For a single moment, the Daemon slipped and Donald Trumps soul came to the forefront. Long enough for his facial muscles to hint the motion of what should be a decades long suppressed scream of agony and terror. The Daemon retakes control of the body immediately, chaining Trumps soul into his subconscious depths.
“That wasn’t the deal, Donnie”, it whispered. “We aren’t done yet.”
I can’t take it anymore. I want to play it now. Today a friend and I both chat about what’s new, speculate and make comparisons to Space Exploration. We actually still are doing that.
GF and I are about to go eat some sushi in a fancy restaurant and the only thing I can think about is blasting my cargo into space one more time. We already got the confirmation that Space Age won’t be as complex and challenging as Space Exploration, but I can’t wait to see what crazy stuff the modders will come up with!
Can I get into trouble for calling myself an “investigative journalist”? Like, can I stand in front of the camera and say the dumbest, factually most incorrect shit, like these vatnik bitches and still call myself that, even I didn’t learn that job somewhere? Is there any kind of legal trouble I have to expect as long as I don’t go full Alex Jones?
Not only as an encouragement to make someone vote, but also for safety reasons. I have a bad feeling about the US elections next month. The cult has shown that they will do anything to keep people from voting against their messiah.
Last time I was on the dating market some of these people popped up on the dating app. Holy hell and it were always the maniacs that had to make their dumbassery public.
My favourite was that young lady who was extremely anti vax and tried to make it a “my body my choice” kind of thing. Everything read like she died on that hill a couple of times already.
Not if you made “being upset” your character trait. There are too many kids (and adults with the mental capability of kids) who fall for this crap over and over again. It wouldn’t be that frustrating when they got upset about stuff that’s actually real.
There was that one time the translator fucked up royally and I lost my shit in The Devastation of Baal by Guy Haley.
To understand we have to look at the pronoun „you“ and it’s German equivalents “Ihr“ and “du“. English doesn’t differentiate between a formal and an informal “you”. It’s just “you”. So you can use “you” in both ways and the reader gets the meaning and tone from context.
For example: “My lord, you have to act!” Gives you everything you need and you know from context how the power dynamics between the characters are.
The German equivalent for that sentence would be: „Mein Herr, Ihr müsst handeln!“ To be fair, you can confuse the possessive pronoun “Ihr” with the regular plural pronoun “ihr”. Both of which are completely different. That’s German for you.
But our translator used the common “du”. The sentence “Mein Herr, du musst handeln!” Not only makes my ears bleed, it also makes no sense in universe. You cannot stand before one of the most well known and revered ANGELS OF MOTHFUCKERING DEATH and say “du”! You uncivilised donkey!
I feel you. Really miss 40klore and an endless stream of bunny pictures. The only two things I miss on Lemmy. Everything else I care about arrived or is arriving.
Thanks I changed it. Have a nice day!