I’m pretty sure you’d kill thousands with gigakernels. The sheer excitement upon seeing it would topple religions. We’re not ready
You bring up a good point. We breed fruit and veg for simpler shipping and higher yield with lower excess scrap. The overwhelming majority of the corn cob, volume-wise, is its core. That we have yet to craft flat corn disks is not just an economic opportunity missed, it’s a moral failing.
Naturally. Lemmy’s on the hook, but particularly the relevant instances, if someone pops off and it appears poor moderation was the cause. Comment removal after 95% of potential readers have already read it, and no ban? That’s about as good as you can get. This place is plenty militant enough
Sorry, could you expand on that a bit? Who’s silencing you and why?
I’d never heard this before, but I adore the tiny tinge* of chicanery the singer adds to every line!
Trans girls are cats. Are they born that way or does it just spring upon them like a fluffy second puberty?
Way better as an npc. There is no man straight enough to straighten out a campaign with daily Armpits Esquire. She’s the cherry on the top of the cherry on top of the cherry on top of the sundae
In my experience, dr farts is the result of an overabundance of options and lack of foresight. They don’t know what it’d be like, so they try it. Giving players a silly character swap voucher, good for just one session per campaign, solves that. Similar deal for the overjuiced character. (Not usable during story boss encounters)
Once people recognize that the boundaries are there to improve their experience, not detract from it, they usually follow the flow of the game and build on others’ characters. If they don’t, chairs are easy to fill.
Black bears are pretty timid, unless their babies are threatened. They might choose to forego a fight, but that’s a load bearing (heh) “might” to put on a hormonal bear
Different black bear, but probably. Japanese black bears are sturdier and constantly angry. They are Tasmanian devils in the shape of bears
Edit: I link to the black bear you were thinking of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asian_black_bear
Got a used business laptop and found a recessed dongle in it. The original owner says they have no clue, that it’s been in there since they got it. There’s no way a dongle is keeping this thing running, is there? I’ve already swapped the OS, if that matters at all
Update: yubikey! Thank you all for the information, I’m definitely still learning
Panel 1: Prince Charming in all his regalia pursues Cinderella as she crests the stairs and rounds a corner. “Don’t go” he yells after her.
Panel 2: He stops at the bottom of the staircase and mumbles to himself in defeat. “No…”
Panel 3. Prince Charming, doused in sweat, peers toward the steps and notices a single glass slipper set on its side. “Hmm” he says to himself, “this is…” he trails off.
Panel 4: the background disappears and we focus entirely upon his face. His expression exudes focus.
Panel 5: The young royal stands at attention, facing away from the steps. Upon his right foot, the glass slipper now sits. “Perfect” he finishes.
Trying a picture to text transcription. Will fix it later, if there are any errors
I have a story that my father told me. It happened to him when I was a highscooler.
> be my father
›live in two storey house
›bedrooms are upstairs, livingroom, kitchen and computer room are downstairs
›nice neighbourhood, but had some unexplained thefts, nothing serious
›sleeping peacefully, when something wakes you up
>look at clock, it's 3 am
>suddenly, stairs creak
›wooden stairs, they creak under weight
>hear it again, just a second, like someone walks step by step or something low weight
›dogs and cats are definately outside
›at this point eyes are open and listening
›see a flash of light coming from the stairs (doors have glass parts)
>hear the creaking again, then one more flash
>finally decides to check it out, can't go back to sleep anyway
>go out of the door, try to reach for the light switch when suddenly a creak
>glance toward stairs in reflex
›see something humanoid on all fours, limbs all twisted, one "hand" grasping a step, holding something in the other
>lock eyes for a second, frozen in fear
>when the thing slightly moves, jump back into room
›run around like a madman, looking for anything that can be used as a weapon
>nothing there, picks up a fucking chair
›storms out, ready to pummel even a tank with the chair
>except there is nothing
>mom is up too at this point, check the house as quiet as possible, so the kids won't wake up
>find nothing, even with lights on
>go back to sleep
He told me next day, asked if I heard anything. I said I didn't, and maybe he just had a nightmare, since mom didn't hear or saw anything. The truth is, I did hear and see everything. You know, I had a curfew at 10 pm, but my parents went to bed before that, so I played some game and finished at 3 am. I used my phone as a light source, only when needed, and went on all fours, because I thought distributing the weight might ease down the creaking. I thought I will die when dad looked at me, but when he went back, I bolted back to my room and pretended I was asleep.
Yes