How do you think I died the first time? Gabe Newell himself gave me mouth to mouth and as I coughed out my thanks, he leaned in close to whisper “game trading is available through European accounts” before leaving through the office window.

Weird way to tell someone you roofied them.

Over my twice dead body. This is effectively just waste for the sake of producing waste, as the article pointed out. It’s the worst of two worlds, you no longer own your game and you have to find a little nubbin to play it. Piracy should not produce a superior product.

I- I don’t understand. They were doing some sort of Pavlovian dom/sub kink play?

For the record, I thought you were hilarious.

Edit: actually no, I still don’t like this joke

I’ve always had an extreme fondness for this one, as it perfectly describes the way my mom and I used to watch horror movies. Every word in her voice, tone matching. Remember to cherish the people in your life. They’re not here forever.

Moisture and warmth are the answer. Mold loves moisture and warmth and you gifted it one or the other, at some point.

I’m guessing they have a less sexy set of stairs for actual use, as these assuredly couldn’t support the weight of any furniture.

Wait, was she? I got Eastern European, but not Jewish vibes

For the two other people here who haven’t watched Star Trek, they’re essentially mentally disabled fascist swindlers and cutthroats bent on fucking their way across the universe with technology they barely understand.

Pakled?

Can it be 2029 yet?

reminds me of the semi-true factoid about Swedish people calling in too gay for work.

During this thread, i started to feel as though sex were, metaphorically, Fahrenheit pretending to be Celsius. It’s still useful in its own way, but an updated lexicon would be helpful as we evolve.

I don’t disagree, it’s just a lament born of exhaustion. As if any subsequent divisions, alternatives, euphemisms, or specifications wouldn’t immediately be surmised as “woke mind virus.”

I admit, I do genuinely love the left wing resolution to the question. “Just give people the freedom to harmlessly be themselves, or else” pretty succinctly cuts through the stochastic terrorism. From the outside, it seems like a complete philosophy with room for future development, edges only apparent when we begin to question what’s human or harmless.

Simply absolving people of the need to care about something is a gloriously tantalizing gesture, and simultaneously collectivizing them through a broader umbrella is powerful. It’s religion for atheists.

I guess it’s fine to accept that there is no single answer to a question, but the absence of concrete definability in a colloquial term is just upsetting on its face. I recognize that there’s no real need for it to be monolithic, but even figuring out how to phrase my question without seeming threatening was a challenge.

In the end, I just want folks to feel safe when I speak to them, and through the answers imparted upon me, I’m inching closer to the level of inclusion that I strive toward. I sincerely appreciate the answer, and if there’s anything that I’ve said here that seems at odds with my stated goal, I apologize.

They built a maze so the pressure can’t find its way out, got it.

This is excellent advice that I wish I could immediately incorporate into my being. You’ve described alchemy, as far as my technical but inarticulate ass goes. I hope to be able to do this in person some day.