Comment on Skyrim teaches a Lemmy user about fascist propaganda
conditional_soup@lemm.ee 1 month ago
I think the last time I played Skyrim, I walked up to Ulfric and shouted him to death. Rest in pieces, motherfucker. Then I turned it off and went on a years long Stardew alley binge.
milicent_bystandr@lemm.ee 1 month ago
On year seven, after Mayor Lewis sold out to Joja despite your best efforts to restore the community house, you challenge him to a battle of Junimo-singing and frighten him all the way off to exile on Ginger Island. Half the town side with you, but the governor rolls in (in his Joja-branded limo) and rules with an iron fist, bringing in cheap labour fleeing the Gotoro Empire, and torturing those who try to resist.
“Stardew belongs to the valley-folk!” you cry from your farm, now fortified and suffering the bitter winter month.
“M’lord Farmer Sir,” says Vincent, now grown up and serving as your errand boy. “News came of a trader caught trying to enter from the Calico Desert. The Gov’s forces were going to execute him-” (would that be poor Robin with her famous axe?) “-but he was saved by the ominous arrival of a green jelly!”
For a moment your hopes rise: are the prophecies coming true, that you found inexplicably written in a note in your farmyard tree last year? Will this mysterious interloper perhaps give you victory and free Stardew Valley from the clutches of the evil governor and his swarms of cheap immigrant labour? … From the dirty, rude, immigrants … From the immigrants…
You slump forward in your hands downcast, at last facing the terrible realisation: that you have, in fact, become the very evil you once swore to destroy.