BLAMM

joined 2 years ago
[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 5 points 1 week ago (2 children)

Playing Star Trek in my high-school counselor's office on a teletype machine that was connected to the local college's main frame. The teletype used a roll of paper. Type in a move, and a new "screen" was printed on the paper. I must have used miles of paper playing that game.

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 8 points 1 month ago (2 children)

Forgot The Orville.

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 2 points 2 months ago

Its only three hour and a half episodes. Just binged it last night actually and its great. Really didn't expect it to be, so it was a pleasant surprise.

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 12 points 3 months ago (4 children)
[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 30 points 3 months ago (4 children)

Tigers are only CR4. There's lots of stuff more dangerous that that.

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 6 points 4 months ago (1 children)

That shit is dingo!

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 3 points 4 months ago (1 children)

A friend ran a sequel to Cabin in the Woods as a Powered by the Apocalypse game. The premise being that the titan at the end of the movie was not the entity that needed to be appeased, but was just another of the monsters. The resulting cave in killed the Jester, thus fulfilling the sacrifice, but the Virgin was still alive. We played a mercenary team sent in to rescue the Virgin and pull her out, while dealing with all the other monsters that were still in the complex. Great game. Overall the mission was a success, but I was killed by Fornicus, Lord of Bondage and Pain.

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 12 points 5 months ago (1 children)

How many Smoots is that?

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 4 points 7 months ago

That was ChatGPT. I couldn't write a limerick.

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 3 points 7 months ago (3 children)

Yes, you may.

In fields where golden sunlight spills, The gentle cows roam free, With patient eyes and steady wills, They graze contentedly.

Their coats of black and white or brown, A patchwork on the land, They softly low as sun goes down, A calm and peaceful band.

In meadows green, they form a line, Their bells a tinkling song, With quiet grace and gaze benign, They move the day along.

Oh, humble cows in pastures wide, With nature's rhythm true, In every step and every stride, The earth sings back to you.

[–] BLAMM@lemmy.world 4 points 9 months ago (2 children)

Some good ideas here, but if I did this with my group, I'd have to deal with them volunteering for the process.

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