

Don’t worry, You Are (Not) Alone.
Don’t worry, You Are (Not) Alone.
The smell is unbearable. Probably the only place these should be smoked is in the Cuban jungle. I’ve had a pleasant cigar experience before, but it’s much worse than cigarettes for everyone in a 200 m radius.
People here focus a lot on the fighting and difficulty.
Just so you know, it’s also absolutely gorgeous to look at and the game feel is incredibly tight and responsive. If you just run around in it for an hour or two, but don’t have the patience for getting really good a tapping your shoulder button, you probably still have a good time.
The only one that was on par so far was Nine Sols. It has the most insane final boss I’ve ever seen and the only bossfight I had to grind harder than Father Owl. Probably took me 8+ hours over three days. After beating it, i felt like I could parry bullets in real life if just tried a little harder. Gorgeous and deeply engaging game too.
When you walk as a group, little conversations and pairs will form naturally, chatting and joking along the way. I will very often walk by myself, either pacing too slow or too fast, nobody joining me. Sometimes it feels like an escort ques, where you just don’t have the correct walking speed button.
On the other hand, I’ll find and love you other weird fucks easily at a party, bouncing erratically around from place to place or telling me for thirty minutes about your favorite type of algae when I asked what you did today. Just gotta get invited to a party sometime again…
>Bayle flies through the air, directly at JB
>uh oh
>Everything explodes, JB gets ragdolled across the arena
>Looks up, beaten, bloody and muddy face, ready to give up
>from behind him
>CURSE YOU BALE! I HEREBY VOW...
>Igon played by Anya Taylor-Joy
>50000 death threats and gamer boycott calls
If the director has a great sense of humor and a horror background, just make Hornsent the protagonist. Also Jar People please.
Most slop isn’t made for my taste, so I’m honestly looking forward to it.
Feels more like the dope ass bear is looking at me.
I work in heavy industrial production and my company bought another.
Their plants were in a much worse state in regards to health and safety. Higher incident rates, worse safety practices, less maintained equipment and a worse culture about mistakes and criticism lead to people get hurt much more often.
Among all the corporate nonsense, I appreciated that they actually invested the money to make work safer. People get heavily injured or lose their lives when dealing with these large machines. Most of the workers there were grateful as the last owner was just interested in running the plant dry, no matter the cost of human lifes.
I think it’s a bad rep, because people (ofc especially women) would like to have at least some body parts that aren’t immediately sexualized, but now you even have to think about the beach pic of your feet in the sand.
Bare feet are seen as very innocuous… Until the feet people show up, are horny on main, put them in a wiki, give them a rating and catalogue all the feet pics.
In bed it definitely falls for me under the “if it brings you joy, we’ll find a way” category.
I am not sure what negative effects my meds would have to have before I’d consider not taking them.
If they took away 10 years of my life I’d still take them because the 20 years without them were mostly pretty fucking miserable.
I do have a mostly competent manager. I will apologize and say something to the likes you said. I will take my meds, breathe and find words and actions that will make this situation acceptable. I appreciate your words in any case.
But the dread of failure and rejection is so deep seated, it physically hurts. I stare at my problem and I know it’s transient, it’s solvable and it will be okay… And yet my body and soul react to it with a violence that is usually reserved for hearing about events in Gaza or a loved one dying. I have failed a thousend times on similar things and all my brain learned is shame and hiding. I am better now, but it’s still like a baseball bat to the gut. It’s full on fight or flight, and my body is going 100% flight and leaves the fighting for another day.
In a general sense. In the day to day business these ghouls can and will do things that will hurt their mid/long term interest because it fits their vibe or they don’t really get it/know the history.
Elon does want to lead a fascist empire, but the nonsense-ai-crypto-bazinga version in his ketamine-head, not the fairly boring but successful, actually existing empire.
Good, cheap wireless noise-cancelling headphones are one of the few legitimately wonderful technological advancements of the last 10 years. Very few things help my with my ADHD as much as these fuckers.
Annoying coworker breathing like a 400 m runner? Headphones. Loud, stressful supermarket? Headphones. The little kid downstairs throws it’s third tantrum of the day? You know it.
Cables can suck it. I will wrestle Bluetooth anyday before getting my head yanked back because I forgot my headset has a cable and i suddenly got up to get some water.
No, because that would be useful and increase safety and comfort at the cost of… basically nothing.
Volkswagen
Wait. I think some other fash was faster.
Never
“I guess, you could call it a dark soul, prepare to die edition”
“Ahhh, my eyes why is this lava so bright”
“Souls… Souls never change.”
Path of Achra
Fields of Mistria (if you’ve played enough Stardew Valley)
Undertaledeltarune
Dwarf Fortress
Balatro (probably all you need for a while)
Factorio (on a more modern chip at least)
Slay the Spire
Terraria
FF 1-6 (emulated or the remakes)