Control your respiratory rate (and your mind, panic increases respiration) while you figure out how to get help, and then keep practicing it while you wait for help or do what is necessary to free yourself. No unnecessary movement. Your O2 is your life and is being used up by you merely existing, so use as little of it as you can while still managing to do what you must to restore access to it.
I saved the file mainly as a trinket of a by-gone era, and while it does have some of my content, I'm sure quite a bit just didn't make it. So it goes.
Joke's on you, I'm heartless.
Oh, wow, talk about mask-off enshittification of the internet! If I were anyone in the fediverse, be it kbin, lemmy, masto, or whathaveyou, I'd very seriously start talking about what kinds of monetization we ourselves can establish so we can avoid the shitstorm that's going on on the big SMNs.
IF (and that's a big if) we can monetize ourselves, we very well could be able to stop investors and shareholders from enshittifying what we are now able to use. Otherwise, we are just running on a treadmill of platforms that start off with great ability and promise, but who's ultimate goal is to be enshittified.
This is why I'm part of the patient gamers group. Once a game released that I might like, it goes straight into the wishlist and forgotten about until it goes on sale. With so many other titles to play through until a given game reaches generally recognizable decent quality, I'm happy for the beta testers and bleeding edgers to pay to bugfix a new release for me. Thanks, guys!
