Leamon Tuttle

@tuttlepower.bsky.social

Former Loremaster for The Elder Scrolls Online, former Loremaster for a rad cancelled project, current dude who's okay at video games and drinks too much caffeine.

I sat down for dinner at my favorite Brooklyn dumpling joint where they normally blast Super Mario video game soundtracks, but tonight they're playing shitty modern country music. I don't understand. My sorrow is beyond comprehension.

TFW you black out and write a novel in someone's comments and then remember your opinion is largely irrelevant, and that you have to clean up a banana peel you left out on the counter, and that we're all going to die someday.

I love how the youth of America is gradually evolving into the Tracksuit Draculas from Matt Fraction's run on Hawkeye. A literal exchange I heard on the train: Guy 1: "Bro, listen, bro. You need to calm down, bro." Guy 2: "Fuck you, bro. I'm hungry as shit, bro." Fucking poetry, bro.

The World: "Leamon, you should walk more. Walking is extremely important. You should never stop walking." *Leamon walks around a bunch and develops shin splints* The World: "You walked too much. Why did you walk so much? You're walking wrong."

Layoffs are not just “how the industry is going” They happen because pieces of shit who care only about themselves are put in positions of power Pieces of shit who have ruined this industry Never forget what these people have done. This industry is devastated, and their bank accounts are bulging

1000 hard working devs got laid off from Epic today. FUCK these corpo assholes and FUCK their investors. I will never get over the irony that an industry that produces fun runs on misery.

"I was born 87 years ago. For 65 years I've ruled as Tamriel's Emperor... This is the 27th of Last Seed; the Year of Akatosh 433. These are the closing days of the 3rd Era, and the final hours of my life." --Today is the 20th anniversary of the initial release of The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion!

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I have now made the journey from Baltimore to Brooklyn twice. When do I earn the right to berate tourists about their poor choice of pizzeria, then loudly direct them to follow a coked up possum to a half-collapsed cardboard box hidden beneath the J train that sells the "best slice in town?"

Sometimes I get so angry I'm like "I have never been this angry in my life!" But then I think back to 1993 and those little assholes on Legends of the Hidden Temple who couldn't get their shit together in the Shrine of the Silver Monkey. Being forced to watch that shit unfold ... That's true anger.