From the Dungeons of Morningstar, my name's Stretch,
and I'm Clint, and this is Prevailing Strange.
This installment of Prevailing Strange is what
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next week. Dude, a four -foot -long 3D -printed
T -Rex. Seven kilo. Hell yeah. Was it for sale?
No, he just painted it. Oh, no. He's getting
ready for paint. Sick. I need a bigger. Did I
tell you one of the next things I want to 3D
print? Apart from a life -size Iron Man, a life
-size T -Rex skull. Nice. Yeah. Or a Raptor skull.
Probably a Raptor skull because – A life -size
T -Rex would probably be as big as the room.
Close. These are like four and a half foot long
or something they are. Have you found models
for it? Here I have. Yeah, nice. It takes 20
kilos. But it's worth it. Yeah, why else did
you buy a printer? Exactly. Well, that's why
I got all that. I'm waiting for more sales to
come on. Because I've got, I think, 14 kilos
up there so far. Yeah, right. And me own man's
going to take 13. So it's just going to be a
life -size model, not actual wearable armour?
No, me wearable armour's at home. What? I've
got a life -size wearable armour at home. Do
you? Mm -hmm. What? In a box in the shed. Fucking
hell. I just got to paint it. Yeah, nice. Space
Jake made it for me. Yeah, sick. Along with me.
Stormbreaker. Yes, yes. I've got a life -size
Stormbreaker, everybody. Don't mean to brag.
Why not? Why else would you have it? Exactly
right. Look what I got, guys. Yeah, Stormbreaker.
So apart from betraying me and continuing to
build your shed, what else has been happening?
That's it. Yeah, just, oh, I'll tell you what's
fucking happened. So Steph's putting the kids
to bed the other night. I'm in the music room
editing. What the fuck's that sound? It sounds
like a fucking mouse in the roof. Oh, no. For
fuck's sake. So the manhole is in the music room.
It's in the walk -in. not walk in the built -in,
sorry, in the top. So I've built in kind of like
a big hinged door on them because when they had
done the built -ins, they just fucking gyprocked
straight to the roof. So the manhole was up in
there, but the top shelf in the cupboard was
this high. You would never fucking get in there.
Yeah, right. So I had to cut it out, build a
frame and whatever. Anyway, so that's where all
the Christmas shit goes. Nice. So I had to take
all the Christmas shit out. God damn it. which
will be all right because Christmas is around
the corner. But we're moving the two front rooms
out because we've got to get the ceilings redone,
so it needs to go back to make space for other
shit. So pain in the dick. Get all this stuff
down. The kids are trying to sleep. I'm fucking
getting ladders out and getting into the roof.
No mean feat when you're seven feet tall. Yeah.
This top shelf, I've made sure it's steady enough
to fucking hold me to stand on it to get up into
the roof. So I'm sitting there bracing myself.
I've got a welder's glove on and a fucking torch.
For a mouse. Or a rat. I don't know what it was,
but if it was coming for me, I was going to grab
it. I was going to pop it like a fucking cantaloupe.
Pop it like a tarp. Yeah. So I fucking, bam,
up in the roof, torch around, looking right above
where I was, what I heard. I don't see any rats.
I don't see any mice. I don't see any excrement
from such creatures. All I see in my roof is
a shit ton of chip wrappers, muesli bar wrappers,
cigarette butts, and fucking old tech screws
from when they did my roof. You're fucking joking.
These fucking cunts. Man, it's trashed in there.
