Circus elephants are better trained than politicians that use that animal as the symbol of their party.
Wild elephants are too polite for the comparison and I will not refer to them as ‘clowns’ because that’s an insult to the noble and honorable art of clowning.
“you’re so delulu” “#schizoposting” “narc abuse” “the intrusive thoughts won” “microdosing on delusion” “when the voices tell me to” “she’s definitely dissociating” oh my god please shut up please shut the fuck up
you’re not “delulu” you just have a crush on someone. “taylor swift is dissociating singing this song look how sad she is” i do not think you know what dissociation is. “the intrusive thoughts won” intrusive thoughts don’t “win” that’s not what an intrusive thought is. please shut the fuck up
i dont know if my tone is getting lost or if people are just insensitive but this is a serious post. these things are ableist and i promise whatever joke ur making in my notes is not funny and is just ableist and annoying 👍
The capitalists that come out of the woodworks to say anti-capitalists are “pessimistic” or “refuse to see the good in people” because they think capitalism is inherently harmful are so funny to me. THEY’RE the ones claiming that without capitalism the world will die out because no one will work and that without government people will be murdering each other in the streets.
Like, sorry Bestie but I choose to give humanity the benefit of the doubt and say that we are naturally cooperative and caring towards each other, and that we naturally want to do things and make the world better. My ideology says the system is setting us up for failure and we can break out of it, yours is saying that without the system humans would fuck everything up. Which of us is seeing the worst in people?
Hope you don’t mind @orc-sign-language but I think these tags are very important for people to understand why AAA games and their companies are under a lot of backlash and most games are copy-paste
art made with profit as the sole motivation will always suck ass
one of my favourite running themes in bsd, is the power of gay male partnership. like you and the guy you’re psychosexually obsessed with can truly change the world. anyways happy pride month asagiri
does anybody remember when ship names would be changed depending on who they thought topped. that shit was so funny just a BRUTAL civil war between a group that ships the same characters but cannot agree on who takes it up the ass
(They also fixed the bug where you have to break up with Gale to be with someone else even if you aren’t dating him.)
My strongest memory of the original Baldur’s Gate is softlocking in the prologue on my very first playthrough because it turns out that the Infinity Engine 1.0 has no mechanism for scripted cutscenes and no “essential NPC” flag, so if the game needs one NPC to kill another NPC it just makes them fight each other in-engine, with dice rolls and everything, and it’s completely possible for the wrong NPC to win.
Looking over these patch notes, it’s clear that certain traditions have been honoured.
people wanting men to wear crop tops and then being grossed out at happy trails. you fool thats the point of men wearing crop tops
This reminds me that some people in Slovakia want men to be “masculine” as if the traditional Detva kroj wasn’t just a crop top with some neat pants
Like, look at this. Take a look.
Tell me that this guy doesn’t serve. Now shut up and let boys wear whatever they want
The male kroje do not nearly get enough attention anywhere and it’s a fucking shame because these things are iconic and should be brought back to fashion yesterday
My favourite thing from jan Misali’s toki pona tutorial series is when they spent a whole episode going through all the guidelines for tokiponising people’s names, and concluded that ultimately people’s names in toki pona should be whatever they prefer, and followed that up with “this is also true in english btw”. I think about that all the time.
toki pona is like if you wanted to make a language, but gave yourself the same restraints as a game designer trying to fit an entire game onto an NES cartridge
Absolutely not a new observation but i love that the toki pona word for animal, “soweli,” is written like this
fuck man that sure is
i showed this post to my boyfriend last time i saw it (because hes a linguistics nerd in general and a toki pona nerd in specific) and i am delighted to inform everyone that all the words for various types of animals are little fuckin dudes
remember that episode of icarly where they signed a deal to promote shoes that ended up being terrible, but they couldnt back out of the contract, so they found a loophole and said all the things terrible about the shoes in a positive way? thats how youtubers promoting raid shadow legends sound half the time
thinking about the time they sent me a seven year old autistic patient to investigate if he was suffering abuse because in every psychological test he kept drawing awful monsters
and I start the consultation already miserable as fuck and I give the kid some pen and paper so I can maybe communicate and see what’s on his mind
and then I go WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND I KNOW THOSE MONSTERS
turns out the kid just had a special interest in Five Nights at Freddy’s
I pointed at the monster and went “That’s Freddy!” and I’ve never seen a kid that ecstatic in my life
the mom looked at me as if her son and I belonged at the same satanic cult and that’s why I knew the names of the demons in his head
I wrote back to psychologist like “I’m not sure how to explain this but looking up five nights at freddys might bring you progress with this patient”
at some point the nurses realized the autistic children and I were like, Really Vibing
so they decided to highkey just appoint all of them to my day and it took me almost a month to realize that the fact that I kept arriving and finding that all of today’s appointments were autistic children was Not A Coincidence
anyway this one time there was a kid who was really into christianity but it was like, specifically angels
so I’m trying to start up a conversation with him and I ask what he’s reading and he goes “do you know what a nephilim is”
and like for one hellish second my soul is suckerpunched out of my body and thrown straight into supernatural-fanfic-on-wattpad hell, and then I reassume control of my flesh prison, ignoring the mental edits of Dean and Castiel making out, and go “Aren’t those the guys who are half human and half angel?”
and the kid was so fucking happy but the mom was staring at me like ‘why are you privy to this bit of occult jesus lore’
and my heathen lesbian of a self just looks at her and goes
Your long and arduous journey has led you to this, the final confrontation. You thought you knew what to expect, but just as you struck the final blow, your ultimate foe’s eyes gleamed with unnatural light as they proclaimed…
You’ve talked before about designing a game around a stupid dice trick, but I’ve never seen the principle illustrated so clearly!
