You should, uh…reaaaaad.
You should, uh…reaaaaad.
I mean what is she supposed to do, take a riverboat to her next tour? She’s a direct result of a larger cultural fascination, not the problem itself.
Spirit of friendship? Bitch, ya’ll threaten to secede every other year.
What probably happened is Corporate overlords leadership opted for an easier-to-create game direction while also attempting to diversify the game’s base. Basically, and I may be eating my words as we learn more about the game, I’d expect them to have reduced the cost to create while also attempting to increase profit.
I base this off of other games which have attempted similar feats, and I’m not sure of a single one that was part of a larger series that has turned out well.
Unless there is some clause talking about time to receive or “only the participant”, then I would sell this thing at a fraction of the price and frolic into the sunset. Let someone else deal with the logistics, I just made an easy Mil.
I can back this, though not for a heart attack. I was foolish and never went in, twice.
My body typically runs a degree below what most of us know as the average human body temperature, though this is disputed. Some time ago I got sick. Not like sniffles and some aches, what I got brought my body into fill siege mode for a week. My temps were fluctuating from 102 into mid-104 if I made the mistake of staying covered up for too long, or sometimes just cause. I struggled to eat due to almost no appetite, though I did eat what little I could put down, and slept on-off constantly, mostly dozed. When I was awake it was constant discomfort. Just me being a human torch and downing as much fluids as I could, with a careful mixture of otc drugs. I lost 17lbs that week. Many of you are aware of how dumb I was to not bring myself to a hospital. For those of you who do not understand: My body was in a state of absolute war. Me creeping into 104° was dangerous on a level that’s difficult to grasp, especially if it stays there, god forbid if it goes up another degree. Plainly put: I got lucky. I have no idea what I had caught.
The other situation was a stomach issue caused, I’m convinced, by my body reacting very poorly to pineapple enzymes. Considering I am rather strongly physically adverse to going near pineapple now I’m sort of assuming my body knows what’s up. Anyway, I spent 4 days in and out of the bathroom, often nauseous, with commonly nothing to show for it. No matter what I did my body refused to process something. It’s like those moments where you forget how to breathe, except my stomach forgot how to process. Tums, Peptol, toast, time, heat, cold, showers, light exercise, nothing moved whatever lever some goblin pulled to cause my body to just say no regarding processing through whatever I was dealing with.
Now neither of these situations are heart attacks. Point is, they don’t have to be. Our bodies are remarkably resilient and modern medicine understands this. We have developed advanced medical techniques that, with few exceptions, exist largely to give our bodies time to figure shit out. So just go. Even if it’s no more than a quick consultation and $100 for someone to say “You’re probably not going to die.” cause fuck me if it wouldn’t have helped me in both these situations.
Must be owned by the cousins of Boeing.
They can cheer for whomever they wish. What you do mean much more than what people think of you.
Had me in the first half. My thumbs were really revving up.
I’m sorry that’s a red flag. Some of us honestly just want to share what excites us with the person(s) who we are excited to be around.
In this thread: A lot of misconceptions and more than a few poorly thought out comments.
Also in this thread: Identifying the need to restructure the current standard before car usage can be realistically reduced by large amounts.
Whoaaa now, you know that’s still experimental. Last time we tried they started complaining about chemtrails.
Oh I promise you that isn’t the point.
Why are you downplaying voting? Yes, organizing strikes and many years ago larger movements created opportunities to pass monumental bills. Yet, there have been SO many laws and discussions since then that did not involve some form of violence or shutdown of some port. By voting together we can enact change. We create it through one voice. Even if our desires are different in the moment, we all want a better life. Why not take every advantage we can to make one?
They wake up angry. Can’t help it if they’re not morning people when they keep claiming all day, every day is morning.
They get away with it because they’re loud and the rest of us largely are not. Moreover, the majority don’t take this seriously, and haven’t for years, not until recently. It’s not just the courts, it’s also on us. I like to use COVID as an example: Anti-Vaccine and no-maskers ran rampant. For the most part we did nothing. There’s always going to be danger. It’s always gonna suck.
This has been slowly changing. I just fear it’s too late.
Yeah, but…that sounds like effort. Much easier to slap a stabby bit on the end of a stick and only occasionally accidentally kill a random goat.
There were other ways to successfully play base Skyrim??
Two final things: If you do accidentally speak over the judge apologize and admit your mistake.
On that same vein, be honest, especially with simple responses. We hear mostly about the bad judges in the system. Reality is most are fine and will treat you fairly, if you treat them and the court with respect.
Unless it’s Dark Souls 2 wherein you mash a couple buttons after being knocked down or rolling and manage to queue up your binoculars perfectly. This, in turn, allows you to get a really splendid look at your enemy’s grimacing face as he shoves a rather vicious and often seriously pointy metal object up your ass. All the while you’re frantically trying to roll away and accidentally toss back a flask. This manages to save you from an untimely demise until you notice that you backed up a little too much and that dude waiting to ambush took one last drag from his cigarette, flicked it away, and proceeded to club your head like he was Babe Ruth after a particularly hearty breakfast.
Then on the way back to your souls some asshole named “Forsworn” gets in your way. God only knows what his problem is.