That’s exactly what drove me into seeking out Lemmy instead. I hopped on Mastodon and it made me feel like I was being coralled into following some niche hobby forum exclusively, and I wasn’t into that. It didn’t explain that the instance itself was largely irrelevant and that the rest of the platform would open up to me after choosing one.

Lemmy still had a learning curve, but having experience with reddit I was able to pick it up easily enough.

For real. This Bozo must think we have access to turkey nuggets or something.

Was always normal in my family. Smoking and drinking indoors all day. Used to come home smelling like shit. But there were alcoholics. Good people, though.

https://youtu.be/f6tnj7IEI0E?si=Nirda4ZBGOfvuRR5

What is this service, exactly? Do they host games on powerful PCs for you to play remotely or something?

It’s the warm blend of its cozy art style, ambient audio, and the unparalleled soundtrack. You go through the grandpa intro and observe his strangely thin bed all over again. Then the Jojamart corporate hell scene. You open the letter and reading it even for the fifteenth time gives you an immediate sense of peace and relief, because you know you’re going back to the valley. It’s all good vibes from here.

The music fades away and you’re greeted with a quiet scene in the mountains, watching a grumbly coach bus speed past the sign, and you’re left with a moment between you and the countryside. There are a few trilling birds and one lands in the sign. You arrive at your stop and immediately that uplifting little song starts playing and Robin’s cute-ass face appears, probably with wood shavings in her bangs, and she still has that voice you crafted for her in your head after all these years. The mayor will too. She’s an old friend.

She ushers you away to your first long view of the farm. Now, you’ve already been here several times in the last decade, but that music. That warm, orangish pallete. That overgrown little cabin on that rugged patch of land. The music grooves on and right away you get butterflies in your stomach over the prospect of getting to be here everyday, cleaning it up and carving your own little life and operation. There is a sense of joy and freedom, and a million possibilities laying under that brush-strewn mess that used to be a field. It never fails to bring you right back and feel that magic again.

It’s like the developer perfectly captured our most innocent human desires in a tiny bottle.

Stardew Valley is a beautiful love letter from Eric Barone’s soul. I don’t want to see it fizzle out either. I’m a straight male but I would marry that man based purely on the gift he gave us.

Fallout is excellent.

I miss the classic era of DAoC and still hum various town music to this day. Cotswold being the most recurring.

I remember well the weird period of my life where I worked 12-hour overnights and would stay up for days at a time with the help of Adderall.

Sometimes I smell certain handsoaps in public washrooms and I get flashbacks to those long, strange, strung-out nights.

WHAT’CHA’LOOGINATMAHGUT’FER?!

For a safer experience, you can slowly morph into a giant nose that smells crime.

It irks me greatly that it takes place ~2,000 years before the main series, but architecturally and technologically they appear to be on par or perhaps even ahead of the 3rd/4th eras. The entire game just feels like a giant fan-fiction blunder. There is a near zero risk of death in the overworld due to an obnoxiously low difficulty, and the class system being bound to stupid themes like Templars and Dragonknights rather than just using the original skill/magic trees is one of the worst parts of the game to me. Base classes could have easily been signs of the Warrior, Mage and Thief, and then specialized to your hearts content from there.

Other than being one giant wasted potential in general, this is reminiscent of ESO. That game was packed full of expensive mounts (among a million other things) that didn’t fit in with the lore of the Second Era whatsoever, though fans of the game will certainly argue that the lore has been so muddied by Zenimax at this point that maybe the Second Era really was packed full of superheroes with glowing eyes, dragon wings and mechanical unicorns.

Prices were also designed so that no matter how many crowns you purchased, you always had some bullshit amount left over that couldn’t buy anything of real value, driving you to purchase even more crowns so that your leftovers aren’t wasted. I don’t think any of them were this expensive, but definitely just as frivolous.

I’ve been using Ghostery for years now and I don’t know whether or not it’s still relevant.

I think it’s an illusion due to wearing their pants to their tits.

I’ve yet to find a game that properly rolls in a distant storm that eventually grows into an intense one. They tend to come on very quickly and escalate to 10 in about 20 seconds.

I went through a brief Asmongold phase about a year or two ago where I enjoyed just listening to him rant and bitch (mostly) about the video game industry. He was surprisingly articulate at times and not quite how I had perceived him. I watched him take a political alignment test and he was dumbfounded that he was fairly left-wing. I thought that might be a turning point for him, but then election season came around and he went right back to being an obnoxious Trump-supporting Texan. I don’t think Asmongold even knows who he is deep down or what he stands for. I think he just spews vomit from his brain and doubles-down on all of it because he’s incapable of dropping an argument or admitting he was wrong. It’s kind of his shtick, but I’m long since done with it.

I know enough about him to attempt a deep-dive into his psyche in regards to his decrepit home, his mother’s death and his unwillingness to seperate from his lifestyle, but at the end of the day his sad circumstances unfortunately don’t excuse the abborant shit he sometimes says.

I’d pound that thiccq-ass Inuit chick any day of the week.

My cousin and I used to watch fairy/leprechaun/wee-folk cameras in Ireland. Never saw shit. Starting to think there weren’t any.