Getting Over It Subtitles

Oof, you lost a lot of progress. That's a deep frustration, a real punch in the gut.

uff.... Sorry about that.

Oh no, it happened again. Keep on trying, don't let it get to you.

This thing that we call "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down. — Mary Pickford

(Music) 'Goin' Down the Road Feeling Bad' — Cliff Carlisle

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. — John Vance Cheney

The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal. — C.S. Lewis

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. — William Shakespeare

You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better. But this is not true. You are sure to be happy again. Knowing this, truly believing it, will make you less miserable now. — Abraham Lincoln

(Music) 'Poor Me Blues' — Edna Hicks

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. — Mary Frye

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Life is a mosaic of pleasure and pain—grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower — Sathya Sai Baba

Sorrow is my own yard / where the new grass / flames as it has flamed often before but not / with the cold fire / that closes round me this year. — William Carlos Williams

(Music) 'Whoops a Doodle' - Buddy Weed and His Trio

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.” — John Greenleaf Whittier

If you try to please audiences, uncritically accepting their tastes, it can only mean that you have no respect for them. — Andrei Tarkovsky

(Music) 'Born To Lose' - Tedd Daffan's Texans

Don't hate the player; hate the game. — Ice T

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: — William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXX

Patience is the foundation of eternal peace. Make anger your enemy. Harm comes to those who know only victory and do not know defeat. Find fault with yourself and not with others. It is in falling short of your own goals that you will surpass those who exceed theirs. — Tokugawa Ieyasu

She smiled in defeat, With unconquerable eyes. — Atticus

Your failure here is a metaphor. To learn for what, please resume climbing. — Rob Dubbin

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. — Ella Weaver Wilcox

Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. — Christina Rosetti

Something filled up my heart with nothing, someone told me not to cry. Now that I'm older, my heart is colder, I can see that it's a lie. — The Arcade Fire

(Music) 'Going Down the Road Feeling Bad' — Gussie Ward Stone

I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand. How few! yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? —Edgar Allen Poe

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? — William Blake

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take. — Lewis Carroll

(Music) 'Easy Street' - The Pied Pipers with Axel Stordahl and his Orchestra

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt — William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

There are no regrets in life, Just lessons. — Jennifer Aniston

(Music) 'Six Cold Feet in the Ground' — Leroy Carr

(Music) When I Grow Too Old To Dream — Dick Haymes

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect when it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain. — Emily Dickinson

Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits. — William Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy. — Khalil Gibran

(Music) 'Poor Boy A Long Ways from Home' — Barbecue Bob

This is the Hour of Lead Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons recollect the Snow First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go. — Emily Dickinson

I feel your pain: the pain in knowing this has Happened to you. The pain in knowing what more tears we have gained. But through all this I feel your pain. — Octavia Hawkins-Richardson

I'm crushing your dreams and dashing your hopes You're climbing a mountain with a hammer and no ropes.

The mountain seems no more a soulless thing, But rather as a shape of ancient fear, In darkness and the winds of Chaos born Amid the lordless heavens’ thundering— A Presence crouched, enormous and austere, Before whose feet the mighty waters mourn. — George Sterling

(Music) 'Going Down the Road Feeling Bad' — Ruth Huber and Lois Judd

Whenever I climb, I'm followed by a dog called 'ego'. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I'm, uh. I'm going to let you be for a little bit.

(Music) 'I'm Going Down The Road Feeling Bad' — Forde Ward

There’s no feeling more intense than starting over. If you’ve deleted your homework the day before it was due, as I have, Or if you left your wallet at home and you have to go back, after spending an hour in the commute, If you won some money at the casino and then put all your winnings on red, and it came up black, If you got your best shirt dry-cleaned before a wedding and then immediately dropped food on it, If you won an argument with a friend and then later discovered that they just returned to their original view, Starting over is harder than starting up. If you’re not ready for that, like if you’ve already had a bad day then what you’re about to go through might be too much. Feel free to go away and come back. I’ll be here.

Alright, thanks for coming with me on this trip. I'll understand if you have to take a break at any point... Just find a safe place to stop, and quit the game. Don't worry, I'll save your progress, always. Even your mistakes.

This game is a homage to a free game that came out in 2002, titled 'Sexy Hiking'. The author of the game was Jazzuo, a mysterious Czech designer who was known at the time as the father of B-games. B-Games are rough assemblages of found objects. Designers slap them together very quickly and freely, and they're often too rough and unfriendly to gain much of a following. They're built more for the joy of building them than as polished products.

