Stop Caring
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Stop Caring is an attitude based on the idea that videogames are valid and sophisticated artistic expressions, filled with as much cultural sinew as any other art-form. It's about taking the lessons we can learn from gaming and implementing them in our daily lives. It's about taking all of this shit less seriously, but discussing games with the same gravitas one would use when examining any work of art.
This publication is currently run by Artemis Octavio, a queer trans woman from Venezuela. No topic is too risqué, difficult or inappropriate, but we do not, nor will we ever, tolerate, support or endorse transphobia, racism, homophobia, ableism, classism, sexism or any kind of discrimination.
We despise fascists, AI, the capitalist systems, and believe videogames should live forever.
We're not in it for the money or the fame, just for the love of the game. Source
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Search ArticlesThin Liminal Lines
There are very few online artefacts that allow me to carry on with the belief that video games are the ultimate art form. One that combines my favorite elements from different mediums: film, literature, puzzles, music, and the Internet. Petscop is one of them, even if it doesn’t exist, not really. To say that Petscop is a video game in the traditional sense would be a stretch.
Skating Through The Mire of Fear
The first and only time I ever stepped onto a skateboard, my older sister convinced me to ride it down our barely sloped driveway in Riverside–a Jacksonville, Florida suburb. I must have been around eight years old, memory has certainly warped the experience, but I recall shifting my center of gravity backward away from the slope. Then falling off as the momentum and added weight of my collapse jettisoned the skateboard, now a grip-taped missile, straight into our neighbor’s fence.
Like a Hero(ine)
The Hero’s Way When discussing stories of any kind, it’s impossible to avoid the Hero’s Journey. It’s the structure that writer Joseph Campbell claims in his 1949 book The Hero with a Thousand Faces to be the basis for every myth, and thus “Mankind’s one great story” (The Hero with a Thousand Faces xi).
A Vivisection of Battlefield 6
Battlefield 6 had an opportunity to depict the changes in how war is waged since the last entry in the franchise featuring a modern setting, which came out more than a decade ago. The series’ unique approach to the military shooter genre, with a focus on combined arms and taking territory, has given it a reputation for being a grounded alternative to the increasingly fantastical direction Call of Duty has gone.
Post Punk Sympathy
Travis Touchdown is looking for vengeance. The legend of Santa Destroy rides again, rising through the ranks of the United Assassins Association once more to avenge his best friend, Bishop, who was shot in the head, the window behind him splattered in crimson signage: Desperate Struggle. Goons will be decapitated. Appendages will be severed.
Everything is Permitted
Editor's Note: This piece contains mentions of terrorism, political violence, and grapples with the complicated history of Palestine, as well as other regions in the Middle East. We here at Stop Caring re-affirm our condemnation of the genocide in Gaza, as well as the ongoing military strikes in Iran. No one is free until all of us are free. Free Palestine and Hands Off Iran.
A Consumer Childhood
Content Warning: eating disorders (anorexia) As the youngest of three, there aren’t many photos of me during childhood. My parents’ drive to document their children’s every waking moment had long since passed. I grew up during the aughts, that weird in-between phase where analog gave way to digital, when physically printed images became a luxury and .jpeg files got lost with SD cards in junk drawers.
You Proved Your Weakness By Sending Me To The Moon
It doesn’t take long to know a place. To understand it deeply, to speak its native tongue fluently, and walk its streets without a map, is a different story. But the basics can be discovered quickly as long as you’re observant. Take a stroll and look around: how many people are there? What expressions are they wearing? Do they meet your eyes? What shops, if any, are seeing the most traffic? How far can you walk before you need a vehicle? What noises are meeting your ears?
And Then You Keep Living
I’m sitting in my office at an empty high school, swaddled in a heated blanket like a toddler, staring at a screen in the dark. Figures swirl up and down, the familiar dreadful screen of my email, and, as I try to focus on my work, that irritable, ever-present sound chimes in from my inbox with a fresh demand. I have pneumonia. I am sitting here, full of cough syrup, eyes blurring at my laptop, because I have no other choice. I’ve told myself I have no other choice.
Only You
Listen, I’m going to tell you a story about a man who couldn’t die. Or maybe it’d be appropriate to say that he wouldn’t die. Whenever he encountered pain or trauma that would lay low mortal men like you or I, he would close his steel blue eyes and open them again a different man altogether. His memories would fade and he’d have to relearn the wicked course of his life again and again. But his body still walked, his heart still pumped. Each time, he was a little different.