Makes sense. One of those "it's easier to add than subtract" things. I probably won't do that, but if it works for you, then that's good.
Sorry, why did you need to math your hit points? Were you not keeping track already?
First off, the first comment is only the first comment we can see. There are four comments worth of context we have not been provided with.
Second, he wasn't asking how it was commercial, he was asking how he could commercialise it. He was trying to spread the post as much as possible, and has an analytics tool to track it. Puts me in mind of market research.
Third, that still doesn't explain how it's facetious. What he said about being commercial was said in the same tone as the things that were self-evident. Just claiming it's facetious is like saying "haha, jk." Why should I believe it wasn't serious?
This came across, to me at least, like a genuine attempt to test the advertising reach of the fediverse. He failed to convince the mod otherwise, and the mod was right to shut that down.
I can see no evidence to suggest it was anything other than sincere.
Edit: Legitimately, can someone point out what part of that was supposed to be anything but an honest discussion? I'm seeing downvotes, but no rebuttals.
Why are there so many hashtags on a lemmy post? It's definitely spam, and you asking how to commercialise it makes it commercial spam, so it all checks out.
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I had a little bit of lag earlier, but nothing too bad.
You've just been kidnapped by, bear with me, an intelligent animal who can read your social media posts and, bear with me, your only way to ask for help is by leaving subtle messages within your post, BEAR WITH ME.
They mentioned the Gith patrol, so I'm assuming at this point they've done the Risen Road. The mountain pass is beyond that, so it's around Rosymorn.
The underdark and the mountain pass both count as act 1. There is a LOT of content there.
There's also all the Risen road stuff, and the village basements...
There was an episode of Elementary where they were able to find the victims password on a post-it note, because the company requires a new password every month and he didn't want to remember a new one that often.
What a strange choice to have 6 cartoon characters and a Norse god.
It's always quote unquote fun finding out what words are and are not in their dictionary. I got by using a bunch of nerd words, but apparently Aragorn is not allowed.
Do you remember how, in kids cartoons, you'd sometimes have the villains team up to do their evil deeds? It always seemed to unrealistic that they'd all be on the same team. And yet...
Technically, yes, but I would argue that this is worse.
An excavator saves you days of digging a single hole. An assembly line saves you from having to precisely construct a toy. A printer saves you from having to precisely duplicate a sheet of paper. All of this is monotonous and soul-destroying work that people are happy they don't need to do.
But you still need to decide where to dig the hole. You still need to design the toy. You still need to fill in the first sheet of paper. All of the work left over is more creatively fulfilling.
We are now attempting to automate creativity.
Death of the author is the idea that reader interpretation matters more than author's intent, and it's absolutely fair for media analysis. Sadly, too many people bundle it together with the idea that the author didn't mean anything at all.
Heck, "the curtains were blue" applies authorial intent that there was no meaning behind the curtains. The death of the author reading shows that the curtains had a symbolic reason to be blue.
AI feels like a Lovecraftian horror to me. It's trying to look authentic, but it's wrong on a fundemental level. Nothing's the right shape, nothing's the right texture, nothing's consistent, nothing belongs together... But somehow, nobody else has noticed what should be blatantly obvious! And when you try to point it out, you get a hivemind responding that it's good actually, and you're just a luddite.
But let's assume AI stops being awful in a technical sense. It's still awful in a moral sense.
Artists are poor. That's a well known sentiment you see a lot and, given how many times I see commission postings, it's pretty accurate. That artist needs to work to live, and that work is creating art.
AI is deliberately depriving these artists of work in order to give the AI's owner a quick, low quality substitute. In some cases, it will copy an artist's style, so you're deliberately targetting a specific artist because they're good at their job. And it's using the artist's work in order to replace them.
This should get bonus points for incrementing i by 1 as part of the process for incrementing i by 1.
There was a time when King Charles tried to overturn parliament way back in the 1600s. I forget what happened next, but I'm pretty sure it was all very civil.