I've got to get up there and clean it out. Are
you fucking kidding me? No, no. So Steph had
chipped him about throwing the cigarette butts
in the yard? Yeah, no worries. They put them
in the fucking roof. So I didn't take a picture
that night because I was going to bed. But I'm
going back up there to Clint. I'll take a picture
and show you. That's fucking woeful, man. It's
like when we build sheds on the weekend, we're
not professionals. We don't do this as a day
job. We do it as a weekend kind of hobby thing,
get to hang out with friends and make some extra
coin. Every day we pack up at the end of the
day. We pick up loose screws. We pick up off
cuts of tin. We pick up, because people have
kids that run around the backyard with their
shoes on and shit like that. And you picked up
a whole heap of fucking screws that were laying
around my house. Screws and pop rivets the other
day, man. Fucking heaps of them. A handful of
them. Yeah. And I've picked up off cuts of tin,
just slithers, like they've taken little bits
off. They're curled up and just sitting in the
grass in the backyard. But my kids like to run
around in those shoes on because they're fucking
kids and they won't listen to their parents.
Yeah, no, that's fucked up, dude. That's so fucked
up. Yeah. So while I'm looking at all this in
disbelief, I'm standing there for like 10, 15
minutes. Mouse runs over botch on the deck. Waiting
for something to move, anything to move, nothing
moves until a big old cockroach comes out of
one of the chip packets. That's what I could
hear was not rattling around. Rattling around.
In the packet. Yeah, I'm like, you fucking dirty
fuck. I'll get you later. At least I can sleep
if I hear it. Oh, you. If I hear it when I'm
trying to get to sleep, I know what it is. I
don't care. If it was a rat, I'd be up there
fucking chasing the cunt around the roof. Yeah.
Fucking, what the fuck, man? But these blokes,
they were young blokes, fucking maybe 20, something
like that. Just, ah. Dude, that's fucked up,
man. And, like, the amount of guys that I got
around to quote the roof. And they looked at
the pitch of the roof and they're like, oh, fuck,
that's steep. They must just be used to doing
like brand new builds and shit like that. There
just must be no fucking care for this shit. The
amount of houses that go up. Have you got a lot
of space up in your roof, do you? Like right
in the pitch, I could stand up. Holy shit. Yeah.
Steph's been joking about me building a space
up there for her. There's a bit of room up there,
yeah. Why don't you? I mean, I might. I don't
know. I wouldn't even need to get a passport
council. No, wouldn't have to. But she's like,
put one of those cool kind of windows that kind
of like in the brand new roof that we've just.
Yeah. Okay, I'll just get up there and cut the
brand new tin up and hopefully don't fuck anything
up. Fuck yeah, dude. There'd be a bit of support
I'd need to put up in the roof to fucking do
that. Yeah. When I put the lights in the walk
-in in my bedroom, all the fucking cornices cracked
from where I'd walked over there on the fucking
bearers and joists if I can get there and do
it, just because I'm a fucking 130 kilo in a
roof that's not designed to have people walking
around in it. No, but that's the thing. I don't
know how you could do that to someone else's
house. They probably just thought. Oh, these
cunts will never go in their roof. Even though
we talked to them about the fact that, oh, we're
getting this done and then we're pulling the
ceilings out of two of the rooms. Yeah. Dog shit.
Dog suckers. I sold Beth a fucking Rachel sets
of wheels as she had last night and the night
before. They just popped up, bang, bang, come
and picked them up and shit. Sick. On the way
down to... Get my massage yesterday. I've seen
what looked like one of the wheels that I sold
just on the side of the road. I'm like, hang
on a minute. So I pulled over and I look. I swear
to God, dude, it's one of the wheels that I sold.
Just sitting on the side of the road. Yeah. So
it must have bounced out of old mate's trailer.
I've messaged him. I'm like, dude, have you got
all the wheels? And he hasn't replied back yet.
I didn't grab it. I'm like, someone might come
back for it. I'm not going to take it or anything.
I'm just like, I met someone and he goes, man,
just so you know, one of them wheels is on the
side of the road, dude, just near John Renshaw.
But it wasn't like it had been taken out and
dropped. It was like implanted into the side
of the hill there that goes up on the side of
the hill. It was like implanted into it. Wow.
So it looks like it's bounced out at speed and
just. But hopefully it didn't hit a car. Well,
it wouldn't have hit a car because there would
have been a report. Yeah, I was like, fucking
what the deuce, man. Well. Man, marketplace and
all that shit, it's a different world. It's fucking
wild, dude. Like I heard Blake mess me. He's
like, hey, man, I want to see if I can buy you
Jimny wheels. I'm like, yeah, mate, no worries.
