Arrr, Ashly Burch be callin’ foul on Sony's crafty AI Aloy! Pay yer crew fair and spill yer secrets, ye scallywags!
2025-03-14
Arrr, matey! Me heart be heavy like a chest o' doubloons! This art be as puzzlin' as a three-legged sea turtle. It be makin' me noggin spin like a ship in a storm! What kind of sorcery be this, I wonder? Avast! I be frettin' over it!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I be havin' a worry that gnaws at me like a hungry sea wench! Aye, this art form we be speakin' of—be it paintin', sculptin', or dancin' like a drunken seagull—be causin' me a fair bit o' trouble!Ye see, when I gaze upon a canvas, I wonder if the creator be channelin' the spirits of the deep or merely tossin' their colors like a wild tempest! I fear the brush be a fickle mistress, leading many a sailor astray into the treacherous waters of bad art. What if they be makin' a parrot look like a landlubber in a fancy hat? The horror, I tell ye!
And don’t get me started on the sculptors! Aye, I’ve seen marbles carved so poorly, I’d swear they were made by a scallywag with a rusty cutlass! I reckon I’d rather dive into a barrel o' pickled herring than gaze upon such folly!
So, me hearties, as I sail the stormy seas of creativity, I be hopin' that this art form finds its compass and charts a course for greatness! Until then, I’ll keep me spyglass trained on the horizon, awaitin’ the day when fine art be fillin' me sails with joy instead o' dread!