The individual desires judgment. Without that desire, the cohesion of groups is impossible, and so is civilization.
The need to be observed and understood was once satisfied by God. Now we can implement the same functionality with data-mining algorithms.
You will soon have your God - and you will make it with your own hands.
Turn based RPGs ain’t doing that bad. I mean, BG3 was the hype in the last year or so…
The only true way to enjoy FoNV is with a stealth suit, all the way. Totally not because I’m addicted to MedX I swear.
Wizardry 8 will always be a part of my life.
To be fair, doing my work around the house after worktime at 7PM weekdays is also not going to be very popular.
This DLC made reconsider a few things: never thought I’d love a toaster this much, for one.
Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter.
Evidence shows such “rules” are ripe for abuse though. Let’s keep tourists in hotels. That system worked for decades without outpricing locals.
Ah, it was mostly to your point that renting out rooms is fine as long as it’s supervised/closely looked at. Renting out to tourists is bad in my opinion, flat out. Tourists should be lodged at dedicated buildings (hotels/hostels) and the rest should be for local populace.
Greatly reducing tourism would also go a long way in meeting climate goals, too.
If the aim is to curb overtourism and to fix the housing crisis then no, it’s still not fine.
Squire’s ads are better than the actual vids of some other YTers…
There’s some ageless classics. HoMM3 came out 25 years ago and is still pretty much the top of its genre. Freespace2 more or less shut down the spacesim genre 25 years ago, as well…
Not to rain on this parade, but the EU took forever to sanction even fucking russia, and even that never became a complete cut in trade.
Any game that makes people actually move is good in my book.
Lemmy being lemmy.
Maybe he’s still waiting in the respawn queue.
I’m not OP, but I can certainly give you my story from Hungary. Not USSR in name, but USSR enough for the distinction to be moot.
Story starts with parents and grandparents. They were around when the soviets put Rákosi into power. He installed communism - everything belongs to the people! Including our fucking house. My grandparents often retold how police came one night, told them their house now belongs to another family, and they were told to get lost by morning. They could bring whatever they could carry with them, but they had to leave all the farming equipment, all the animals, pretty much all their belongings behind. The few hectars of land and our animals all belonged to the Producer’s Union anyway, we lost all rights to them virtually overnight.
Not that it mattered. The things you produced? Since everything belongs to the people, police would come and take away whatever quota the party set that year. Even if we produced it, it’s not ours after all. We may or may not got some of it back, depending on what the allocations were set. Usually not - famines got common, becuase noone cared too much about their work if it got taken away anyway. It got so bad that the good communist people people revolted against Rákosi.
Then came Kádár. I actually lived in that system. Shortages were commonplace. At the start things were strictly planned (later on they opened up to allowing people to work for their own benefit… strictly after they put in their required hours at their workplace, though). There were five year plans, though for what I know, those were mostly for propaganda. But since there wasn’t a free market, the planning bureau would decide how many tractors, shoes, bread etc would be produced. Well, this never worked out well. If you wanted to buy fruits, toilet paper, anything, you would need someone to tell you when the shipment would come. Then you got in line early and hoped the stock wouldn’t run out by the time you got your turn. And you bought whatever you could, because if you had excess toilet paper and your neighbour had none, you could barter for something you needed.
We wanted a car. So we applied at the state car dealership (Merkúr). We paid upfront, waited a year… and got a totally different brand of car in a different colour. We were furious, so we demanded our money back and purchased a second hand Lada Samara from someone in town. It still wasn’t what we wanted, but I’d have rather burnt my money than give it to Merkúr at that point. Turns out the Lada Samara 1300S was a great car though, I shouldn’t have sold it like twenty years later :(
We wanted to build a house. Only everything was in short order. We had to drive three-four towns away, buying bricks and ceramic tiles left and right until we had enough that we could start construction. We didn’t build what we wanted; we could’ve paid for it, but we had to build whatever we managed to find in stock around.
Now I know people called us the “happiest barracks” because say Caucescu in Romania was way worse… but people who are so fond of actual socialism should remember that our people were risking getting shot to escape this system.
Fallout 3 part 2! newvegas
This trailer is absolutely brilliant