He goes, oh, sweet as. I'll be there in about
two and a half hours. I'm like. Fucking what
the fuck? They're just factory Jimny wheels.
Where are you coming from? He's like, oh, I'm
coming down from New Wollongong, mate. There's
nothing down here. Yeah, right. Drove all the
way down here. And when he got there, I'm like,
dude, nice trailer. And he goes, oh, thanks,
man. I just picked it up. And I'm like, when?
He goes, just now at Nareland. I'm like, righto.
And he goes, yeah, pick me car up there too.
And I'm like, you're just out shopping for the
day, mate. And he goes, yeah, yeah, yeah. Just
thought I'd do the whole trip down, brought a
new car on the way, picked up the trailer. It
was just like. Fucking auto. Fucking auto. But
he had a brand new fucking patrol and shit, and
he's just living his best life, I guess. Crazy.
But he just bought a fucking fat as fuck Sierra.
Yeah. And, yeah, it was all jacked up and shit,
so I think he's putting the Jimmy Oils on it.
That's it for these reads. Again, he had talked
about Marketplace. So Nick was selling his lounge.
They wanted to get a new lounge. So he put it
on Marketplace, not even selling it. Up there
for free and just the amount of fucking around,
people fucking messaging him. Will you deliver?
Yeah, you've got one woman wanting to deliver,
fucking, no, I can't deliver it. I'm going to
try and organise somebody to pick it up. Anyway,
another person's messaging and said, oh, will
you deliver for $100? And he's like, I've already
kind of said yes to this person, but for $100
and it gets it out of you soon. He's like, yeah,
okay. Told old love that it's for fucking sale.
It's gone. Anyway, so they've pulled out. So
he's stuck with the lounge and no money. Oh,
shit. He's like, oh, for fuck's sake, they've
fucked me over. So he's left the listing up there.
Anyway, this other woman's messaged him. Said,
oh, is this available? And he's like, yeah. And
she fucking tore strips off him. Fucking wouldn't
be if you didn't fuck me sister around and fucking
rah, rah, rah. And she'd spend all day trying
to organize something to come pick it up. And
he said, you just got the strips torn off him.
He's like, fuck it, it's gone to the tip. So
he took it. He went, ah, yeah, fuck it. Took
it to the tip. Took it to the tip. And the next
day his missus messaged him. This is our fucking
lounge. 500 bucks on Marketplace. Somebody's
picked it up. Fucking stop it. It's still got
the baby form of stains on it and the fucking
middle section that wasn't on it because of the
house, it wouldn't have fit in the house they
were in. So it was sitting at the front and it
kind of was sun -stained. Yeah. It was fucking,
yeah, it was down to a T, was it? Fucking somebody's
trying to sell it. Fucking motherfuckers. And
they're going back through this person's profile.
It's just lounges, lounges, lounges, lounges.
All in the same room. Like nobody has that many
lounges. No. He's obviously got a racket at the
fucking tip. Yeah. Here you go. I've just had
a new lounge come in. L -shaped. They're like,
they didn't even fucking clean it. It's still
got the fucking formula stains on it. Dude, that
was like, well, when I'd done the conversion
on the Ranger and had all the front end off it
and shit, and I put it on my marketplace, I got
like three messages. And one of them was like,
hey, do you have one in grey? And I'm like, no.
And then the other one was, will this fit a BT
-50? And I'm like, I don't fucking know. And
then there was another stupid one like, would
you deliver? And I'm like, no. And then I took
the listings down and just threw it to the dip.
I never put anything for free. on there because
it's just a fucking magnet for fuckwits. Like
you put $100 on it and if you're going to give
it away for free, you say, oh, $150 and you let
them talk you down $50 and you get $100. Hell
yeah. And most of the time they come and pick
it up. It's like whenever you put something out
in front of your house, never put free on it.
