A proper and full Disco Elysium sequel with Harry's ongoing adventures, maybe even with the prior game's save file reasonably used as a starter for how things begin next time around.
I didn't even deny anything specific about the colonially seized food; I was reflecting some very loud seething that got brought up during older dunks on jellied eels or beans on toast.
BUT THERE IS SOME REALLY GOOD CURRY IN THE UK BECAUSE SOME CONQUERED PEOPLES WERE COERCED TO THE OLD IMPERIAL CORE TO TRY TO ECONOMICALLY SURVIVE SO TAKE THAT
There's this constant tension with D&D where it wants to be medieval and it wants to have easily-reproducible magic. Follow the magic through to its logical conclusion and you get essentially modern technology with a mystical/medieval aesthetic, ignore it and you get big blatant plot holes.
For decades, Forgotten Realms tried really had to be this "peasants have their minds blown if they see even a level one Magic-User spell being cast; this is a grounded and gritty setting sort of" pretense in the official materials, but then there's basically a magocracy running most cities (even the fucking Luskan pirates and other "savage frontier" big mean guys!) and maps full of "oh a web spell is on this window at all times" sorts of signs that maybe those peasants should be a lot more familiar with the very special very rare spellcasters that rule over them and make all the important decisions.
This is my long standing hot take and point of contention with rules as written in conventional D&D fantasy rule sets: death, if the rules of the game were actually applied to the setting, is less about finality (except for the lifespan limitation contrivance) and more about health insurance or lack thereof. People who die that have enough money should by all means have family that pay for raises (or resurrections when the body isn't available) as a matter of course and the material consequences of that would be that premature death from violence, illness, or accident would be mostly a poor people thing. Funerals would be awkward in setting: "sorry you can't afford a rez. The divines bless the departed I guess, lol."
It's a weird thing among bazingas to call their ruling class masters by their first names to pretend there's some chumminess and closeness, but contextually I don't think they were doing that.
Once again, you need so very badly for your very cool and cromulent word choice to be vindicated, resenting being told otherwise as if you've been told to eat your veggies and go to bed at a reasonable time because you have school tomorrow.
Won't Ton 618 come and wash away the rain?