#power shovel

[sashavandal]

Okay, here is an obscure ps1 title that i guarantee most people have never even heard of.

POWER SHOVEL on PlayStation

This game has no right being as fun as it is.

It's a game where you operate one of those construction backhoe digging vehicles. And the controls are very realistic. its clunky and funny, but that's kinda what makes it fun! And once you get used to it you feel like a pro.

It's styled like a Japanese game show where you are time to do an objective in front of a live audience for points!

Sometimes it's dirt. Sometimes you shovel giant bowls of curry lol.

It's ridiculous and fun in the best way possible, just made for pure enjoyment.

If you are able to, please try this game. At least look up some gameplay on YouTube, because this really is a gem of an old videogame.

[falseandrealultravival]

The Disappeared Yarrows (verse)

I often walk along the riverbank.

For the past seven or eight years

In spring and autumn, a power shovel has been sweeping the bank.

With its large body, it skillfully cuts the grass on the bank.

The damage to the wolfberry trees is so great

That they cannot be regenerated.

Even though it is a grass, yarrows

have disappeared.

They are perennial plants,

So one would think they would survive,

But they have disappeared.

Wild plants are surprisingly fragile.

Rei Morishita

2024.06.05

消えたヤロー（韻文）

私は河原を散歩する。

７，８年前から

春と秋、土手をパワーショベルがさらう。

あの大きな体で土手の草木を巧みに刈る。

木であるクコは、被害が大きく、

再生は不可能だ。

草であっても、ヤローは

姿を見なくなった。

宿根草だから、耐えるとも思えるが

絶えてしまった。

野生植物は、案外脆い。

[psxui]

Power Shovel (2000) - Select Difficulty

[bacony-cakes]

You know what i like?

Big ol' industrial mining machines with clustered headlights.

You know what i'm talkin' about.

[bearbench-img]

パワーショベル

パワーショベルは、建設現場や土木工事現場などで使用される大型の建設機械です。一般的には、油圧システムを利用して、土や砂利などの地盤を掘削し、移動させることができます。パワーショベルには、主に3つの部分から構成されています。それは、前部に付いているバケット（鏟）で、これが地面を掘削し、材料を移動するために使用されます。そして、後部には旋回装置となる台座があり、これによってパワーショベルは360度自在に旋回することができます。最後に、車体となる部分があり、エンジン、油圧ポンプ、制御システムが搭載されています。パワーショベルは、土木工事や建設プロジェクトで土地の掘削、積み込み、移動作業などに広く使用されています。

手抜きイラスト集

[yuthana]

Vintage retro truck litho tin toy Japanese. (PCT) Power construction truck tin battery powered. (30cm) ALPS brand. made in Japan 60s. Buy now on eBay, click the link >>>> https://www.ebay.com/itm/225976373732

[bancho-zx]

【PlayStation】

Power Shovel | パワーショベルに乗ろう!! ~Attract demo

// Music: 蛙-kawaz-

// MiSTer FPGA / PSX core // Y/C Composite // Sony KV-13TR20 CRT TV

[cruelplatonic]

my personal headcanon is the vees were unremarkable nobodies when they were alive. i just love it as a thematic throughline for them. they love to let the public of hell speculate on them being famed and acclaimed since before death, but the the truth is they were a d-list failed influencer that got by on cheap controversey and scamming, a broke junkie who burned every shaky bridge he ever had, and a worn-out broadcast production assistant with more rejected auditions and tossed out script pitches than he could count. nobody missed them when they were gone, nobody cared who they were until they were dead.

[sleeptaken]

iii & his bass

[bleue-flora]

Ok, I recently wrote an essay [here] talking about the definition and duties of civil engineering as well as the ethics because of the brain rot @swordfright gave me with calling Dream Sam’s ultimate engineering project. So, because I actually am a civil engineer I took it upon myself to design the title and summary of quantities sheets just like I do at work for roads but with Dream as the project instead. And in honor of angst day sponsored by @sixteenth-day-event, I figured I’d share it because I feel like it kinda works for the prison of the mind prompt.

“Sam’s “ultimate engineering project” he deemed too damaged like a bumpy road or crumbling building that wasn’t worthy of patching and filling in the cracks or reinforcing, that’s too eroded to be fixed and preserved. So, Sam strived to tear him down to the bedrock so he could remake, remold, and reengineer Dream according to his design for the common safety, public health and well-fair.”

{These are very similar to the actual sheets I make day to day, which I shall not share for the sake of doxing my location, but yea pretty much everything has a significance. Some of it doesn’t necessarily make sense but that was because I was more so taking inventory of what we see in lore (so you know I counted ;) lol)}

[allastoredeer]

Beauty and The Beast radioapple au where The Beast is literally The Devil and Belle is... also the beast in his own way 😁

Radioapple Beauty and the Beast AU where, instead of Alastor going "I can fix him," he goes, "I can make him worse."