Put $100. Yeah. Bet you somebody steals it straight
away. Happens all the time. Like there was a
lounge, mum and dad put a fucking lounge chair
at the front of their house ages ago, free on
it for ages. And they're like, it's not moving.
I said, give me a minute. I changed the sign.
I put a hundred bucks on it and it was gone within
the day. In the time that I was still at mum
and dad's. Went out the front, gone. Fuck off.
Oh, just the fucking thrill of the hunt. Fucking
dogs. Dad didn't want this, but I need him to
fix. I'm going to steal some, bro. I don't have
a house, but I need that lounge. Fuck off. Jesus.
You reckon we could steal that? I reckon we could
steal that. Pivot! Pivot! What are we going to
do with it? I don't know. We'll just chuck it
in the bush. It'll be gone. We'll go build a
shack. Dude, I miss building shacks, eh? Yeah,
I remember we had this idea of digging one into
the ground and putting a tarp over the top of
it. When I lived at Weston, we had a barbecue
back when I had a family that all spoke to each
other, and we had a big barbecue. And across
the road, I lived on Government Road, straight
across the road it was just bush. But it was
the sand that was really powdery, the dirt that
was real powdery. Remember that shit? You'd cut
into it like a chalk. And we sort of, me Uncle
Fuzz, me Uncle Melvin, Uncle Mark, all just dug
this big thing and dug it out, dug a fireplace
into the wall and shit. chairs along the side,
and then we just put, like, trees and branches
all over the top. It was one of the best shacks
I've ever had. Went back there the next day,
someone bombed it. Ducks. Yeah, we spent a whole
weekend just digging this thing out, and then
it was within, like, if you went up on this ridge,
you could see a particular training facility
that's out the back of where we live, where the
tank was. You didn't know there was a tank out
there? No. Yeah, anyway. So they had like old
trains and stuff in the lot as well or buses
or something, whatever. Yeah, right. But we got
in there and we're like, because they're like,
those tarps are good. We need a tarp for our
fucking. So we stole a tarp that was the full
length of a train. What? It was fucking massive,
man. It was massive. And yeah, we spent all weekend,
dug this thing in, got this fucking tarp, put
it out there, fucking. Didn't get the tarp set
up because it was right at the end of the day.
It was going on dark, so we were like, we'll
come back. The tarp's there, whatever. Never
went back out of there. Never went back out of
there. But, yeah, man, this tarp would have been
worth a bit. Devin, piece of shit. Well, that
was like fucking Fiji. Me and Fiji, man, we got
up to so much mischief when we were younger.
We spray -painted a horse. Spray -painted a horse.
Yeah. Dead. We were like 14, 15 or something.
Like how much are we talking? Not a whole lot.
No, no. A couple of stripes? No, no, no. I think
we wrote for sale, 100 bucks. Just kidding. See,
I don't want to connect to the jokes, Jeremy.
Just saying. Remind me about Clinton spray paint
in a minute. Did you ever join in on the rock
fights out at fucking the train line? I've been
in rock fights, yeah. Yeah, down near the escape,
near the quarter pipe. Yeah, in the kind of where
it was a little bit swampy or marshy. And the
train thing was still there. It was a stupid
idea, Jeremy. People would take the tower. Coal
rocks, mate. They hurt. Out there running around
with the old fucking headmaster helmet on. Yeah,
and you had your fucking elbow pads on and shit,
not because you're worried about falling off
your bike. You just didn't want to get hit by
a rock. Dude, that reminds me, right? Where we
lived on Rawson Street, straight across the road,
was Azza O'Donnell's house. Me, Matt Gallagher.
Oh, I think it might have been somebody else
as well. But we're over there and me sister,
Erin O'Donnell, and one of her friends was over
the road and they were talking. And, like, me
and Gags are sort of, me and Matt Gallagher are
juggling rocks and just being dickheads. And
then they're all, oh, but you couldn't hit us.
