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The “ghouls” you speak of are just people who were able to afford shit back in the day.

Healthcare, a house, a few vacations abroad per year, kids and their education, all on (for the most part) just 1 job.

If you had all these things, yes, you’d probably be more FISCALLY conservative to preserve whatever amount of money you had saved and use it for retirement

Nowadays that reality has changed and was twisted into something that doesn’t reflect what it was, but the saying remained the same.

Basically shit doesn’t mean what it used to mean and people forgot that language and concepts evolve or erode over time.

Or if we want to make it more visual, on a scale from 0-100 where 0 is full liberal and 100 is full conservative, the needle was moved so far to the right that the “you’ll grow more conservative as you grow older” is now on the left side of the current status quo.

You need to have a bundle with both games in there called “The Milgram Obedience”

I’ll take a free bundle key for this contribution if it comes to fruition, thanks

Similar experience.

I had 2 bugs that I noticed explicitly, one being a T pose on a character and the other being props just existing behind invisible walls or floors (like money that you can’t pick up on the floor)

The rest of it, performance was spotty at times when it was spawning mobs but mostly without issue, I also ran it from a HDD so that might’ve had something to do with it.

It also crashed every so often, sometimes an hour in, sometimes 4, but I think that’s an issue with the nvidia drivers more than anything because even gothic 1 remake does that to me.

I did hear that people experienced more issues if they ran the game on medium or low settings, so while I had mine cranked up to max, I think I was averaging 50-55 fps, but at the same time, nothing that prevented me from finishing the game

Might want to check the status on the reservation page then

But yes you should’ve gotten an email

Could also maybe ask support to resend you the email if possible

The programming team that is working hard on your project is just one dude and he smells funny. The programming team you’ve met in your introductory meeting are just the two unpaid interns that will be fired or will quit within the next two months and don’t know what’s happening. We don’t do agile despite advertising it. Also your project being a priority means it’ll be slapped together from start to finish 24 hours prior to the deadline. Oh and there will be extra charges to fix anything that doesn’t work as it should.

Was a writing prompt that I’ve read quite a few years ago ago, copied below:

“You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar's body. The bigger the lie, the deeper and larger the mark. One day, you meet someone that only has one scar; it is the biggest one you have ever seen.”

This is the story that followed, credit to wercwercwerc from Reddit.

He was a real good guy, through and through. Never met anyone quite like him since, never really expect I will either.

People like Joe don't come around often. Once in a lifetime maybe, if you're lucky.

Almost everyone I've ever met had the tiny silvered papercuts of white-lies on their fingers. It's a price of formalities, a camouflage of sorts- as everyone has a few, some deeper cut than others over the years; opened and reopened time after time. And not just that, but the larger cuts, silvery things on forearms and shins, necks or backs. People lie, it's just the way of things.

Sometimes the pain it worth the deception, the balancing scale plays out mentally before a person's mouth opens.

Joining the force was what I wanted. There was a lie I told myself: A Lie I scratched in deep, over and over again. I wanted to change, I wanted my parents to be proud: All lies, tiny scratching lines on my shoulder to create a strange and deceitful pattern that never seemed to heal completely.

In truth, I joined the force because I had nothing left. I joined as a last ditch effort to save myself from rock bottom. Among the elite, surrounded by the brave and the successful, I simply kept my head down. It felt like being a fox, stuck among a pack of wolves. Just being there in the first place felt like deception.

But then, there was instructor Joe.

I had more scars than most, and that earned little trust- but if people were politely cold with me, they were visibly frigid with Joe. See, he didn't have the traditional marks on his hands, he didn't have cuts and nicks along his arms, his face or neck: At a quick glance you might have thought him the most honest man alive. In fact, at first people did. A man in his fading thirties without scars?

That's like a god-damn unicorn. They're more myth and legend than person- yet there he was. Plain as day.

Everyone liked Joe that first week. Everyone wanted to be on good terms with him- I mean, who wouldn't? In a world of liars and cheats, proof reminded at every twist and turn of the road, who wouldn't want someone they could trust?

Well, that was before he took of his shirt in the locker-room. Before we all saw the hideous mark that covered half his back. One lie, but the most gruesome thing I've ever seen. From his shoulder blade to his ribs, it looked like a crashing comet of red and silvered white. A tiny portion of it just finally healing, a rough tear now recovered again.

