If the current iteration of Mario or Mario Kart were released today without the nostalgiabait and brand recognition, they’d be the laughing stock of the industry.

This was very convenient, thanks. Now I know I can safely ignore every opinion you have on every matter.

I admire Rome in the sense of holding it in wonder and esteem, but I don’t think it was good, and if you’ll indulge me I’d like to explain more.

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I’d say I admire Rome for having such a sophisticated apparatus of state that was, at the time, found in only a couple other places in the world; and for having a really fascinating culture and absurdly robust cultural identity. It’s almost unique in that period for having its cultural identity repeatedly survive truly horrific amounts of senseless bloodshed and turmoil (though I’d personally argue Rome’s real fall began at the end of the Republic). The First Punic War, for example, saw Rome throwing away its entire treasury and 17% of its adult male population in an effort to crush Carthage, and the state didn’t collapse. Romans waged endless civil wars and insurrections, and yet Rome remained Rome through centuries of that.

However, as fascinating as that is, I don’t understand the mind of any person who can come away from Roman history without being appalled by it. Rome was dissolute, degenerate, and disgusting. Everything it accomplished actually fell far short of what could have been, because Rome was repeatedly mired in prioritizing shameless greed and sadistic cruelty above effective governance—like when the reformer Pertinax was executed by his own men, who then sold the title of Imperator at auction. But even though this obliterated any remaining illusions among the populace about the due processes of the Roman state, Rome still held together for centuries, and its dissolution was stubborn and slow. I think if you were to sum up everything about Rome in one word, it’d have to be Proud. I guess there’s just something darkly admirable about that.

“I just want to know why you have such an objection to sea lions”

Future generations will look at people who think there will be sapient general AI the same as how we today view people who thought there would be a microfiche machine in every home by now.

That’s in interesting point of view, but I was just making a joke about goats.

I think that kind of approach is pretty me-e-e-e-e-e-eh

Pot, meet kettle.

It’s top notch. Those who just want to be smol beans chilling with their chonkerinos and insist their hecking nostalgiarinos be pure as m’lady herself can go tip their fedoras on over to a private server. Make sure not to come back.

If you thought Summoning 2 or The Other One were going to be better skills, you do not know ball. It is a bona-fide Old-School skill, and the only thing incongruous about it is that it’s fun.

This is a slow and boring game and that’s part of the appeal. If you think the core gameplay loop of Sailing is boring, try doing some Fletching or Smithing without any other stimulation but the game music. If you think it’s too much like a minigame, go do some Farming, the literal Herblore minigame that was made solely to be a dailyscape chore that would increase login counts. It fits Old School better than some aspects of Old School do.

tl;dr fits OSRS like a glove, landlubbers maldin

Are they trying to look scared shitless to undermine the whole farce, or do they actively want to create a martyr? Those are the only two options that don’t require a room temperature IQ.

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Also it isn’t funny. Not in the “boo hoo that’s NOT FUNNY!” crybaby sense, but in the “99.999% of all standup comedy” sense. I’ve heard that in Foreign Lands you can’t pull a prank once the clock strikes noon, or else you are the April fool and presumably get put in a stock and pillory till sundown.

V is easily the weakest TOS movie but it at least still has interesting ideas attempted in it, unlike the completely null achievements of the Next Gen movies. It’s the sixth-best Star Trek movie by a country mile.

Who wouldn’t want to spend money on a physical reminder of Star Trek’s equivalent of The Phantom Menace?

Inb4 people come here to defend their self-righteousness. No, nephews. You made a stupid choice for stupid reasons, and it’s time to accept your core values are obnoxious and self-centered, and then shape up.

Which is really reprehensible, because if you’re going to kill someone, you need to look them in the eye as you dart past the swing of their knife and plunge your own into their chest behind the truck stop where my greyhound was refueling on that rainy night in 1991

Fake news. The rover stumbled upon a Martian bathhouse and the government is censoring all of the gay alien (or gaylien, if you will) sex. Each black rectangle is covering up the truth about Mars: that there is life there, that it’s intelligent life, that they live in a harmony beyond our understanding with what we ignorantly call a barren planet, that their thighs are quivering, that their buttholes are gaped, and that their cocks are hard and pulsating. There are rivers of jizz that we’re being cut off from for no good reason.

You need to understand that from now on, every time you see a black rectangle in an offworld photograph, there is penetration, and there is an actively progressing prostate orgasm happening as a result. You need to think about this every single time. It matters.

I just wanted to let you know I got it right away without trying, but I’m also a highly exceptional person, so there’s still no telling. I have nothing more to add.

That’s grinding on hard cocks, not waking up at 4:00 AM to run your dropshipping business and deadlift.

Ha ha “pew research”

It’s all part of the grindset.

4:00 AM: wake up
4:01 AM: ice cold shower. Use Lava soap on your entire body. Does it hurt? Good.
4:06 AM: breakfast. Blend 6 raw egg yolks, 1L scoop of Mazuri Primate Growth & Repro gorilla feed, one can of Monster Ultra Zero, and 4x the recommended creatine for your weight
4:09 AM: sprint around your house punching walls and letting out defeating kiai
4:29 AM: inject steroids
4:30 AM: lift. 120 sets of two half-reps back, arms, chest.
5:30 AM: rest 5:30:30 AM: that’s enough rest, soy boy. Legs and squats, 120 sets of two half-reps.
6:00 AM: get dressed in a Big Dogs T-shirt and jorts.
6:02 AM: leave for work. On foot. In the street. Barefoot. Take a pocket full of sparkplugs and smash the windows of every car that gets within arm’s length.
6:45 AM: arrive at office. Visit every break room and throw away any donuts or cakes you find. Inspect lunches.
7:00 AM: clock in
7:01 AM: do email. Berate everyone you come into contact with. If they haven’t made any mistakes, bring up old ones. Assert your dominance.
7:10 AM: go AWOL with an autoclicker running and hit the gym
7:11 AM: inject steroids
7:12 AM: start deadlifting. If you’re not comfortable with the weight, lift it till you are. If you’re comfortable with your weight, add more. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Make sure to throw the weight at the floor every time, don’t just drop it like a beta.
1:25 PM: leave gym. Scream as loud as you can directly into a cardio bunny’s ear on the way out.
1:30 PM: lunch. Boiled chicken with broccoli and oatmeal. You don’t eat rice anymore. Add one full bottle of Carolina reaper sauce. If you don’t use the whole bottle, put the leftovers in your fucking purse.
1:35 PM: start shitting to expel breakfast. I didn’t say go be an obedient little boy who meekly goes poopy in the toilet like society commands, be a fucking man and shit where you please without warning.
1:40 PM: use a coworker’s desk phone to call in a bomb threat to a random police station.
1:42 PM: push-ups to failure.
2:00 PM: get money. Close deals and make decisions.
3:45 PM: leave early. Tell the receptionist to clock you out later or you’ll piss in her car’s air intake again.
3:46 PM: piss in her car’s air intake anyway
3:47 PM: inject steroids
3:48 PM: start listening to the Bible in Georgian in your left ear and Wagner in your night ear, and hit the gym
3:50 PM: nude squats. Fart boisterously.
4:50 PM: leave for home.
5:35 PM: arrive home and enter through the highest window. Free climb your house to get there.
5:36 PM: start gooning
3:55 AM: go to sleep