We take so much time, so much effort to make these fucking sprites, and then, after a while, regardless of what people say, they start to get stolen, edited, recolored.
We try, and we try, and we try, but no matter how hard we try, we can't win.
We just slowly get better at this, untill we realize how trivial spriting is, and how much it doesn't matter.
Our inner children die, and we move on to accounting, or some burger joint, untill we get fired for raping the secretary, or acceidently burning someones hand with the grease.
We get kicked out of our homes, our lifes torn to shreads, we crawl on our knees fo a little while, hopeing that things will get better, as the seasons grow colder and our only set of clothes start to become ragged and musty.
Our beards and hair grows a dingy gray, and out eyes begin to fade.
We die, cold, alone, hungry, while our pixels go forgotten.
What is the point?
Someone tell me what the fucking point is!
We try, and we try, and we try, but no matter how hard we try, we can't win.
We just slowly get better at this, untill we realize how trivial spriting is, and how much it doesn't matter.
Our inner children die, and we move on to accounting, or some burger joint, untill we get fired for raping the secretary, or acceidently burning someones hand with the grease.
We get kicked out of our homes, our lifes torn to shreads, we crawl on our knees fo a little while, hopeing that things will get better, as the seasons grow colder and our only set of clothes start to become ragged and musty.
Our beards and hair grows a dingy gray, and out eyes begin to fade.
We die, cold, alone, hungry, while our pixels go forgotten.
What is the point?
Someone tell me what the fucking point is!
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