In a certain way Sexy Hiking is the perfect embodiment of a B-game. It's built almost entirely out of found and recycled parts, and it's one of the most unusual and unfriendly games of its time. In it, your task is simply to drag yourself up a mountain with a hammer. The act of climbing, in the digital world or in real life, has certain essential properties that give the game it's flavor. No amount of forward progress is guaranteed; some cliffs are too sheer or too slippery. And the player is constantly, unremittingly in danger of falling and losing everything.

Anyway when you start Sexy Hiking, you're standing next to a tree, which blocks the way to the entire rest of the game. It might take you an hour to get over that tree. A lot of people never got past it. You prod and poke at it, exploring the limits of your reach and strength, trying to find a way up. There's a sense of truth in that lack of compromise. Most obstacles in videogames are fake—you can be completely confident in your ability to get through them, once you have the correct method or the correct equipment, or just by spending enough time. In that sense, every pixellated obstacle in Sexy Hiking is real.

The obstacles in Sexy Hiking are unyielding, and that makes the game uniquely frustrating. But I'm not sure Jazzuo intended to make a frustrating game—the frustration is just essential to the act of climbing and it's authentic to the process of building a game about climbing. A funny thing happened to me as I was building this mountain: I'd have an idea for an obstacle, and I'd build it, test it, and... it would usually turn out to be unreasonably hard. But I couldn't bring myself to make it easier. It already felt like my inability to get past the new obstacle was my fault as a player, rather than as the builder. Imaginary mountains build themselves from our efforts to climb them, and it's our repeated attempts to reach the summit that turns those mountains into something real.

When you're building a videogame world you're building with ideas, And that can be like working with quick-set cement. You mold your ideas into a certain shape that can be played with, and in the process of playing with them they begin to harden and set until they are immutable, like rock. At that point you can't change the world—not without breaking it into pieces and starting fresh with new ideas.

For years now people have been predicting that games would soon be made of prefabricated objects, bought in a store and assembled into a world. For the most part, that hasn’t happened, because the objects in the stores are trash. I don’t mean they look bad or they’re badly made, although a lot of them are. I mean they’re trash in the way that food becomes trash as soon as you put it in the sink. Things are made to be consumed in a certain context, and once the moment is gone they transform into garbage. In the context of technology those moments pass by in seconds.

Over time we've poured more and more refuse into this vast digital landfill we call the internet. It now vastly outnumbers and outweighs the things that are fresh and untainted and unused. When everything around us is cultural trash, trash becomes the new medium, the lingua franca of the digital age. You can build culture out of trash, but only trash culture: B-games, B-movies, B-music, B-philosophy.

Maybe this is what this digital culture is. A monstrous mountain of trash, the ash-heap of creativity's fountain. A landfill with everything we ever thought of in it Grand, infinite, and unsorted.

There's 3D models of breakfast gen-xers' fanfic novels scanned magazines green-screen Shia leBoeuf banned snuff scenes on liveleak facebook's got lifelike bots with unbranded adverts, and candid shots of kanye and taylor swift mashups car crash epic fail gifs Russian dash cam vids discussions of McRibs discarded, forgotten, unrecycled muddled, rotten, and untitled.

Everything's fresh for about six seconds until some newer thing beckons and we hit refresh. And there's years of persevering Disappearing into the pile Out of style Out of sight

In this context it's tempting to make friendly content... That's gentle, that lets you churn through it but not earn it. Why make something demanding, if it just gets piled up in the landfill Filed in with the bland things?

When games were new, they wanted a lot from you. Daunting you, taunting you, resetting and delaying you. Players played stoically. Now everyone’s turned off by that, They want to burn through it quickly, a quick fix for the fickle Some tricks for the clicks of the feckless. But that's not you, you're an acrobat You could swallow a baseball bat.

Now I know, most likely you're watching this on Youtube or Twitch while some dude with 10 million views does it for you Like a baby bird being fed chewed-up food. That's culture too

But on the off-chance you're playing this, what I'm saying is: Trash is disposable but maybe it doesn't have to be approachable what's the feeling like? are you stressed I guess you don't hate it if you got this far feeling frustrated it's underrated.

An orange is sweet juicy fruit Locked inside a bitter peel That's not how I feel about a challenge. I only want the bitterness Its coffee, its grapefruit, its licorice.

It feels like we're closer now Composer and climber Designer and user You could have refused but you didn't There was something in you that was hidden That chose to continue

It means a lot to me That you've come this far Endured this much Every wisecrack, every insensitivity Every setback you've forgiven me Is a kingly gift you've given me

We have the same taste, you and I It's not ambition. It's ambition's opposite. An obdurate mission to taste defeat You'll feel bad if you win So I put this snake in for you

Have you thought about who you are in this Are you the man in the pot, Diogenes? Are you his hand? Are you the top of the hammer? I think not— Where your hand moves, the hammer may not follow nor the man, nor the man's hand. In this you are his WILL. His intent. The embodied resolve in his uphill ascent.