I noticed that the game is strictly GM-less, even though there’s an obvious way to run it with a GM. Is that to make each form feel distinct, since mechanically they’re all identical?
Your games usually spend more time identifying who has the right and responsibility for describing the outcomes of events - is that absent here because it’s a first draft, or because the game is strictly mechanical, and therefore it doesn’t matter who describes why (for example) a particular strike failed?
I feel like a few words should be devoted to discussing how to close out the game - what happens when you *do* reach the final form?
If you Buff your own Poison, does it still make you Critical/Down?
In order:
The game’s whole structure is built around making the rotating-GM conceit as seamless as possible; there are better ways to handle most of this stuff when that’s not a requirement. The absence of any mechanically significant choices to make when handing off the Final Boss role is part of that strict prioritisation of seamless transitions – any means of mechanically distinguishing one form from another would need to respect that.
The text actually does explicitly identify who has narrative authority over the outcomes of particular actions – there’s a little blurb to that effect at the end of each section.
The fact that the not-even-my-final-forms could notionally go on forever is also part of the central gag. I couldn’t think of a good way to incorporate a true Final Form phase without undermining the bit; I’m sure one exists, but eh… it’s a first draft.
No, it does not – I’ll edit the original post to clarify that presently.
If you’re cursed and roll triples but they’re your highest number, does the phase still end or do you have to discard the triple?
As written, you’d discard the triple before resolving the effects of the Strike action.
For anyone who is unaware, MAP means “minor attracted person” though this is nothing but a false name Pedophiles use in attempt to weasel their way into the Queer community. If you see anyone using this flag, block them and report them if you can.
@raregmancandies G-Man does actually have a canon laugh! Here is the cut laugh from EP1, courtesy of the Beta Archives. (Brilliant website if you’re into cut Valve content like me!)
every once in a while i’ll randomly get hit with the fact that i’m like. an actual animal that just got really lucky in the brains department. and then i’ll go back to eating my popcorn like a lizard
Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and that’s all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:
“I’ve had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I’m still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, ‘Will you help me?’ I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can’t always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.
And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.
When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I’m glad of that, happy l’ve done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web…
but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.
I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:
Fictional characters are objects.
They are not people. You cannot “objectify” them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot “disrespect” them, because they are not real.
An equal and opposite truth:
The actors, directors, writers, etc that create this characters are people.
They are real. They exist independent of the characters and your opinions. You have no right to them, their opinions, or their relationships. They have no responsibility to you. You cannot force them to follow your fantasy.
Aliens have captured you, and placed you in one of their nature preserves. However, they have sorely miscalculated on two issues: The amount of calories needed to keep a persistence predator sated, and the lethality/brutality of a hangry human.
first alien scientist in hover car: i don’t understand, all these creatures thrived together in the original environment, why is it eating them to extinction here?
second alien scientist: maybe we should add more crayfish? it ate the whole population in one sitting, that was kind of a surprise.
me, without looking up from scraping a caribou hide: i can hear you, assholes.
alien scientists: (staring)
me: yeah, i learned your language. you keep sitting there talking about me like i can’t hear you, that’s gonna happen.
first scientist: fascinating. we knew you were arguably sentient, but… (making notes)
second scientist: why are you eating everything? your food requirement in your home environment was less than half this.
me: i didn’t have to catch it myself, you idiots! you yoinked me out of the middle of a camping trip! i bought all that food at a store! i bought my CLOTHES at a store. i bought my BEDDING at a store. I DID NOT HAVE TO KILL MY OWN TENT.
me, finally looking up, shaking a flint knife at them: what the hell kind of scientists could go to earth and not notice the dominant species lives in cities? did you just swoop by in a hurry and grab everything out of the park without looking?
scientists: (silence)
me: … oh my god.
scientists: we’re grad students.
I need this as a film.
The aliens submit their research on the human species, and their captive human (having learned to read their language because students cannot keep paperwork in order) Submits their own counter-critique of their study from having lived it.
The human subject is also granted a degree. It is not honorary.
Years ago back when I worked in cubicle land, we were hiring junior software developers. They didn’t have to have a ton of experience, just a willingness to learn, and some demonstration of their software skills. Like: show me a program you wrote (any language) or a web site you designed. Anything.
And there was this one guy I talked with who seemed super sharp, but had virtually zero experience writing software. When it came time to do the show-n-tell part of the interview he whips out his laptop, brings up a website, and spins it around to show me what he made.
A website of tiny ceramic frogs.
Not for sale. Just… all these ceramic frogs, organized into categories. Frogs on bicycles, frogs with hats, frogs sitting on lily pads. It was a virtual museum of ceramic frogs in web form.
I scrolled through his online collection of frogs, slightly baffled.
“This is your website?” I asked finally.
“Yep!”
“You coded this yourself?” I popped into view-source mode and poked around some incredibly well-formatted, well-commented html. I nodded slowly. This guy was meticulous.
“Yep!”
“So… where’d all the frogs come from?”
“I made those too,” he says, beaming.
And while I’m processing this he rummages in his bag and pulls out a little ceramic frog working at a computer terminal. He places it on the table before us, next to the laptop.
“And THIS one,” he says, “I made for you! As a thank you for the interview.”
It was adorable. I hired him on the spot. I mean, why not? Worst case he’d wash out in 90 days and we’d hire somebody else. He turned out to be one of the best developers on our team.
And yes, his cubicle was loaded with ceramic frogs.
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