It wasn’t terrible for what it was. I just remember being let down after years of listening to my best friend’s other friend telling me all of these promises he had fully subscribed to. It all sounded too good to be true, but both us and the industry itself were too young to have experienced overpromises like that. I thought maybe I just didn’t know how far technology had come, and we were about to see it fully manifest in all its glory…

But what we got was a fuck load of bloom and a few branching choices. And a marriage system that let you be gay. I definitely made my guy gay. Well, not at first. At first I married the barber because I thought I’d get free haircuts. That didn’t work. So I made my guy gay.

Guns and football seem pretty gay to me…

It has to be ego. I set my ego aside constantly and try to be open minded, and I am very open minded, but sometimes in privacy it’s just so goddamn big for no fucking reason… Like when rehashing a 10-year-old argument in the shower.

There are a few new missing persons reports on (what were) the last twelve remaining good people on the planet. The rest of us are down here jacking off in the bathroom with the fan on because parenthood has made it increasingly difficult (and way too risky) to do it in front of a computer.

Somethingsomethingsomething UNATCO? 😶

It really is something else. I should probably acquire one.

Oh, that is fancy, by the sound of it… (and absolutely correct!)

Google says they were produced between 1991 and 2003, so it checks out. I’ve also confirmed the “Community Stainless” stamp on the back for authenticity. She’s a genuine Oneida Cantata.

Oneida: a member of an Indigenous people originally inhabiting what is now upper New York State, one of the five peoples comprising the original Iroquois confederacy.

Cantata: a medium-length narrative piece of music for voices with instrumental accompainment, typically with solos, chorus, and orchestra.

These elves were from up-state New York.

My wife and I made the 32-hour drive to surprise my parents years back in 2018. I hadn’t been home to visit for quite some time after having moved out of country. While there, I came across a particular fork that I realized I had favored my entire life and had all but forgotten about after moving away. It was completely unlike the other (albeit somewhat mismatched) forks in their collection. It featured four slightly shorter, slightly sharper tines, seperated in the center by a wider, deeper gap than found between the rest of them, and with fancier metalwork along the handle. As I held that trusty piece in my hand, I felt as though I had been reunited with something I never realized I had lost. It was like having a mannerism pointed out that you didn’t realize you’ve been doing, but have grown hyper-aware of it now. This was my fork. This was an extension of myself practically worthy of a name.

So I took it. Unapologetically. I simply informed my parents that I had found my fork, and then I took it. I carried it 1,794 mi (2,410 km) back to where she belonged, and I’ve used that fork nearly every evening of my life ever since, for the past 6 or 7 years.

This is her here. Look upon her gently. See how she glints in the light… They say that the elves have a special word for her, though I’ve never heard it spoken… But I know how it sounds in my heart.

I couldn’t get my brother over the new user hump, and he’s way more technically inclined that I am in many ways. I build PCs (he doesn’t), but he runs things like Tor and Linux, dual boots, etc. He’s also more politically left than I am, at least through overall experience (he actively canvased for Bernie and such). He’s the reason I even got into politics and learned that I’m a leftist. He hates the same things I do about reddit, so I thought for sure that he would click with Lemmy.

But it sounds like he inadvertently joined one of the bad instances and wound up being defederated pretty early on during the post-migration fiasco. I don’t think he fully understood what was going on, and wound up leaving due to the negative experience and perceived censorship. Kind of a bummer. I tried to get him to join a new instance but he didn’t want to go through the trouble of setting everything up, I guess.

He was very much in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was beating my meat to Natalya’s (Goldeneye 64) cone-shaped tits at age 10. It may have been arguably better for me than jerking off to droves of actual tits.

…Not that I wasn’t doing that also…

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This is a great point. I am also like this both in real life and on the internet. I don’t leave bad reviews. I only leave good ones when they are merited. My wife and I once found a bad review on Badlands National Park for the site being “too hot”.

This is exactly how Eric Barone felt, despite knowing in his heart that he had made something special to him. This is how he thought Stardew Valley would he received. The general gaming community are such cunts.

That’s honestly a shame, because (despite no longer playing) I came to Turtle WoW fresh out of Classic, and was blown away by how expansive and canon the experience felt. They expanded the game outward, not upward. I remember the Durotar starting zone had more details throughout, with immersive touches like orcish warriors training/drilling in the Valley of Trials. It was everything I wished Classic could have been. Blizzard (thinking they know better than the players as always) couldn’t be fucked to even entertain Classic+, and gave us whatever half-baked trash Season of Discovery was, with a congratulatory self pat on the back as though they did something innovative.

Fuck Blizzard. Turtle WoW outdid them long ago.

What?! That’s terrible! How?! How can I replicate that so that I don’t accidentally do it?!

I’ve heard The Walking Dead comics are actually quite solid, and differ substantially from the TV series. I’d love to see a faithful animation adaptation done in comic-style art.

I try to, but I never actually reach unconsciousness until I inevitably get cold and pull the sheets or blanket over my body to some degree. I find that on particularly hot nights, it’s enough to drape a sheet over my waist, so long as my feet are outside.

Nah. My wife snores like hell, but I can’t fall asleep when she isn’t there.

Haven’t heard of the novel. Only the notoriously shitty movie that Trevor Moore and Zach Cregger made way back.

There is no reason to play anything on Nintendo systems other than Bassin’s Black Bass with Hank Parker for SNES. This is the single greatest fishing game ever created, and still holds the #1 spot even today. Not to be confused with Super Black Bass, which is the inferior earlier version of this game. Super Black Bass is for Mormons.