Now you've conquered the ice cliff, The platforms the church and the rectory, The living room and the factory, The playground and the construction site, The granite rocks and the lakeside. You've learned to hike. There's no way left to go but up And in a moment I'll shut up, but let me say I'm glad you came.

I dedicate this game to you, the one who came this far. I give it to you with all my love.

Listen, this is a little awkward, but you've clicked the mouse button 500 times now. I'm gonna say you're gripping the mouse a little hard.

You got so close, but this is past mending. You got the bad ending.

This... is tougher than it looks.

Don't just flail wildly with your hammer. This is a game about knowing when to use force and when to use finesse. Plan carefully, and execute freely.

You can hit the escape key if you need to change the mouse sensitivity.

I can absolutely assure you that it's possible to proceed here.

I’ve seen a lot of people get stuck here. You can’t get there just by reaching and dragging, you’re going to need to try something a little bit more athletic.

If you need to take a break, it's ok. I've saved your progress.

In this game there's two types of jump. The hop, where you push the hammer really hard into the ground. And the fling, where you rotate the hammer to launch yourself up from a ledge.

Think about the momentum of the pot. Sometimes when you want to go high you have to lower yourself down first so you have room to swing your hammer.

I've I'm messing you up, you can mute me in the settings.

If your hand is starting to get sore, find a safe spot and then just take a rest.

It’s just you and the hammer. And the pot.

Haha, the slight angle on the rock here makes it much harder than it otherwise would be.

The pot and the hammer are heavy, which makes angled surfaces so hard to grip.

You’ve done this part before, you know it’s possible. Just do what you did the first time.

Yeah, this part is hard, sorry. In my testing, a lot of people would just freak out and stop at this point.

It’s really not as bad as it looks though, just go up one step at a time.

Hang in there. Don't let it get to you. But also... let it get to you a little bit.

My favorite feeling in videogames is when you know you're expected to proceed, but progress seems actually impossible. You're left only with your own frontiering spirit, the knowledge that if you persevere you'll find your way.

Oftentimes, making progress in this game is about chaining together multiple movements. Try to break them down into their component parts.

The vertical wall has a way of getting harder the more times you try it. I think anger makes you swing the hammer harder, and that can push you away from the wall.

Easy does it in this section. Which is not to say it's easy, just... take it easy.

From this point, this minute, there’s no more safety nets. Don’t be hasty, yet don’t be timid.

You know what to do. Vault over the barbecue, go for it.

A lot of people get a little scared here. I’m scared for you! There are those who didn’t leap and those who dared to.

I don't mean to go on but I do want you to go on. Go on!

Steady, steady... Steady.

You’re back here again, showing patience and then attacking, scraping then flapping and snagging.

In this section you’re forced to go quick, it’s a lesson with no protection, a course of three tricks.

You’ll be back here again and again, avenge and repent and until you've ascended, or until you’re contented.

Now you’re through, so hurry up the stairs, and hammer a chair. Don’t worry, the camera is with you.

You may need to chain more than one move in sequence here. Leap catch push, push leap catch, move with speed and with frequency.

The living room is cluttering, with little room for hammering. I’m leaving room for stammering and stuttering and suffering.

Wow, you’re doing really well, it’s heartening to see. Remember restarting? Remember when you quickly fell?

People sometimes ask me whether I can finish my own games. In this case, I got to the final obstacle, several times And I fell all the way back down to the beginning of the game. So I know it can be done, but I haven’t done it. Maybe you'll be the first.

If you fall here don't panic, don't twitch, the slow hammer can catch but the manic hammer will only throw you.

This part has the hardest leap in the game, the most awkward. Strike the anvil and forge a way forward.

Sorry about the bats, by the way. That was uncalled for.

You fell from above but I know you won't linger here. Your hammer's no longer, your jump is no stronger, but your hunger will tell.

A leap of faith would be insufficient, five leaps will prove your faith in this religion. The first drop can send you back to the anvil, the fifth will do something more substantial.

What's holding these rocks in the air, in buoyant tranquility? They laugh at your feeble inability to stay aloft. Scoff at your servility to gravity.

This gets more frightening each time you return. Knuckles whitening, stomach tightening, once bitten, so many times burned.

I defeated the bucket on my first try. That convinced me it was easy. Then came the second, twelfth, the fiftieth try. That convinced me it was good.

If the bucket’s too tricky there’s always the snake, if you need to say "…" but maybe that’s a mistake. You can just take a break.

The first time you got here you thought you were safe. A base camp for reaching the summit. That's how it seemed on its face, the first time, but your face can fall fast when you plummet.