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I shifted and I was alone. No One was there after weeks of trying. No Meg. No Stewie. No Chris. No Brian. No Mom and No Dad.

Guy who creates a new sockpuppet account every time he sees a post about LatAm with the sole purpose of embodying the strawman above:

Most of the world didn't have consoles as their primary gaming platforms, they had computers. The Video Game Crash was an NA thing, in fact some rather important games and systems came out durring the crash (Elite in 84, the Famicom in 83 for example).

The Sega Saturn did well in Japan, the N64 was a distant 3rd outside the US. PC gaming was still relevent after the PS2 in various countries, epecially those with Computer Cafe cultures and strong PC Modding Scenes.

Xbox was not that popular outside Anglo countries, outside of the 360, due to the PS3's price. A lot of countries were never that interested in nintendo due to the cost of import + being harder to pirate.

And if you also hadn't heard of her go read this because uhh... Holy Shit

This story sounds like it could have been a brilliant exploration of gender and warfare and violence but instead it was attacked by people who didn't know how to confront a story that made them uncomfortable, and the author faced horrible consequences.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

you should know that the kind of people I associate with have very strong opinions about animated movies and Dr Seuss adaptations

In a world where fluid is king, the arid lands are a rough place to be. Landscapes defined by heat and dryness, their precious liquids locked and hidden. Some call for deep digging to reach such treasures, others have a rare oasis or two, while there are those that require incredible adaptations to squeeze out what little drops exist. Those used to a cushy life of temperate climate and plentiful fluids would call such areas "uninhabitable," but they couldn't be farther from the truth. Life is tough and adaptable, and even the dustiest of dunes has its fair share of creatures that call it home. The Humors are wondrous things, but the Constitutions also prove that you don't need fluid to make things work. The humans that live in these places are proof of that. They live long and happy lives like everyone else, there are just some changes to how they do things. Same goes for the beasts that dwell there. In fact, it is this adaptability and hardiness that makes some arid species more appealing to man than those from other regions. The solviator is an excellent example, a creature from the hot and dry biomes that is widely used and beloved.

The solviator is a large arachnid that lives in a variety of arid climates, found in osteo wastes, dandruff deserts, scablands, dermal steppes and the like. After the species has been domesticated, they can be found in even more biomes. Those with sharp eyes will be able to see some similarities in their anatomy, leading to the correct guess that the solviator is a relative to the archaca. This species, however, is much larger, possessing longer legs and a distinct hump (when it has it, of course). The hump on its back is a storage organ that allows the solviator to stockpile resources while the going is good. It is filled with fats and fluids, growing into its hump shape when the solviator is able to regularly feed or gorge itself on the rare occasion. This organ then slowly "deflates" during lean times, as the spider draws the resources out to survive in harsh areas. Folks may note a second hump on the creature, yet this one does not serve the same purpose. In fact, it is just an extension of the abdomen and nothing more. But if you go to the other end of the abdomen, you will find the spinnerets turned into an udder, like the archaca, and from here silken Milk is secreted.

Solviators are omnivores, especially since the arid lands are not a constant buffet. Food can be sparsely scattered across the landscapes, calling for long trips between meals. In such scenarios, it is best to be able to eat whatever you come across, as skipping dinner could mean starving to death before finding an alternative. Lots of their diet comes from vegetation and growths, their powerful mandibles able to crush hard rinds and handle spiny protrusions. When it comes across carrion, those same jaws are great for dried hide and bone. Solviators change their feeding preferences and rates depending on their environment and food availability. In times of plenty, they will graze like other livestock, but when things are scarce they will strip plants and carcasses down to nothing to get every last bit of nutrients. Of course, in such a harsh landscape, a big juicy arachnid like them would be a prime target. Yet they are not an easy meal. Solviators can bite, kick and spit, suddenly switching from placid grazer to ornery bruiser in a second. They don't go down without a fight, and when they are in herds, their companions are quick to come to their aid.

Due to their ability to live in rough environments and go without food and fluid for long periods of time, the solviator is a favorite choice for any people that live in similar situations. They serve as pack animals, mounts and livestock, with certain breeds favored for certain jobs. Folks choose a solviator for traveling when they need to go on long treks though arid biomes. Their hardiness and ability to last long with little resources have even made them liked in environments that are more hospitable. Their ability to produce silk Milk is also appreciated, as it grants the rider food during the trip. That same liquid is prized when they are raised as livestock, one of the many products they provide. Butchering a solviator grants one meat, chitin, coarse hair and a nice fatty hump. For obvious reasons, the hump is the favorite part for many, a decadent treat that is packed with nutrients. Raisers of these arachnids will always feed them well before the day of slaughter comes, wanting the hump to be as big as it can be. The hairy chitin is used in creating desert gear, while the mandibles are often fashioned into tools.

Though they can be food or workers, there are plenty of locals in their regions that view them as prized pets. They are not just some dirty beast of burden, folks take pride in keeping them healthy and pretty. Like how some people in the land of gold get fancy with their Saddleback oliphants, the solviator has a similar following. If you are riding through town on one, you certainly want to look good doing it! Being nice and friendly with your Solviator is also good, because getting on their bad side is a recipe for misery. They spit, kick and bite, and with jaws like those, you can easily lose fingers to an ornery arachnid. And though they can be stubborn at times, or even a little mean, the solviator is not a rabid animal that attacks anything that moves. They don't chase down people, they don't eat people and they don't spit acid. Such claims are tall tales from outsiders who besmirch a foreign creature they know little about. That or such myths are used to play up the inhospitable nature of these far off places, acting like they are terrible death pits full of dangers and savage beasts, which is then used as an excuse by outsiders to apply such traits to the people who live there as well.

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found the post. to be fair to them. not the most egregious thing said on this post, but they did endorse the rest of it so.

ignoring "horny frat boys" being an insane way to describe percy, byron, and polidori, not to mention poor fucking claire lmao. theres a pervasive issue of people really wanting mary shelley's life and career to be a story of a woman being greatly underestimated and silenced by her (male) peers but persevering nonetheless and this idea is generally pushed in popular culture and by some ill informed biographers to the point that it is just no longer reflective of her actual experiences. i think people forget a lot that mary shelley existed in radical circles that, while not devoid of misogyny, had moved past the idea that women shouldn't have opinions and be writing and have lives outside of their relationships with men and who certainly were not discouraging her from pursuing a career in writing. she was deeply admired for being the daughter of wollstonecraft and godwin and then as a writer in her own right, and i think its sad that this idea that she was discouraged from pursuing writing by the men in her life, especially by her husband, is so pervasive because one of the most interesting things about her social group to me is the creative relationships built among them. people joke a lot that percy shelley is just remembered as the wife of the author of frankenstien as a diss on him but everything he is on record saying about her work implies that he would be fucking honored. they had a deep creative partnership and mutual admiration for one another's work that was much stronger than even their romantic relationship and its deeply frustrating how that is often disregarded and put down because people are so fixated on this stereotype of how they think 19th century women should exist that they dont let themselves engage with what her life was actually like.