EVERYDAY THE SAME DREAM is an art game about alienation and refusal of labour. You are a faceless, unnamed man going about his business. The game has alternatives endings. Will you end up going to work and working in a little cubicle like every day, or will you take another route and do something different for once?
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this is the most TERRIFYING game i think ive ever played
all I do anymore is sleep, feel bad for myself, and take selfies
Hey you know that racial slur that your people made up to dehumanize mine?
I know of it
Don't say it any more
Well you are fucking racist for telling me I can't say a racial slur and you are oppressing me by denying my rights to speak freely
when you and your friend see someone you hate
Nor do I want it.
Is that why you shot Drake in the ass in that one episode of Degrassi
The sickest burn in tumblr history.
at my graduation dance since my grade only has 17 kids in it including me we each got a speech made about us as we entered the dance and the first line of mine was “she is known for breaking every single dress code rule in our school’s history”
no offense but what the fuck am i doing
(A young girl that is about 14 years old walks in. She gets some looks from our other patrons, as she has bright purple hair, multiple piercings, a leather jacket, and ripped jeans. It is freezing outside and she has a scowl on her face that makes me nervous.)
“Hello, welcome to [coffee shop]. How may I help you?”
“I’ll take five of the largest black coffees you have, and ten of your ham and cheese sandwiches.”
“Okay, will that be all?”
“Your total is [price].”
(To my surprise, she pulls out a $100 bill. I am suspicious, and I check to make sure it’s real. It checks out, and I give her a bag with her sandwiches.)
“Here is your change. Your coffee will be ready in a moment.”
(I keep an eye on her as she stands around glaring at anyone who looks at her. I see her looking at the tip jar. When I hand her the coffees, she asks me about it.)
“Your tip jar says that the money goes to you guys. Are any of you in college?”
“Yes, I’m going to Rochester Institute of Technology. A few others are in college as well.”
“Good for you.”
(She pulls out the change I gave her and a few more $20 dollar bills. She crams then in the jar and salutes me jokingly before walking out. I am stunned, and chase after her. I find her on the street corner talking to some homeless people and handing out the sandwiches and coffee.)
“I’m sorry, did I forget something?”
“No, but you just tipped us over $100 dollars. You’re also giving away a lot of food.”
“Yeah, my dad is crazy rich. I feel like I can do more if I actually interact with people instead of signing a check to a charity. Every Friday I gather anyone I see who needs a good meal, and buy it for them.” *she smiles brightly* “I may be young, but I can make a difference. I usually hand out flyers for homeless shelters or soup kitchens, too.”
(Without another word, she walks off silently. I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the week. It goes to show you that appearances aren’t everything!)