HTBRFWACS and pikmin.

What a concise and non-foreboding acronym.   Well, actually it stands for, "how to blog really fast without actually creating shit.   At least creatively, I suppose this is a form of arms against deadlines.   I hate deadlines, they're usually lively occasions, those 'night before OH FUCK moments'  but now this really fun new past time of mine seems like a bunch of annoying work.  Especially since this is going to have to get nice again, but not right meow.  

Anywho, lets talk about something fun.  Did you ever play pikmin as a kid? Fun little game where you arrive on a strange planet with a broken spaceman ship, forced to repair it with the 'help' of locals.   Because you fucking enslave them.  It's wonderful how veiled in childish delight the game actually is, but much like Lemmings, the game is inherently about this:

1. You land derelict on this strange planet. 

2.  You encounter new fauna of unknown intellect. 

3. Upon interacting with the creatures, you decide that you are congenitally smarter than these creatures can possibly comprehend.

4. You enslave their whole species.  Trodding over their lifeless broken fruit sized bodies in an effort to further your goal of....getting the fuck off of the island. 

That's the fucked up part, Olimar never strays from his goal of getting the fuck up out of there, which makes the pikmin nothing more than tools in his strange, beady little eyes.  

Basically I think of Olimar as the anthropological explanation for why, if there are any pikmin left, they are very distrustful of anything that's not a pikmin.  

I mean, I haven't really played it yet, but I know in the second game you return to the planet and brutally exploit them right down into their genetic memory.  To them, the game could have been called, "Return of the Tyrant".