The Binding of Isaac Afterbirth: Our Ongoing Love Affair with the Twisted Mind of Edmund McMillen

Gross. Grosser. Grossest.

The Binding of Isaac Afterbirth: Our Ongoing Love Affair with the Twisted Mind of Edmund McMillen

What Happens When a Point-and-Click Adventure and a Roguelike Have a Baby?

Skyhill.

What Happens When a Point-and-Click Adventure and a Roguelike Have a Baby?

We met through a shared view

She loved me, and I did too.

Have I mentioned that the lead singer of The Streets looks nearly identical to my cousin Michael? It's uncanny.

The thing I love best about this track is Mike Skinner's horrific attempt to sing the choruses. The effort is so purely beautiful in its undeniable ugliness, so utterly compelling.

One pill makes you larger

A dozen or more make you much, much, much larger.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks. The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.