The one I never get tired of replaying is Mafia 2. Maybe a weird choice since it’s very linear and every play through is pretty much the same. But the story is just perfect for me. The gameplay perfectly suits the story, nothing especially clever, just well executed.

Then there’s games like Binding of Isaac or Dead Cells where every play through is different.

Yup, ferrum is the Latin word.

I read that as not being directed at you but more as realisation that the state of things are even worse than suggested in the first comment.

“Why is this specific gender affirming care ok but not the rest?”

“That specific thing is actually mutilation”

“So to THEM (not you) mutilation is ok but not gender affirming care(any at all)!”

Yeah, every word is made up. Looks like this one is made up “from lonia, the ancient region (western Asia Minor) occupied by the lonian people” as it says in the graphic as well as the suffix “stan”, which you probably know from some other countries and “is Persian and Urdu for “place of” or “where one stands”” according to dictionary.com.

XIII

A Dyson sphere

You means no one in Australia was found after being killed by a spider since 1979. Little beasts have become that good at hiding the remains.

You see the clouds in the sky? They are made of tiny water droplets. At some point the cloud is saturated and the droplets get too big to stay suspended in the air any longer, so they start falling towards the earth as raindrops. Some may hit a cyclist and either roll off their raincoat or get absorbed by other clothing until they evaporate again, travelling upwards into the clouds and starting their journey all over again.

Bot or not, it’s no tits!

“They” probably made a bunch, but I’d recommend you to check out Venjent - Calling for You (ft. Oktae) (and anything else from him tbh).

In 2001 “Kuno the killer catfish” was accused of swallowing a dachshund. It was a big story at the time, people were trying to catch the fish but failed. Two years later a big ass catfish was found dead, proclaimed to be Kuno, stuffed and is displayed in a museum to this day.

Sync has the same issue. Lemmy supports up to 99 nested comments but the apps can’t display it.

What is she doing with the seatbelt?

Fun fact: if you open more than 100 tabs in chrome (at least on android), it no longer shows the number of open tabs, it just says “:D”.

If it’s incognito tabs, it says “;)”.

I haven’t seen a number in years. This means I’d have to count manually which I’m not going to do. Hope this answers your question sufficiently.

Why wait?

(Verse 1) Sitting in the cab of my old pickup truck, Memories rollin’ by, like the miles we used to clock. Drove through the sunset, with you by my side, Never thought a metal heart could take me for a ride.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.

(Verse 2) We hauled our troubles down those lonesome roads, Your engine hummed the tunes, while our story unfolds. Loaded up with laughter, and baggage too, Little did I know, you had a route of your own to pursue.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.

(Bridge) I miss the way your headlights cut through the night, The hum of your engine, our rhythm just right. But now the road is empty, just echoes of our song, You found a new destination, I guess I got it wrong.

(Verse 3) We parked under stars, shared secrets in the dark, But now it’s just silence, an abandoned truck stop. I’m left with memories, and a tank full of regret, A self-driving heartbreak, I’ll never forget.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.

(Outro) So here I am, parked on this lonely track, Wishing you’d come back, but you won’t look back. You rolled away, with gears that don’t feel, Left me stranded, at the crossroads of steel.