in these here parts) over the stables.
When he ain’t drunk or tending to some prospector’s lame mule he’s generally locked up in there with Wang Chi, the feller from the Wuhan Chinee laundry over on the edge of town.

Actually, Some Veg, there are all sorts of game programming tools out there that automate huge parts of the process. Further, you can buy assets like 3D models. I strongly suspect this *is* the work of a lone fetishist.

What I don’t understand is : why can’t those who want the smelly socks just buy the game and make their own socks? Where is the potential market for the socks?
[BTW, Stoaty, I’ve reached November 2008 in the reread… And it is all fascinating…]