Nah, dragons have a higher charisma score, legitimate power of their own, and can convincingly pretend to be human.
See, this is why all cops are bastards. Because when you stop being a bastard, you lose your job.
"But you ARE a lawyer."
"Yeah, so where's my present?"
So they can hide in cherry trees.
Alright, why don't you ever see elephants hiding in cherry trees?
Because they're very good at it.
That's an offer that's hard to turn down, or at least to look into a little. And the sign is right by the house with the dog sat on the porch, so it's easy enough to check out.
"So, you can talk, huh?"
"Yep" says the dog.
The man is surprised and impressed. "How did you learn to talk?"
"Oh, I was part of a government program run by the CIA to create a new genus of super dog, genius level intellect and top quality skills. I was the only one of the litter who could talk, so they fast tracked me up to being an agent. They taught me how to use a gun with my mouth, how to drive with my paws, how to diffuse a bomb with my tail, and even how to parachute into hostile territory. Apparently, thanks to the genius genes, I learned even faster than the human agents, and I was sent to Russia as a spy within a month.
"I had an amazing time chatting up the local pooches, begging diplomats for treats, and feeding top secret info back to the states. My work even helped delay the war on Ukraine by 2 years, but I blew my cover when I called Putin a jerk straight to his face. He sent his top guys after me, and I had to flee through the city. Jumped onto a train through Serbia and swam across the Bering Strait into Alaska.
"Unfortunately, Putin sent an assassin after me as I was moving through Canada, and he caught my dominant paw. I had to take the guy out with one of my ears, but I managed to survive, and my wounds healed really well. Now I'm retired, so I decided to keep this town safe."
"Holy crap" says the man, transfixed. When the dog's owner comes out, he looks up at the guy and asks "Why the heck are you selling him for only $5?"
"Cause he's a frickin liar! He's never spent a day outside of Utah!"
The genie appears before him and declares "I am a powerful genie! Due to budget cuts, I will only be granting one wish, but you can wish for anything you desire and I shall make it come true!"
The farmer wastes no time. "My neighbour, Peter, was once as poor as me. One day, he received a cow as a gift, and he began to sell the milk. Suddenly, he is earning twice as much. He could afford to fix the roof, he bought new clothes, and he even took a day off to have wild sex with his wife. That cow made his life so much better than it was before."
The genie nods. "I see. So, your wish is..."
"Kill his cow."
Real person, fictional character, or even just hypothetical: I wanna hear it!
There are only two survivors, both of whom are Christian men. They start walking, hoping to find civilisation and a source of food and water. Each sand dune is hell, but they push themselves forward to climb over it. Days pass and their thirst aches their throats, but they keep walking. Finally, their journey pays off, and a village comes into view.
One of the men turns to the other and says "look, we're in a muslim country, and it's a desperate situation. I say we pretend to be muslim. They'll take better care of us for it."
The other man looks aghast. "What? No! I'm a Christian and proud! I have nothing to be afraid of."
As dawn breaks and their legs are about to drop, the men reach the village. A man spots the pair and approaches them, wearing a robe, an imama, and sporting a lengthy beard. "Who are you?"
"I'm Muhammed" says the first man, his real name Peter.
"I'm John" says the second man.
The muslim man takes John by the shoulder, pulling him into the village. "It must have been a long walk, you must be tired. Please, we have plenty of food and water, and there should be a bed for you somewhere."
Then he turns to Peter and opens his arms wide, a warm smile on his face. "Salaam, Muhammed! Happy Ramadan!"
An investment banker is looking to hire a new secretary, and has narrowed down his options to three women. While most people in his position would want her to sit and look pretty, he wanted someone dependable. He wanted someone who could offer him good advice when he needed it, and might even reach a position like him in the future.
To this end, he offered each woman a test. He gave each one £10,000 and told them to invest it. After a month, they would return the money to him, and this would serve as an interview.
