I am the problem

Any way, things to try and do to make some noise about this.

Call Discord at 888-594-0085. All I had to do was stay on the line and leave a voice mail.

File a support ticket with discord. This will require you to create an account separate from your discord account.

If you have Nitro, CANCEL IT.

File a complaint with the California Privacy Protection Agency. You do not need to live in California to do this. I personally checked off "Right to Opt-out of Sale/Sharing" "Right to Limit the Use of My Sensitive Personal Information" "A business’s collection, use, storing or sharing of my personal information" and "Children's privacy" because like FUCK would they not be getting that in their efforts to protect them. When they asked for evidence of privacy violations, I shared the Discord press release.

It's also worth mentioning that Discord is headquartered in California.

If you live in a European country, this webpage has a list of all the countries so you can find yours and file a privacy complaint.

(Also the arm he loses is the one that had the leaf pendant)

movies right now are absolutely terrified of silence. every spare second is crammed with motion and noise and information. there’s always something new to look at, something new to process. look here. now here. don’t blink. don’t breathe. it’s constant stimulation. there’s no room left for a moment to land before the next one is already gone.

there’s good sci fi horror out there that do silence and restraint well. i can immediately think of under the skin, annihilation, and ex machina. sometimes the silence is the point. personally i think iron lung works in that lineage.

this isn’t a movie that will let you sit there and passively consume. this is a movie full of visual and audial clues waiting for you to unravel them. this is a movie that wants you to notice your breathing. to feel the silence press in until it’s oppressive.

isolation is the movie. it’s you alone with your thoughts, with time stretching and warping, with nothing to distract you from the constant dread creeping in. it’s not the monsters out there that you’re afraid of. not the constant drip, drip, drip of impending doom. but you, alone, in an endless sea of red.

can you count your breaths in the silence? can you hear your heart beating in your ears? can you live with yourself?