I went to my boss to ask for some time off and she reminded me that I had already requested the same days off weeks ago, been approved, talked about plans, then forgotten all of it.
This also happened to me. I dropped out of game art & design school. Now I'm doing art and animation for a game dev company. I took the scenic route, but I got here eventually!
Doesn't work for me either, despite having 'show read posts' disabled.
In my scifi campaign based on Star Control II, all genetic engineering was illegal (one of the primary antagonist groups is a race of blade runner style artificial humans). So of course two of my players teamed up to be an outlaw geneticist and his awakened capuchin monkey. They played it 100% unironically and it resulted in some of the best role-playing it has been my privilege to DM for.
Has nobody ever talked dirty to you? Words can be very powerful, even recorded ones.
I think that varies wildly from one person to another. For me, housework is emotionally exhausting. So is making decisions that affect other people, like where to go for dinner. These are examples where it feels like a bad kind of exhausting. On the other hand, running a D&D game is a thing that's emotionally exhausting but that I still enjoy doing.
The sound of Agatha Trunchbull's angry grunt as she throws the shot put in her office to intimidate Ms. Honey in Matilda (1996).
Or really, any of the noises she makes throughout that entire movie.
Disgusting things, children. Glad I never was one.
This post has a weird energy. I can't decide if it reads more phobia or more fetish. Maybe both XD
Free Stars: The Ur-Quan Masters has an excellent story and wordbuilding, and you can talk to all kinds of weird aliens. If you don't like the ship combat, you can set up the game's AI to fight for you.
If you liked this game, you might be interested to learn that Pistol Shrimp games, an independent game dev company started by Paul Rieche III and Fred Ford (the original creators of Star Control and Star Control 2), are making a sequel, with story written by Paul Rieche III.
The re-release on steam is partly to get the word out about it. Join our discord to learn more!
Hey, this is my exact story, including the undiagnosed ADHD, dropping out of college, the dead-end wage slavery for way too long, and now having a decent paying job that isn't what I went to school for, but that also doesn't kill my soul.
Except: I have an epilogue!
I still don't have a degree, but I never stopped practicing my art because I am simply incapable of stopping. It's what I do. I recently got a side gig that was my absolute unrealistic pie-in-the-sky dream job when I was in college, working for the very creators that inspired me to choose my major in the first place. College wasn't what got me there. It was passion for the artform, introspection/therapy to develop a more forgiving and accepting attitude toward myself, and sheer perseverance. I spent the first 18 years of my adult life thinking failure and dead ends were all the universe had to offer, but I kept trying anyway (mostly to spite that hostile universe in a 'fuck you, kill me yourself' kind of way).
It's not over until it's over. You don't know how your story ends. Keep trying. If someone says you missed your chance, fuck 'em. They can't see the future any more clearly than you.
Even if you didn't like their coffee, they sell like candy and sandwiches and mugs and stuff? That's not a useless gift card and I'm sorry you lost it!
Classic PC game Star Control II did this joke in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety-two. There was an entire alien species whose culture was just capitalism taken to its furthest extremes. If you scan their home planet it's a 'dust world', the same planet type as Mars. Through conversation, you learn that it used to be a water world like Earth. Fantastic game. Getting a true sequel now, too!
This isn't stupid, it is righteous
I think I may be an outlier here. I really don't want to die in a sudden 'didn't-see-it-coming' kind of way, like getting hit by a semi or a freak accident with heavy machinery kind of way. The idea of going from living, thinking, feeling, person to chunk(s) of meat in an instant terrifies the shit out of me. Especially if it's caught on video and people watch it for laughs or whatever possesses them to watch that kind of thing.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die in some slow, painful way either, but something I had some agency in would be worlds better. Like taking a bullet to save a loved one, or punching my own ticket after getting a terminal diagnosis, or even just taking a deliberate, calculated risk.
The best horror film for Halloween isn't a horror film, exactly. It's a cartoon miniseries called Over the Garden Wall. We put it on for the Halloween party every year.