https://iiiimag.com/articles/the-cold-whore-crisis-br-liv-fontaine

Yes

Yes

(transition)
(transition)
About

Nula: Butterflies Rise is a decision-making game that explores the experience of living with anxiety.

Inspired by puzzle adventure games of the early 90s like Myst, the surreal comedy of Flann O'Brien, and the author's experience of living with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Nula creates an immersive textual experience, an insight into the daily struggle anxiety can be.

Callout
Subscribe

(Click)

(Click)

The Cold Whore Crisis
Liv Fontaine

Jordan Harrison-Twist

01.08.18

Hiroshima and Nagasaki actually kind of sound like a party.
Fat man, thin man, little boy!
Big fish, little fish, cardboard box!
Are you having fun baby?
All this death!
Like a big death party!
Like a rotting flesh party!

OK, so there is an online dating site called OK Cupid. It matches you with a love interest based on a number of personality questions one of them being:
Secretly does nuclear war excite you?

DOES NUCLEAR WAR EXCITE YOU?
Does the complete destruction of humanity excite you?

OK, so I had an idea for a film: Set not in a dystopian future, this might sounds more familiar. Two supreme leaders fight it out between themselves — an obsession with weapons! A desire for fire and fury! Terrifying truths? Jerks desiring doomsday? Mass destruction, industrial ruin, big buttons and total corruption!

Protect and survive? Well there ain’t nothing to be gained by trying to get away.

The public is now hysterical! What will make these two Freudian fuck-ups put an end to their one-upmanship? One woman is picked at random; she must organise and televise a party with a guest list consisting of every man she's ever fucked. If she succeeds a truce will be called. We can all sleep easily.

Sound familiar?

Yeah, it’s like being in my local on a Friday evening!
Yeah, it's like every time I go to an art show opening!

BUT BABY IF THE BOMB DROPS I WANT TO BE PISSED OUT MY HEAD AND BANG UNDERNEATH IT!

Anyway, the random woman succeeds. She throws the party! Subsequently saving all humanity. BUT there is no hero's welcome. And there is no mention of shame equivalency. Oh no, no, she’s a cunt, she’s a slapper, she's a tart, she’s a whore. Exposed! Humiliated! And berated by this near-miss society she is publicly reproached. She is unemployable, now even unfuckable! She is unapologetic and unappealing.

SHE SAVED YOUR BABY BUT SHE SHAGGED YOUR HUSBAND

Despite her heroic actions she now has nothing left to lose. Devastated, isolated, abused. Her walk of shame, once a stride of pride so much associated with elation, ecstasy, and agency, has now been reduced. This is a never-ending purgatory.

She goes mad. I go mad.

JUST LET ME GO MAD THE WAY I WANT TO GO MAD
JUST LET ME GO MAD THE WAY I WANT TO GO MAD
JUST LET ME GO MAD THE WAY I WANT TO GO MAD
JUST LET ME GO MAD THE WAY I WANT TO GO MAD
JUST LET ME GO MAD THE WAY I WANT TO GO MAD
JUST LET ME GO MAD THE WAY I WANT TO GO MAD
JUST LET ME GO MAD THE WAY I WANT TO GO MAD

Archive
Archive
Facebook
Twitter
Instagram