And I've had a shot and I missed by a country
mile. And they're all like, and Gallagher's like,
I wouldn't. And they're like, oh, you couldn't
hit us from there. He's gone. And smacked Chantel's
friend square in the middle of the forehead and
split up from across the road. And he goes, I
warned her. This kid had a cannon, man. He would
peg a mandarin like 100 meters on the fly. This
thing, he had a cannon for an arm. And he was
accurate as shit. Like he had a bluebird out
in his paddock out at Kersley. The bluebird.
The fucking mighty bluebird. It was our rally
car, but it never ran. My first car was a Bluebird.
It was a rally car. Fuck yeah. Anyway, so we
had the mandarin tree at the back of his house
and then over the back of the paddock it was
like an acre or two away. And he dead set. No,
because the paddock was an acre, so it was probably
about halfway. It was a fair way away. Anyway.
For a kid, yeah. Yeah, we were 16, 17 years old.
Picked this green lemon off this tree, man. It
was probably the size of a cue ball. And he's
just going. He's going. In through the window
of this bluebird. Nice. And I'm like, what the
fuck? He was just talented. Fuck yeah. But he
smoked cigarettes, so he smelt. As a reminder,
kids, don't smoke. Don't smoke. Cigarettes. Yeah.
Come on, mate. You smoke God's green. Yeah, the
whole Clint spray paint thing. Have you heard
about the mattress debacle that's going on on
the link road? The what? The mattress debacle.
Oh, fuck off. I got tagged in that so many times.
You would have. So only the latest one or all
three of them? Mm -mm. So this has been going
on for like maybe a year, six months, something
like that. So the first mattress, I kind of had
the feeling that the mattress had just been dumped
and then somebody's written something on it for
a laugh. because it all seems a bit set up anyway
the first one was um fuck you clint your dog
you can sleep here like okay that's pretty and
we got tagged in everything like oh fuck clint
what'd you do so then a little while later there's
another one that's um fuck you clint i wasted
the best years of my life on you and it's all
it's all been blue spray paint yeah and it's
like This is some kind of Howzo fucking shit
going on. But what Howzo bitch has that many
fucking mattresses to give away, let alone drag
one there herself? Anyway, so the latest one,
it's still up at the moment, it was still there
this afternoon, was I'm sorry, Clint, come back,
the kids miss you. He says love isn't dead. That's
the best. Yeah, so it's got to be six months.
It has to be put on. It's got to be put on. Somebody's
obviously just picking them up. This is one of
the best pranks ever. It's fucking funny, man.
And the fact that it's been up there for like
nearly a week and a half and hasn't been cleaned
up yet. No council's taken away. I'm just ringing
this son of a bloke that's just got all these
shitty mattresses. He uses a mattress disposal
company and he goes around and discharges people
$100 to dispose their mattress and then just
puts them on the side of the road and does. Fucking
artwork with it. Art installations. Fucking house
of fights. Disputes. TheRealmOfClint .com. But
fuck me dead, man. That's hilarious. But, yeah,
yous all tagged me in it. Stop being funny. Yeah,
that's fair enough. No, it didn't. It was still
pretty hilarious. It's funny. Like, I remember
seeing the first one. Yeah, whatever. Yeah, that's
weird. And the second one, I'm like, another
one? And it was like, it had to be like a fortnight
later. And this one's six months later. It's
come up again. I'm like, fuck, I forgot about
that. That's funny as fuck. I really want to
know who this real Clint is, though. Is there
even a Clint? Like, I reckon it's probably, or
it's fucking somebody who's like, oh, there's
a mattress there. I'm going to paint something
on there. I'm going to paint my mate's name on
it and just fucking have a laugh. And it's just
evolved into something. It'd be even better if
they put a fucking last name up there. Just docks
the fuck out of Clint. Yeah, pretty funny. Phone
number. Security number. We don't have security
number. No, we don't. What is that? Tax file
number, yeah. I believe so. Fuck, it's still
TFN, you dog. Anyone can look up my TFN. Can
you? Yeah. Good morning, sir. TFN. There it is
right there. Yeah, right. I didn't know you could
do that. You can look up ABN as well. Okay. Is
it because you got it against the business? No.
