

…what the fuck?
i’m a turtle


…what the fuck?


Hi, I have attention-deprived homosexual disaster disorder, and I medicate with extreme amounts of caffeine.


Really? You want to post slop on Lemmy? That’s what went through your brain? That’s what you considered a good enough idea that you’d execute it?


Today on Horde Kitchen I’m gonna teach you how to make hot moldy cheese while being attacked on all sides relentlessly. Now, you’re gonna need to find a microwave, and once you do, slap that rotten cheese on in there and set it to high. Don’t mind the smell, it’s killing the audience around you as fast as it’s choking you out. Now when your cheese is cooked, cook it again. You can make cheese out of anything: sunglasses, keys, bracelets, if it’s food or spelled with the same alphabet food is spelled with, you can make cheese out of it. Oops, I just got touched by a random goblin who fell off the cliff I was standing next to. Until next time, on Horde Kitchen!


A former friend of mine voice acted in Borderlands 3. The moment I heard their voice I shut the game off and sold the disc back to the store, a long time ago.
In a way, they spared me a lot of boredom. I like to think I put those abruptly-refunded hours into Clair Obscur.
No, Tanis, you put them into a ton of failed Megabonk runs that you got slightly ticked off at, so the net effect emotionally was basically the same.
I want to shit as effortlessly as Trump, but with control.


Yeah, you’re right, even when people have hit rock bottom, they’ll just get a more powerful subterranean speed-tunneller.


We play games because they’re stories and challenges put forth by other humans that look interesting.
Even if a slop machine put together a cohesive game involving metaphor and emotions, it’s still not human and it still won’t be played and enjoyed. It would ring hollow, just like AI sound files that try to approximate human music.


I did just win against the intro AI in SETI, but it was a challenge. I’m gonna have to internalize more of how this works.


I really wish I could sit down and engage with the heavier stuff in my collection, but it comes to me with much difficulty.
Currently, as we speak, I’m playing SETI—kind of a slow-burn research builder where alien life gets discovered. It’s a lot of brain load though.

However, I know that I’m in a precarious spot. With the brain damage I’ve already sustained, if I’m not pushing my brain as hard as I can, it’ll start falling apart.
Don’t have strokes, kids.
I wish I could understand Stellaris.


Downvotes aren’t recorded. They don’t add up to anything. Be a shit troll all you want, but in the end you’re just spinning your wheels.


Oh no… she’s basically me.
She deserves great things and the biggest hug.


Cause they need to, man. Next hero comes down the hall expecting dancing fuckin’ skeletons to whack, what else are they gonna do? Their union contract guarantees them good pay, calcium paste, and a continuous supply of puppet strings. Let ‘em do their jobs. They’re tired, man.


So, what, we use the materials from Mitch McConnell’s phylactery and use them to reinforce hers? Sounds like a plan, let’s do it. Exhume-a-zoom-zoom!


Of course, this is your only post so you’re prolly just advertising to us.
In that case, eat a dick.


You may want to consider playing a game that’s less psychologically abusive. Games with “energy” and timers that dictate that you play on their schedule, not yours, games with tiers of premium currency, games that demand you participate for events or miss out; these dark patterns are harmful to the psychological health, and you would do to walk away from this and play a game that respects your time, your availability, your effort, and your wallet.


Ah fuck.
Well, they’re not immune to getting killed.


Disable faceID and secure your phone with a strong alphanumeric pin (which can include spaces to make it easy to remember) of at least thirty characters before going into any sort of situation where you know henchmen will be.
If henchmen get the drop on you and you’re not prepared, then ideally keep a six-digit pin at all times. It’ll be easier to get into, but it’ll still take them lots of work.


I actually use mine as a disability aid. My motor control isn’t the best so it’s good just to call out for light and heat adjustments.
But I’ve long since come to terms with the fact that if ICE or whoever wanted to come bust me down, there wasn’t anything stopping them before I got what is essentially a home aide, and there’s nothing stopping them now.
First, these jabronies need adderall.
Second, I need adderall.
I think we’re the same sort of jabroni.