“No, I said P! P for pterodactyl!”

Edit: Though, that said, the point of the phonetic alphabet is they are very distinguishable words that sound nothing like one another. Even making out just “-a-a” you know it was papa, P. So as long as you know how to spell pterodactyl…

Finally, a speaking role.

Clock? Ah, you must “time computer”.

So it was basically a pregnancy test case mod.

lol.

Good rolls. The beast leers at you impressed and satisfied. Apart from isolated sounds of vomitting and children crying, the townsfolk seem to understand their dire situation calls for a hero who can demonstrate such rigor and passion.

I gotta say, it’s weird seeing how much the US brings race and gender into stuff in 2024. Like, whether good or bad, massive cohorts produce outcome based on that.

Whether someone’s claiming “I’m left” or “I’m right”, It’s all like stepping back in time. It’s a really weird, fragmented country and much of those involved are too focused on the other “side” to realise they’re part of the core problem too, simply by being stuck in and fueling that ‘us’ and ‘them’ thinking which holds it so far back from actual progress.

Mathematically? Obviously, yes.

Socially? Would never happen. Imagine our population is just stock. It goes up and down depending on how good things look. At some point, it cannot continue as it’s not financially feasible. But when it drops back down into realistic numbers, balance goes up again.

You can see this behaviour in the generations (Z, Y, X, Boomer, Pre-war, etc.) These generation changes are marked by a tipping point of birthrate increasing or decreasing in a nation—typically globally, which is why we all tend to agree on the start/end of generational eras within 3–5 years.

Python. Been wanting to learn it for years but all mental capacity I have toward such stuff is drained by work. The whole situation is ironic.

Consider it a blessing and move on. It may not seem that way now, but it probably is.

I just openly talk to my brain like it’s its own entity.

Draws blank on the name of a friend we’ve known for years “Fuck you, brain! What the fuck?”

Solves ultra complex problem with insane creativity and efficiency “Good job, Brain. That was some genuine genius shit.”

It’s like every situation, IQ is based on a rand function between 70 and 150.

When I lived in the tropics, I loved rainy days and storms so much. Would go sit outside, put on music, and just enjoy being out in the wet, keeping cool. Like having a nice cool off shower ×1000.

It’s like when you move to a new area and the local rug store is having a closing down sale. And it still is when you move away a few years later.

Damn! Alaska’s down and you kicked hard.

I’ve moved to a colder climate, so wear socks indoors now. The dog and I have drift king battles. He has a cool signature move where he sprints across the lounge room onto his bed and slides it halfway into the kitchen. But I got him on hallway slides to the bathroom where such pace can only be achieved with superior control.

When I was 5, I went to a speech therapist for an S lisp. I remember first thing they told me was that I’m meant to keep my tongue behind my teeth. I had to say, “Sammy the silly snake slithers by” and nailed it. I forget all the other stuff, but never had a lisp after that very brief and distinct moment.

All I remember before that was adults saying to me, “No, like this.” and would just hiss at me. Who’d have thought a few seconds of explaining something would actually work.

Haha. When I first moved to a city, I’d never been on a train before and it was hard. But then I just engaged my surfing muscle memory and suddenly it was very easy. Because I was on a train every day, I always stood hands-free because it felt like good training while I was away from the ocean. Was a fun game.

…oooh-kaaay.

I guess we’ll get a roll for animal handling, but that’s going to be a strength check in this situation.

Also performance at very high, because obviously everyone is looking on in horror and it’s going to take every ounce of charisma you’ve got to hold this village’s respect.

The age gap between the two is tiny. Less than Matrix and Matrix Reloaded. Also, they were in their 50s then. One was born just before Hitler died, the other just after. They’re older than transistors, video tape, and James Bond.

I like to imagine there’s a whole semester-long unit at Starfleet Academy that deals specifically with footing and movement while the vessel is under attack, because bracing support and soft edges imply conflict is imminent. Which apparently it is every third encounter or so.

I have this game. It’s fun for a run through or two.

Tried the online servers… Roleplay is not people organising pack roles and then trying to get through a year cycle without chat.

There I am speccing into speed and endurance so I can go running off expanding territory, finding better den locations, catching jack rabbits, fighting off rival packs, getting a dominant territory safely going. I come back to the den and it’s like a fucking Paw Patrol fanfic going on.