That’s the general shape of my reply when someone tries to tell me that it’s gay people or trans people or abortion or pornography that are ‘causing God to hate us’. You mean, it’s me and my husband and our trans friends, and not the hate and the murder and the greed and the privation of the downtrodden?
It’s never a productive conversation, let me tell you…
…Dumbledore asked calmly.
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If the bottom one actually worked, I wouldn’t do the top three.
…and the what?
I want to play a game like Fallout, with perhaps a light plot, but a much heavier settlement building mechanic.
Like, you found a settlement, and it’s filled with trash, debris, and burnt-out structures. As you scavenge and collect things, and attract people to your cause, the place slowly becomes cleaner and more structured. You can have settlers scavenge for themselves and fix up structures, farm for food, treat wounded, lead small armies against mutants and generally secure an area of a map, and really be able to treat the settlement as a home base.
Playing Fallout 4, I was bothered by how I could build out all these settlements, place structures and whatnot, help these people, and still no one had the sense to pick up a broom and sweep up the pile of trash in the street.
The same kind of people who don’t wash their ass because they think it would make them gay.
And here’s me about two hours away from my copy of the Star Trek: The Next Generation Technical Manual to debunk this obvious joke with a picture of all the architectural diagrams where it calls out places where one might find a head, including, IIRC, the Ready Room, of which I imagine Riker probably avails himself on the regular.
Why yes, I am fun at parties…
Every accusation is a confession.
I fall squarely into that 3-year cycle. My old iPhone 12 Pro, which is—as others would very plainly say—still pretty capable, is liable to go to my mother. My husband’s will go to one of the nieces or nephews.
For me, this “slap in the face” upgrade is shaping up to be a pretty substantial upgrade. And, I’m good with spending my money on that.
Potions that you’ll never be able to use because you keep getting nearly KO’d every other round, so only elixirs will do…
I’ve done this at Costco myself a number of times.
“Ah, I just need a bag of coffee and a thing of multivitamins. … Oh, we could use some smoked salmon. And, another bottle of Malbec. Maybe some frozen waffles… Ooh, they’re selling Amish-built sheds!”
And, then, I’m either manhandling half the store to the register, or I’m putting the stuff aside somewhere—looking a bit like one of those careless people who can’t be bothered to put stuff back—and making the walk of shame to get a cart.