The Phantom Thieves have a message for @PlayStation CEO Hideaki Nishino :
To Hideaki Nishino,
President & CEO, Sony Interactive Entertainment
You seek to steal the freedom of choice from players by pushing a future where games exist only in the digital world.
You believe ownership is unnecessary, and that memories can be locked behind licenses and servers.
That distortion will not go unchallenged.
We will steal the Treasure that fuels your greed and return the power of choice to the players.
Prepare yourself.
We are coming.
From,
The Phantom Thieves of Hearts
@BlueWolfAngel28 Purely out of curiosity, do you have licensing for the merch? I hate when small creators get shit on for making something that should be protected under creative use and parody things.
ICE agents chased out of Starbucks—citizens yell "We want coffee with no ice!"
"ICE agents separate families," people shout.
"You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"You should not be comfortable going anywhere—you should not be able to sleep at night."
Agents slink back to car where other agents wait for them—empty handed.
Crowd follows them the whole way yelling:
"Shame! Shame! Shame!"
Incident occurred at a Starbucks location in Mt. Laurel, New Jersey.
ICE Out of NJ doesn't have an account on this platform—so posting first full length and credited video here to help raise awareness.
In America they told me the football game starts at 1 PM.
I arrived at 1 PM.
I was five hours late.
The parking lot was already a city.
A man had built a living room beside his truck. Not metaphorically. He had a couch. A television. A chandelier powered by a generator the size of a small horse.
He was grilling enough meat to feed a village, and when I walked past he said, "You hungry?"
I said I had not been invited.
He looked at me the way you look at someone who has apologized for breathing.
"Brother," he said. "You're here. That's the invitation."
He handed me a plate. It was not a small plate. The brisket hung over the edges like a man sleeping in a bed he has outgrown.
I ate it standing beside a stranger's couch in a parking lot in October, and it was among the finest meals of my life.
A woman across the row had a tent, a smoker, a speaker system, and a flag so large it could have sheltered a family of five beneath it.
She had been here since 6 AM.
The game had not started.
The game, I began to realize, was not the point.
I asked the man what time he would go inside the stadium.
He said, "Depends."
I asked on what.
He said, "On whether the ribs are done."
I want to be clear. He had a ticket. He had driven four hours. He had assembled a small civilization from the back of a pickup truck.
And he was considering not going to the game.
Because the ribs were not ready.
In Japan we tailgate nothing. We do not build living rooms in parking lots. We do not grill for strangers.
We sit quietly on trains and think about whether we remembered to bow at the right angle.
I have since attended eleven tailgates.
I have never once cared who won the game.
Nobody has.
The game is inside the stadium.
America is in the parking lot.
My wife and I got into it last night about the grocery bill.
I pulled up an old Target order from February 2020.
28 items. $64.50.
Added every single one back to the cart just to see.
$158.30.
Same 28 items. Same store. Same cart.
$93.80 more.
In five years.
We didn’t buy more.
Didn’t upgrade anything.
Didn’t add a single extra item.
Just needed the same things we always needed.
They told us inflation was transitory. They told us it was under control. They told us the economy was strong.
Our cart didn’t get any of those memos.
145% increase in five years.
Not one member of Congress has looked at a grocery receipt in decades.
And it shows.
Nell is just one of 12 new companions you'll be able to meet on your adventures in Cassette Beasts 2002. Yep, we said TWELVE!
You'll meet more of them soon, promise 🙏
Since Flock loves to track our locations, it only seems fair that we know theirs.
Flock Safety's new GA plant is located at 1885 Mitchell Rd, Smyrna, GA 30082
Flock went to great lengths to keep that address hidden.
That probably means it should be public info.
Growing up hearing “Wikipedia isn't a valid source” and then entering a workplace where people say “just ask ChatGPT” is a surprisingly strange timeline