Rawen's Musings

An insight into a random certified idiot :p on the Interwebs

Time for another slightly nostalgic gaming adventure from the woof. This time partly fuelled by EA’s act of open-sourcing some of the Command and Conquer titles. Yes, EA has some bright moments from time to time. That doesn’t mean I’ll forgive them for murdering Westwood >:3 With the micro-rant away, let’s dive into a game from the mentioned series which was my gateway into RTS and part of my childhood, Tiberian Sun.

I can’t really remember when I stumbled upon the demo of the game but for some reason it immediately stuck with me. I spent quite a lot of time in the demo just toying with it and eventually managed to get one of the campaigns, namely the GDI one (the good side in the story). Yes, I didn’t get it the “right way” but in 90’s this scene was a bit of a wild west in my country. It took months before I managed to get the second disc with the Brotherhood of Nod campaign. How much this game influenced my childhood? You’d have to ask my parents for that one :P Anyway, I spent a lot of time in game, playing it back and forth. I even got the Firestorm expansion later but only managed to properly play through that one now.

And I’m about to take you on this journey in multiple parts. I wasn’t challenging myself with high difficulty but I also tried playing every single mission, including optionals that I normal don’t play. I’ll split the story into four parts, one for each campaign, starting with GDI: Evolutionary Response.

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Sounds weird, doesn’t it. Or maybe it doesn’t sound weird at all and you’re completely familiar with the feeling. It’s the best way I could describe how I feel about the place I come from, live in and will probably expire unless a miracle happens. But it is what it is. Want to know more? Well, feel free to take a peek into this woof’s mind yet again.

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Because living in such world is depressing. Done, end of story. Did I scare you? Of course not. You’re probably aware what I’m going to poke at. In case you need a reminder, a certain, highly unpleasant and completely incompetent excuse for existence said something along the lines of “Empathy is humanity’s weakness”. Now, I urge you to resist turning your desk into a pile of splinters or punching a hole through the wall next to you. Instead, let’s dissect this usually male (no, not manly) thing of supressing or downright rejecting empathy or emotions in general.

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Whew, took me a while to get back into the writing. Been a bit creatively busy with my other artistic venue. Anyway, this post from Soatok got me inspired and while I already answered there, I think the idea deserves a bit more than a small reply. So, let’s dive in.

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Lately I’ve managed to catch up with some folks I haven’t talked to for quite some time. In some cases months or even more than a year. This experience reminded me a little bit of the time when there was quite a lot of people around, even if it was just in the virtual space. Over the years however, things happened and we’ve drifted apart. Letting go of the place that held us together also created a bit of an empty space. However, now the same folks are slowly showing up again. And I look back and see all the bridges which were built before; barely holding. Yes, there are some not-so-great individuals which I’m happy to have distance from but many were, one could say, caught in the crossfire. Which raises the question: Should the bridges be mended?

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While the mood from the con is slowly fading, taking me back to the everyday reality, the events of last week gave me an idea to talk about. A little personal one, hence the title. Because I kind of went out of my way with my con experience, especially when I look at my past self. And a thought occured to my mind: “What if I visited my younger self, showing them who I am now and who will they become? How surprised would my younger me be?” Curious? Well, let’s dive in.

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Yes, you probably get the idea what this one is going to be about. Those who are following me in my small social corner are very much aware of what I was doing in the past days. Long story short, after almost decade of just tip-toeing around, followed by the “COVID made me a furry” phase, slightly disillusioned yet reinvigorated later … I have, at last, scored my first ever furcon in my life. Namely the one and only Nordic FuzzCon, happening in Swedish coastal town of Malmö. So, what was it like? My dear reader … words alone cannot describe the experience. Even though I’ll add some accompanying images I managed to capture myself over the course of the con, won’t do it justice. So yeah, I’m here right now, doing this mildly futile writing exercise. And I’m doing it anyway because I can >:3

So, I invite you to join the ride and experience at least small glimpses of this interweb woof/foxxo/sheppy’s experience :3

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Yes, you’re reading right. It’s a rather timely addition to my posting regarding the clusterfuck of a world we’re experiencing now. And yet I won’t be shooting at the present parodies for leaders that have happened to somehow fail up to their posts they didn’t earn. Yes, I’m being cheeky there :p

That said, it’s mildly worrying being in online spaces and having the book referenced quite a bit (although the 1984 takes more prominence) and wonder how many people actually read it. Because I can’t help but think that a lot of people missed the message completely or relate to the parts that they probably shouldn’t. Confused? Well, let me try and shed some light on my thought process.

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And throwing a bone to the gullible masses doesn’t suddenly make you generous. A small conversation from a fellow writer Benny here, which then became a longer write-up, got me inspired. The post that started the writing parts of our brains was this response:


“Does anyone truly earn billions of dollars?” If someone claims so, a nice follow-up question would be: “At whose expense?” Sadly we can often figure out the disturbing answer.

“Can we even hope to rely on their altruism?” I'd dare to go as far as saying that being a billionaire and being altruistic are mutually exclusive. If you desire to hoard, you can't give honestly. More often than not altruistic people have barely anything (sometimes to their own detriment but that's a different story). The “generous” gestures of the wealthy are just that; a hollow gesture designed to gain some surface level sympathy and to “appease the masses”. See every single present populist.


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A topic I’ve already touched in one of my previous episodes of this irregular series (namely XII) when I was talking about growing. This time I’d like to look at the act of comparing ourselves to others from a different perspective. Instead of looking at it as something that stifles our personal growth we’ll take a look at how it threatens our feelings of self-worth. So, let’s try and regain our power.

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