imagine your boss coming over to your desk and demanding you animate this so they can use it for a tweet https://twitter.com/Neil_Druckmann/status/1276570238125961216

you're sitting there, sweat pouring from your brow, you're on hour 21, animating a child being punched in the face, peak burnout,

you havent seen your spouse in 2 weeks as Neil rounds the corner, stepping over the lifeless corpse of your former co-worker

he kicks over the pyramid of empty monster energy near your desk that you neatly placed during your 10 minute lunch break, triggering a fight of flight response in you as the screams of the voice actors ring out in your ears as he places his hand on your shoulder "animate a meme"

"w...what" you stammer, he places a finger to your lips, "animate a meme... for my twitter" as he walks away, kicking over the last of your monster energy pyramid, stepping over a second corpse thats wearing a crash bandicoot t-shirt

you place your hands on your face and sob

i wrote a better story than the last of us: part 2

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