There is no curse in any language known to man, beast, or processor-equipped machine to describe the withering fucking contempt I have for you and your entire lineage. I wish that your granddad would've worn a condom, or that your mother had swallowed; but since here we are, and this horrifying, monstrous take has inconvenienced so many electrons to get to me, I simply wish for the worst for you.
I hope you and everyone you care for have to live through the loss of the hegemon you've unjustly enjoyed. I hope you have to live through climate collapse. I hope you have to live knowing that the global hatred you will inevitably accrue will all be justified. I hope you live to know and understand why you are the ass of the joke, to every tongue in the world that has ever had a resource extracted from it by the Amerikan empire. And only after all of that do I hope you die nameless.
Yeah, and my last car was from the 80s lmfao. After seeing the way my coworkers were practically beholden to mechanic shops just to keep their cars running like every six months, I said 'no thank you'.
Guhhhhhh, yeah, sure, let's play into console wars and exclusivity bullshit and dumping nearly a grand every three years when a well-built PC will last you ten. Nahhhhhh, familia.
I'm imagining the Joshua Graham bit when you ask him why you shouldn't just butcher everyone in the Sorrows camp. "There are many reasons. I will illuminate three..." and he proceeds to hit you with one of the coldest, yet simultaneously warmest threats I've ever heard in an RPG just as matter-of-factly as discussing how to brew a pot of coffee over a campfire.
THAT is the Wis character nat 20'ing the Intimidation check.
Wish I could empathize, but I refuse to trust a car I can't fix myself. There's entirely too many computers and entirely too many points of failure-- it's a good thing that I'm medically 'advised' not to drive. I wouldn't be able to switch over until someone released an EV with the kinds of home-maintainability that like. A 60's Mustang once had.
I'm not tryna have to have the shit towed to a Firestone-- or god forbid the manufacturer themselves-- just to have to pay hand-over-fist to fix the errors borne of their shoddy fuckin work.
Oh, undoubtedly. They'll probably resort to creating carceral slaves hand-over-fist to prevent the same kind of ideological split that saw the Republican party chestburst the Whigs; because at this juncture of history, there's only really one reliable counter-position to the DNC, and they can't have that.
Well, by this time next year the DNC will be a fully genocide-enabling party and I'll have no reason to even PRETEND they're not the same white devils that the RNC are
Yup. I only do the work I'm paid for-- and I know what wages I'm supposed to be making if not for the capitalists suppressing a livable wage in damned near every field in the West right now. If I'm supposed to be making mid-upper five figures, if my wage rate is supposed to be between the 60k and 80k ranges, and I'm only pulling 45? Well, you're only getting 45k worth of work out of me regardless of what you say the workload is.
You will never see me slaving for c-suites, regardless of field, regardless of essentiality. Remind me of Primus's "HOINFODAMAN", I won't do it.
Oh I'm talking about the ones who are already downrange, as opposed to during the village sweeps. Like, my granddad used to tell stories about one of his squaddies fragging a lieutenant because of the draft during his stay in Vietnam
Y'know, this is usually the part of the story where butterbars start finding the gift pineapples their press-ganged conscripts left under their cots for them. Wonder why we don't hear stories about salsafied Banderites more often.
I used to be a Takedown purist; but I kinda lean on the side of Paradise on the other side of having 100%'d the pre-remaster version without the DLCs added and shit. The only place I feel Paradise is lacking is we don't get Aftertouch anymore, and there's so many missing takedown types from Takedown and Revenge.
I do love how they created fake manufacturers and models to get around not having to license real-world manufacturers, too.
Imagine a neighboring country invaded your country, stole your land, killed your people indiscriminately, raped your women, tortured your defending soldiers, and spread propaganda that you all deserved this and would continue to receive this until you ceded all lands and resources to them. Now, what does fair peace look like in this scenario?
When you can answer this question regarding what white Amerika deserves, honestly, and without exceptionalist bias, that'll be the ONLY time you're EVER allowed to opine on the subject of what "invaders" deserve, who the actual colonizers are, or how to solve the problem. You fucking ghoul.
There is no curse in any language known to man, beast, or processor-equipped machine to describe the withering fucking contempt I have for you and your entire lineage. I wish that your granddad would've worn a condom, or that your mother had swallowed; but since here we are, and this horrifying, monstrous take has inconvenienced so many electrons to get to me, I simply wish for the worst for you.
I hope you and everyone you care for have to live through the loss of the hegemon you've unjustly enjoyed. I hope you have to live through climate collapse. I hope you have to live knowing that the global hatred you will inevitably accrue will all be justified. I hope you live to know and understand why you are the ass of the joke, to every tongue in the world that has ever had a resource extracted from it by the Amerikan empire. And only after all of that do I hope you die nameless.