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One of the things i greatly appreciate about Disco Elysium is that your character MUST BE FLAWED. You literally cannot make a version of Harry that is good at everything. There aren't enough skill points. It really is a game about the fundamental imperfection of the human condition.
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hehehehe got a new laptop. All the bits are replaceable. It's designed from the frame up to be easy to service. Each part has a little OR code on it that takes you to a guide on how to replace it. Just put Fedora on this bad boy and feeling UNSTOPPABLE. I am ARMED. With a SCREWDRIVER and a USB DRIVE. FEAR ME, MORTALS.
Schooner Race, somewhere north of Thimble Shoal
There are many things I love about Cyberpunk 2077, but talking a car out of committing suicide is both extremely unexpected and yet somehow quite touching.
(the car does call you a cunt though. rude.)
Only in the The Terror fandom could we have porn that's somehow completely unerotic. I've read not one, not two, bu three fics in the last day in which the sex was not only mean, but downright unpleasant to read. I'm impressed.
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Now you see, the problem with having a very confused sexuality that even I don't really understand is that I see a pretty girl at the Christmas party, and I'm a little tipsy so maybe I start getting a little handsy, and she's into, and I'm into it, and we trade numbers and whatever.
And then the next morning I wake up and go "Man what would I have done if she'd tried to come home with me??" (because this morning, sober, the idea of having sex sounds terrible and awful and like something I never want to do again)
my beloved and I are lying in bed. I am writing a piece of fanfic which is 50% existential crisis and 50% filthy filthy smut.
He is working out the angle of the wind to his boat with his hands and murmuring about fathoms while playing Tall Ship Simulator.
what do you mean I have to work when all I want to do is wrap myself in a big blanket and maybe read some ancient tomes and scribble notes while drinking hot tea in front of a fire
