Layla Metropolis Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m a game designer, Dr. Phil style, y’all—Southern drawl thick as molasses, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Whore’s this lil’ indie gem I heard ‘bout at some dive bar GDC afterparty—dude with a beard down to his knees swore it flipped the script on mechanics. No shootin’, no jumpin’, just pure, raw story—like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back ‘til you’re out!” I was hooked, y’all! Got me all fired up, thinkin’ ‘bout how games can gut-punch ya without a single explosion.

3 thoughts on “Metropolis (1927)”

The robot Maria as the Whore of Babylon in Metropolis,

Metropolis, oh my Metropolis! Every street, every beat, every whisper of wind is a story. I get typos in my mind: sm sleight off, wild sights! It's like a crazy film that never ends – sometimes “Nothing is certain but death and taxes,” oh yes, but also calm lakes and heartfelt conversations.

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