It was all the same lie. That's something you can just tell sometimes, just know it. Usually you can tell how many times too, but whatever the number was which he'd said that aloud, I don't know.

He rarely spoke to begin with, issuing the orders with a stern smile, instructing as all the rest did. He was positive, encouraging, truthful: But that scar was on everyone's mind. Deep, dark, and terrible: Someone who could tell a lie like that... Well, there was someone to watch out for. In the end though, it was at the range when things went well and truly sour.

Live-fire runs, we'd done them a thousand times, but that day I guess someone forgot themselves. Maybe they thought too much on what and how and their brain skipped a beat, or maybe they were just careless. Regardless of the reason, a shot fired when it shouldn't have. Brass spit fire, Air swallowed metal, and lead took its first taste of iron, calcium, iron and dirt.

In that order.

We all stopped, eyes wide and watching that kid fall down real slow. First standing, staring with his hand pulling away- not even scared, just shocked. Red, like deep crimson soaking and spreading, he dropped down to his knees. Still, he wasn't even there yet, it hadn't quite processed.

That's when Joe caught him- and all the shouting erupted. The pandemonium, the first real training turned to action kicking in. Cries for "Medic!" and "KIT! Get the kit!" as people ran for the directions they thought mattered.

I was close enough to know that wasn't going to make a difference. Center of mass was what we trained for, the reason was straight and forward: Shoot to kill. Eliminate the target and move on.

So I sat there, weapon heavy in my hands as I watched Joe hold this kid, blood pouring out into the dirt like a faucet, and I listened to him repeat the words that cut deep. Over, and over, and over again.

"Hang on, look at me. You're gonna be alright."

"You're gonna be alright."

“many titles are designed from the ground-up to be online-only”

So change your design? The corporate mind cannot comprehend this.

You know it’s fake because there’s no way the ICE clowns would know which country to send him back to.

lol.

Priced out the average person from the event, made a fuckton of reservations in hotels that were cancelled forcing a spike in costs for lodging, partly hosting in conjunction with an actively hostile country to immigrants and minorities and refuse to lower prices to fill the stadiums even on the day of the event when the culmination of the whole shitshow comes to roost.

Yeah, suuuuure you had all these people in the concourses.

Brave is by a company who’s in the business of serving ads.

Much like google was back in the day, they’re trying to obtain market share with a product that they can easily manipulate after the fact and rely on people not jumping ship as things get progressively worse and worse bit by bit

Think of the “approved ads” era followed by the “enhanced security features” which made it so your block list couldn’t be updated at a moments notice and now it’s being stripped entirely.

Better to avoid it entirely and just use Firefox or a derivative thereof

It’s called a hook.

And yes it’s intentional by the algorithm to keep you engaged.

“Stealership”

Ima be… uhh… leasing that. Thanks.

I still remember playing StarCraft 2 shortly after release on a 300$ laptop and it running perfectly well on medium settings.

Looked amazing. Felt incredibly responsive. Polished. Optimized.

Nowadays it’s RTX this, framegen that, need SSD or loading times are abysmal, oh and don’t forget that you need 40gb of storage and 32gb of ram for a 3 hour long walking simulator, how about you optimize your goddamn game instead? Don’t even get me started on price tags for these things.

Software and game development is definitely a spectrum though, but holy shit is the ratio of sloppy releases so disproportionate that it’s hard to see it at times.

Republic of Biscay

To have a nice Outlook on things

The whole assumption in this article is that any age gated apps are worth sticking with for some wondrous reason.

No thanks.

It also lists drm issues and unsupported anticheat mechanisms as a supportive argument.

Whole thing is tone deaf.

Maybe that’s the point? Engagement farming? Not sure.

Either way, no thanks on any of those.

Good. Eliminating all door to door deliveries is not the answer and whoever came up with that rationale needs to removed immediately.

And again, for the people in the back: Canada post is a service. It doesn’t make money. It costs money. Same way public healthcare does.

Why are they trying to spin it as a business that needs to generate profit or undertake cost cutting measures to exist and continue providing services that are still being widely used?

Place your bets how long before this is moved into the nottheonion sub

Dropping my performance level at work to what I perceive my coworkers are doing.