[nanaten]

daily scrolling through the clausten tag until i reach posts that are from like 2016 and i found posts saying the ship was dead back then…… 8 years ago…???? what did i do to this poor ships corpse if the poor thing has been dead since the mid 2010’s

[falseandrealultravival]

Today's Haiku with Picture 212

To the power shovel

Can't lose

Grass grows

ユンボには

負けていられぬ

草が生え

I like weeds.

(2022.10.28)

[psxui]

Power Shovel (2000) - Tutorial Screen

[actualjenna]

cube and enrico rocking my summer attire

[aboxthecolourofheartache]

Rem Saverem was a real one. Imagine being like between 28 and 30 and witnessing your crewmates torture a little girl to death, unable to stop them or rescue her. She’s not human but she looks and acts like a suffering child. She dies, horrifically and incompletely (frozen, status: alive). Your crewmates aren’t done with her even when she’s in pieces, and they put her in a jar to save for later. You keep her resting place clean and leave her flowers, knowing she never once got to see the miraculous geo-dome where you grow those flowers. Her siblings(?) or aunts(?) or mothers(?) support that geo-dome, each in a jar of their own, a torture and exploitation even slower than hers. You’re giving her little bits of them, but there’s nothing on the ship that isn’t created or maintained by slavery. There is no viable alternative you can come up with that doesn’t involve an overhaul of everything currently keeping humanity alive in suspended animation without waking up everyone and having a UN-floor-style shitshow of a discussion. You’re not an ethicist or a politician or even a community leader or systems engineer. You’re a navigator with a good head on your shoulders and an unequivocal stance on torturing children: it’s the worst kind of wrong. You don’t really know enough about Plants to understand what the alternatives to their exploitation are, if there are any. You just know it’s wrong, and the complicity eats at your bones and at your sanity via your conscience. How did you ever think that this expedition was the best use of your blank ticket? What would Alex say? (He would hold you and remind you that you are one human woman, and that you protested as much as you could, made your moral stand as best you could, and pushing harder might have resulted in your enforced return to cryo-sleep until the ships reached their destination, and then who would leave the poor child flowers? Who would think of her kindly? Who would be awake instead of you now, continuing to ruin her even after death?)

Then, the universe coughs up two more Independent Plants, and you know exactly why you’re on this expedition and how to make the best possible use of your blank ticket. Never again. You name the children, you treat them like people, you love them - and you’re barely 30 and traumatized as hell and you know you’re fucking things up, but there’s no one else and you cannot allow there to be anyone else, or everything goes back to square one and the twins go to the dissection table. You hide them in plain sight. They love you. You’re happier for their company, less lonely, and you never expected to have children. (You were planning, with Alex. If those plans had worked out, you would not be here to do your flawed best for these twins.) They are so smart, and you cannot bring yourself to tell them anything about the girl who came before them. You can barely put that experience into words for yourself, much less communicate the scope of it to two children. (They are so smart, growing inhumanly fast, and they are still less than a year old. You really should have fucking tried anyway.)

They discover their sister. They’re about one year old, and they fall away from you and from each other and from hope. One-year-olds shouldn’t be actively suicidal. You feel just like you did when you dragged yourself back to your room after screaming at your crewmates decades ago. You still think it was pure cowardice that you volunteered to go back into cryo-sleep so you could wake up years later and avoid spending time with mutilators and murderers. If you checked out, chose to sleep, volunteered for a solo navigation shift, how could you blame Knives for pushing everything down and ignoring it? After your own sick depression, feeling so powerless, how could you blame Vash for wanting to be done with everything?

But they’re barely over a year old. All you really know is that dead people don’t get to make decisions for themselves, death is the end of change for a person. (Alex will always be 27, love you more than anything, and will never meet the children who have become your family.) Things don’t get better for dead people. You want so, so much for things to get better for the twins.

One of them kills you, driving everything into the ground, humanity and Plants alike, because living means change means uncertainty means fear, and he is so afraid and humanity taught him his life was cheap, so why should he value theirs? The other plays the letter but not the spirit of your hopes; he lives for other people and never for himself, internalizes your insistence on the value of life and pays flesh by the pound to preserve it. He won’t follow you into death because your purchased his life (and so many other lives) with yours (he won’t squander that), but in a way he will never forgive you for choosing to die for others, and he’ll take that anger out on himself. You save lives and you doom Plants and you doom humanity trying to save humanity and Plants from their doom. Everyone’s on a rock again, back to where it all started on an inhospitable world, just a new one. But you kept things from ending. It all could have ended.

And you were like 30 and clinging to an imperfect but determined philosophy that kept you from flinging yourself into the grave after Alex, and you weren’t a mother or an educator or a spiritual guide or even particularly suited to raise children, and you fucked these kids up irreparably, but you were all they had and you were better than anyone who would have made them into tissue samples. You tried so hard, and both twins will carry you like a millstone and like a talisman for the rest of their very, very long lives.

And you named one of them Knives. What the fuck, Rem. Knives??