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  • You are absolutely correct, and my snarky reply leads toward this tendency to call an organization as a monolithic entity that has agendas when the actual issue could be any number of other things, probably all of them, in a quagmire together:

    Resistance to change and outside pressure, factionialization within the group that leads to the request being impeded, corruption, organized crime, institutional failure, racism, nationalism, cronyism, outdated training, lack of training in general...

    There could be a good number of people trying to comply with the policy and simply failing. We just don't know the full truth.

    But it's probably all of the above.

  • When I was in high school I was up way too late playing D&D and dreamt I was the general of an army.

    In the shower I was questioning how we'd all get clean in time for school.

  • I like the self expression they allow, but have never gotten a tattoo myself.

    The reason? Money.

    I cannot comprehend how so many young people afford their sleeve tattoos. (I know they're usually done over time to spread out the cost but still.)

  • You are older than me, I suppose. I was playing it at 11 years old or so. My first CRPG, although my dad had run a D&D game for the family a few years prior so I had a reference point.

    I remember my cousin telling us about the Creeping Coins and my imagination went wild, assuming you could loot them and they'd attack you later from your inventory.

    Nope. Just normal randomly spawning encounter.

  • I did that and my wife got annoyed... then started wearing my socks. Now we buy more and just use athletic socks

    She's still got her colorful, playful ones that are a pain in the ass to match up.

  • While tripping on a large dose of LSD, I decided to practice with my new and incredibly sharp wood chisels on a block of pine.

    Amazingly I didn't cut myself at all.

    My friend found a stop motion animated clay Don Quixote, where the clay work was rough and you could see thumbprints. It was the perfect vibe for tripping and carving, the gouges I was making in the wood looked like the clay, and bit by bit I made that block into a volcano.

    In order to do that I kept twisting my right arm (I'm left handed) clockwise, and when I came down from the hallucinogens, the nerves in my arm went dead. Hand just slid off the keyboard.

    It was fine twenty minutes later. And that's my story, the best acid trip I ever had. Worked through my obsessions a bit and let go of them.

    In the following weeks I asked three women out and got shot down each time instead of thinking about doing so for a month and being a creep.