the people who make video games know what gamers want but the message hasn't quite reached the people who sell them
« Obviously, Li was guided towards the sacrifice of his entire family, but he was still happy to listen to the advice. Hence he can't blame anyone else for his family being destroyed, can he? A man listens to insane comments and initially is angered by them, but if he becomes intrigued, he'll continue to give credence to those suspicions until his life and reputation are both destroyed, and then he realizes that his own faults have led to the disaster; this is the general rule of this kind of thing. »
being able to use computers to produce legible images is indeed a potentially profound development in our toolset for artistry but it is not in itself a form of communication
we would laugh at the idea that random computer output is communicating something just because someone put it in a legible font
but that's all AI-generated artwork is: a (procedurally-generated, somewhat) legible font for visual concepts
the entire novelty of it is simply that it produces an image that you can read
i find this quote (from a fanfiction.net author) very funny because it is both a very classic remark about zelda games and also not something an AO3 writer would ever in a million years say
i worry that this random translator on AO3 may have missed the point of the tale of Sixth Brother Wang
« I decided to not bother translating the last two (boring) paragraphs »
the last two (boring) paragraphs: « The collector of these strange tales remarks; "To occupy the position of a high official but not to forget about old friends in humble and destitute circumstances—that's why Wang could become a god. Today a noble travels in a coach, but will that person still remember old friends he made back when he was a nobody? There is a man without social rank in my village whose family is extremely poor. One of his childhood friends became an official with high rank and salary. The poor man thought, If I trust to his generosity, surely he'll take good care of me.' So the poor man packed his belongings and made the arduous journey across a thousand li, only to be disappointed. After spending all of his money and selling his horse, he returned home.
"His joker of a brother wrote a yueling that mocked him: 'This month, my brother returned, his fur cap lost, his umbrella no longer working, his horse exchanged tor a donkey, and he won't be traveling again until his boots stop squeaking.' Read it for a good laugh." »
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