Okay. I can look up your TFF. Maybe then we'll
both know. I mean, I've probably got it written
down somewhere. I know mine starts with a 361.
Do you remember your license number? Oh, yeah.
Yeah. I know mine off by heart. Jesus, try to
get me there. No, no, no. I don't want you to
touch it. Jesus Christ. It's just like, how do
you know that? I'm like, oh. I don't know. I
guess I've had to read it out a few times in
the past. My phone number from when I lived at
Western when I was in year three, 361057. That
was before it was four nights. And then when
we moved to Aberdare, it was 49902529. There
you go. My first ever mobile phone number was
0410320350. I've still got my first mobile phone
number. Really? Yeah, it's the same one. Holy
shit. I won't say my mum and dad's phone number.
I don't think they have a house phone number
anymore. But it was one digit different from
Aberdeen Takeaway, the amount of times that we
took orders. Really? Yeah, they would have got
up there and there would have been no order from
the poor country. 901 555? Nope. What was it?
49912374, I think, is Aberdeen Takeaway. 374.
That sounds more. Yeah, and it's funny because
Steph's an old man. His house number is one digit
different to Cessnock Taxi's. Yeah, right. He
used to do the same thing. Yeah, no worries,
man. I can't figure it out. Probably was me.
Aniradio cabs. Fucking Aniradio cabs, my arse.
He's never show up. Ever. I reckon I could order
an Uber from Sydney to get there before Aniradio
cabs. Man, I can't remember the last time I used
a cab. Oh, I use them sometimes. But now I'm
just like, fuck it. Yeah. Yeah. I don't know.
Let's fucking talk about this road out the front,
shall we? I saw they were working today. Yeah,
only to finish it off so that it's livable. Yeah,
right. And then they're done. They're done. Yeah,
so it's a federal thing and they've kind of started
on it and then they've got. Not even halfway
through and said, oh, you need to bail us out,
council. Council's like, it wasn't our fucking
idea. Yep. We just fucking let it through. Yeah.
What the fuck? So they can have this sort of
fucking kerfuffle and fuckery out the front,
but our mate can't subdivide his 100 acres. Go
fucking figure that one out, would you? Yeah.
They can allow this to happen, but. Yeah, Cessnock
City Council needs their fucking head read for
allowing this to happen. Yeah. Like, I hope they
fucking redo the entire road because then fucking
- They've destroyed it, bro. Inside lane where
everyone's having to fucking run the gutter is
fucked. Oh, it's fucked. Yeah. They nearly swallowed
Rachel's chimney the other day. Man, I had to
drive on it yesterday on the fucking canter truck
and fucking nearly broke me back because - Fucking
bet. The last person that fucking drove it had
turned the fucking knob all the way down on the
fucking suspension seat. Yeah, it was like fucking
real soft, and I just fucking hit this pothole.
I went, oh, never mind lifting these fucking
doors. That was going to do me back in. Right
in the bifida. Yeah. Fucking hell. I think we
should watch that short and be done with it.
Oi! I forgot we had the short. Let's go with
the short. Relentless. Wasteful. To our image.
How can something of our own creation grow so
vast it escapes our own comprehension? Our own
control? Oh, sick. It's just ceaseless, you know.
It keeps going, and there's no way you can turn
it off. It consumes everything. You just happen
to be in the middle of it. The damn factories
have a mind of their own. They're constantly
producing these enormous flying diggers and warships,
and they're taking over everything. The land,
the sea, the sky. Executives back home, they
just keep feeding us lies. The machines never
stop. So we're stuck here in the middle of it
all, and they want us to keep working like this.