The first woman invested in hot new stocks, hoping one of them would pay off. Sadly, it proved to be too much of a risk. By the end of the month, she was only able to pay him back £2,000, having lost £8,000.
The second woman invested in stable businesses with gradual growth, getting a steady return per day. By the end of the month, she gave the banker £1000 more than she had been given to begin with.
The third woman invested and pulled her money like a machine, shorting companies and spreading rumours to boost her profits. While she had in excess of £17,000 by the end of the month, she only returned £10,000 to the banker, arguing that everything else was not part of the deal.
Once the test concluded, the banker instantly made up his mind, and hired the woman with the biggest chest.
And there's five people in my family.
And I know I'm not Chinese.
So it's either my mum, or my dad, or my younger brother Charlie, or my older brother Huang.
Personally, I think it's Charlie.
At the front desk, the three are informed that there is only one room left, and the room only has one bed. The guys are comfortable enough with each other that they decide to just share the bed between them.
The next morning, the guy on the left side of the bed wakes up and says to his friends "guys? This is kind of awkward, but I had a sex dream last night. A super hot girl was giving me a handjob on the slopes."
The guy on the right side of the bed then yells "No way! I had a dream that I was getting a handie in the hot tub!"
The guy in the middle just pouts. "It's no fair. You both got super fun, kinky dreams, and I just dreamt I was skiing."
Grass.
Okay, I added the bit about the wheels to make it sound cooler.
A man goes to a stable and asks to buy the fastest horse they have available. The stable manager nods his head and brings him a fine and impressive stallion.
When the man asks how much the horse costs, he is staggered by the answer. "That's... That's half the price of almost any other horse here! Why is it so cheap?"
"Well, you see, the horse is blind" responds the stable manager. "But he's the fastest horse I've ever witnessed, no doubt about that. You just need to give him good directions. And don't bother hitting him, either. Just say Jesus if you want him to go, and Satan if you want him to stop. Go for Jesus, stop for Satan." In retrospect, there was a lot of Christian iconography around the stable the man hadn't noticed.
The man then asks for a test ride, and the stable manager agrees, as he has the man's credit card on hand. The man then says "Jesus", and the horse immediately bolts at speeds the man is genuinely amazed by. The world roars past him and the wind billows in his ears, all as this horse keeps running at full speed. The horse doesn't turn, only moving in a straight line dead ahead.
Suddenly, the man notices a cliff not too far away, but dead in the path of the horse. He reaches for the reins, but they billow in the wind and beat at his hands. He grabs them and tries to pull back, but the horse resists. The cliff keeps coming closer and closer, until the man finally remembers his instructions and yells "SATAN" at the top of his lungs. The horse stops alarmingly fast, knocking the man forward at the very edge of the cliff. The man then looks down, seeing just how high the cliff is, leading straight into a rocky valley.
He leans back in relief, having just avoided this terrible fate. With a hand on his heart, he can only murmur a tired "oh sweet jesus..."
This is purely hypothetical, just for fun. In this scenario, you don't get to know who the GM is in advance, but they do have to run it as written. The players can leave whenever they like, but the GM has to stay until either all players leave or the players beat the dungeon.
Two. One to actually change the bulb, and one to hold the penis mother ladder.
A train was travelling through Europe, and four passengers were riding in the same carriage. There was an Englishman, a Frenchman, an old woman and a young woman.
The train eventually passed into a tunnel, and the lights on the train failed to turn on. In the darkness, a loud slap was suddenly heard. When the train emerged in the sunlight, the Frenchman was holding his sore cheek.
The old woman thought "That Frenchman must have copped a feel of the young woman in the dark, and he got what's coming to him."
The young woman thought "That Frenchman must have groped the old woman thinking it was me, and he got what's coming to him."
The Frenchman thought "That Englishman must have groped the young woman in the dark and she thought it was me! Unfair..."
The Englishman thought "I hope another tunnel comes along so I can slap that frenchie again."
