In the coconut.
leftzero
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It installs and activates itself stealthily, slows down the computer, and eventually makes it unusable.
If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck...
Bitlocker works as intended
Oh, definitely. If it was intended to be malware.
Which would have been several orders of magnitude less harmful than everything Trump has done (which includes sending the nation into chaos anyway).
It would.
It would also be several orders of magnitude less harmful than everything Trump's done.
something trump has not done yet
Have you been living under a fucking rock‽
not allowing him to take office when elected would be disastrous
It would have been many orders of magnitude less disastrous than the alternative.
Sure, cutting off your cancerous hand would've been traumatic. But survivable.
Now, however, said hand is so far up your arse that it's ripped apart your colon in several places and you're bleeding to death while experiencing horrible agony, and spraying all your neighbours with blood and feces.
You could have recovered from getting rid of Trump, but there's no coming back from what you've allowed him to do to your country, and the world.
You can die due to having too low morale, too.
Or killing yourself as an intimidation tactic during an interrogation, regardless of your stats.
Practically all versions of the detective are susceptible to self-inflicted demise in one shape or another.
Nah, Measurehead is adorable. A native Revacholian playing ur-racist out of what he's learnt on the radio while dating a “Kojka” he can't have sex with because his own racism prevents him from getting an erection in her presence.
Evrart (and Edgar, though we never meet him) Claire are downright terrifying.
Extremely intelligent, constantly ten steps ahead and in control (except for the tribunal, the entroponetic phenomena underlying the events of the game, the deserter, and, possibly, the Detective) even over the Wild Pines woman, extremely charismatic despite their appearance, and yet absolutely malicious and self centered.
They're like sharks, perfect, cold, inhumane, apex predators evolved to completely dominate their territory.
Measurehead can never really hurt you. Evrart Claire can kill you by making you sit on a chair, and he's fully aware of it.
An elected official who repeatedly stated and demonstrated his intention of preventing any future elections and destroying democracy.
An elected official, therefore, who should never have been allowed to run for office in the first place (this isn't the only reason he shouldn't have been allowed, of course, in a sane country he'd also been unelectable due to his criminal record, lack of any semblance of mental health, and intellectual insufficiency, but it's the most important).
They aren't continents; calling them continents implies a planet, but the planet is long gone, broken apart into isolas (containing both land, including full continents, and sea) floating in the Pale, which is very much not fog.
The Pale isn't... anything, really. A literal lack of being. Not matter, or energy, but space-time broken down into pure entropy where direction and time lose all meaning.
It's not even selection, though.
We grafted those citruses into existence.
They're delicious Frankenstein style abominations unto nature.