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World building and character development add value exponentially. The only way I can commit to any long form media is if I feel like I'm going to have the chance to really immerse myself in the world and sympathise with the characters. If anything, my preference for a series over a movie stems from the anxiety of wasting 2 hours on something underdeveloped. It seems better to invest a movie's worth of time just setting up a premise that I can then truly enjoy over several more hours of story telling in a world that feels real and complex.

The prospect of leaving behind a man's corpse if I were to die now.

Hmmmm this post was obviously directed at me specifically and is supposed to imply that I have poor reading comprehension and humiliate me in front of all my fellow lemmings.

Haven TKL in e–white with the gold PVD plate, SW x Haimu MP Tactile switches, Wuque Studio Aurora Pink stabs, and GMK Pâtisserie keycaps. Sigh...

But muh puddles! Night City is nothing without those gorgeous, mirror–like puddles.

Maximise your RTX performance with this one crazy hack!

Ray traced reflections: on
Ray traced everything else: off

ｃｕｔｅ ａｎｄ ｆｕｎｎｙ

Ooh boy, a billion children are about to have a rough night.

Cool. Yet another thread where all the versions of myself have spoken before I even got here.

My parents have a spoon that's shaped a bit like a cockle shell. I noticed this at 4 years old, and I remember my mother tempting me to eat things by offering it with "the shell spoon". I obliged when she did this, not because I was tempted by the shell spoon, but because it made me feel a certain way each time she offered. Not quite an appreciation of her thoughtfulness, but rather the dread of a tragic scenario in which she was unable to tempt me with an object she thought I liked. And the truth is that I didn't really like it. The edges of the shell were very sharp, so each mouthful felt like dragging two dull blades across my lips.

I would never let on that I didn't like the spoon, because I couldn't bear the thought of her feeling like she had failed me. The dreams in which my mother tried but failed to rescue me from various perilous situations were distressing enough. In my desperation to assure her that the ways she expressed love hadn't gone unnoticed, I did all sorts of things I didn't much want to, and feigned enthusiasm for things I considered banal.

To this day, when I open my parents' cutlery drawer and see that spoon, my heart sinks. No one will ever use it, I get sad every time I look at it, but I can't bear the thought of anyone throwing it away.

There is nothing emotionally healthy about the shell spoon.

Phone does a bling.
omg reply from Smorty!
Heart does a massive backflip
oh shit did I say something stupid?
Comment describes me as confident
o no that's a nice way of saying I'm a stuck–up arrogant biiiitch... noooooo

And that ^^ is how confident I am. Honestly though, I understand realface isn't the norm around here, and it's only because of a personal goal to become more comfortable being seen that I do so myself. Plus every time I change it, it's because I've become so disgusted and ashamed of the last one that I just have to.

Anyway I do respect your decision to never reveal a true face, but for what it's worth, providing that picture of Ash as a reference does nothing to rebuff the insinuation that you are very cute.

I like how the video title subtly corrects the article title. "Okay, first of all, it was just his body that dissolved, so jot that down."