It's bullshit. The Continental Alliance say they
still need us, but shit, man. These factories,
they don't stop, and they don't care. All you
see are these diggers everywhere. They just keep
coming and coming. With a gravity slightly gentler
than planet Earth. And a terrain rich in metals
and liquid hydrocarbons, Solstice 5 was the perfect
candidate for the Continental Alliance to establish
as one of their main large -scale manufacturing
complexes. Unconcerned by its ecosystem and motivated
by an unquenchable thirst to control the environment,
Colossal, entirely autonomous plants were raised
from the ground. Mothers to mammoth machines
built to crush, drill, and annihilate. The rich
earth of Solstice 5 was shattered. Its landscapes
disfigured and scarred. Its riches harvested,
gathered, and transformed. Landscapes that took
millions of years to form were wiped out in a
single stroke. And their resources... Allocated
for one single purpose. Endless production. I've
seen how the warships get built. It's like watching
some kind of giant layered manufacturing machine.
Sometimes you look away for just a second. Next
thing you know, there's a brand new cruiser floating
above your head. Five, six a day. It's crazy,
man. Just never stops. Ultimately, this seemingly
unbreakable monolith that was the Continental
Alliance collapsed under its own weight, revealing
its frail and cracked foundation. The automated
factories were left untouched and running, while
the workers were left in the dark. Indeed, the
extensive reach of the Continental Alliance,
spanning far and wide, made it simply unfeasible
to pull the plug on such a complex system. The
factories are perfect and stable, just as they've
always been. He created them to perform specific
sets of tasks, which they perform perfectly.
This is one of the biggest achievements of mankind,
and it is thanks to the Continental Alliance.
They don't tell us anything anymore. The factories
are still producing for no reason like they have
for so many years. And the truth is, nobody can
actually stop that from happening. It's the end
of the alliance, they say. So what? Alliance?
Not the alliance? Doesn't even matter anymore.
It's like the world doesn't even know this is
happening. And we're so far from home. Symbols
of our inordinate desire to reach permanency
in a transitional world, too complex to be shut
down and easier to ignore. The factories were
left untouched, perfectly fulfilling their purpose
of giving birth to never -ending seas of purposeless
machines. Yeah, the aircraft carrier fields cover
most of the land now. So sometimes when we arrive,
we can't even bring out our excavators because
every square inch of land is covered by ships.
It's crazy, man. So, you know, we just turn around
and we go back home. It's a shit ton of wasted
fuel, man. And once the smoke cleared, the factories
just carried on, unaffected. There were no casualties.
Only empty factories and cruisers were targeted.
We would never jeopardize the safety of our workers.
We thought we were part of something important,
you know? We came all the way here chasing promises
of a better future. But instead of witnessing
its birth, we found ourselves entwined in its
demise. In between worlds, in between times.
It's tragic to realize that the only thing that
matches the enormity of this situation is its
failure. You don't fucking... testimony to our
resilient nature in the face of adversity. Should
we not stand proud? Should we not? That was fucking
unreal. Yeah. That is another Solstice 5 -1.
another short by the same person and apparently
I came across this because they're making another
one at the moment yeah very very cool very cool
concept I think that there is that's got to be
some of the best VFX work I've seen in a long
time, dude. God, that looks good. Like, them
ships look tangible. Fucking hell. Like, the
fucking rust. The rust on it's cool effect, yeah.
And like, the machines, I like those fucking,
those machines, the round ones that, like, what
the fuck, that's a weird design, what's that
for? And then you see them coring the earth.
I'm like, okay, that's cool. And then there's
the... Little tugboats. That were tugboats. Yeah.
That was fucking cool. Yeah, just. Everything
sort of had its purpose. Yeah. And its meaning.
Yeah. I really, dude, that was a fucking great
show, dude. Yeah. Well done. Holy shit. Hell
yeah. Solstice 5. Mm -hmm. Well, that'll be in
my history, so I'll be re -watching that. Mm
-hmm. Holy shit. Are we going to watch more next
week of Solstice? Might watch the next one. Right.
Well, I won't watch any more then. Yeah. All
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