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For a single file, I just use Bluetooth. For a lot of files, or a really big file, I plug my phone into the PC and set it to storage device.

A streamer I watch mentioned how they played D&D and it wasn’t all super horny like all the D&D memes he finds and I just had to wonder what weird D&D group he played with that there wasn’t at least 1 person playing a Bard whose entire schtick was fucking their way out of every problem?

My disappointment that this is just an image and not a link to an actual parody song is immeasurable.

Almost 3TB this month.

Most of that was from downloading Stalker 2 and the updates for it, though. Game was fucking huge and a couple of the updates were as big as the whole ass game.

Each ant only gives you 0.0000000001 XP so multiply that by 100.

After 3 upgrades since the game came out, I can get a pretty consistent 40fps in Arma 3. 😤

Playing Planescape: Torment is how I learned most of the bureaucracy of at least some parts/planes of D&D because there is a conversation between a demon and a devil at a bar where they are arguing over some mundane aspects of the governments in hell/the abyss and they go into extreme detail about various shit.

My sister and I were diving deep into the lore and rules for mimics and the most terrifying thing they could be, is either an entire planet or a humanoid. They might even be able to be a planet-sized humanoid. Or even a human-sized planetoid 😱

The song the bard plays.

If there was a hole that went from one side of the earth, through the middle, to the other side and was safe for humans to be in: How much would they be charging to jump in? And how long would it take to fall all the way through?

Guess I’ll just die. At least it’ll be in private. 🤷🏻‍♂️

I always try to have 2 Immovable Rods with my character so I basically have an infinite ladder. You can lock and unlock each rod and use them like rungs to climb things, cross gaps, etc. And they’re not really rare or expensive.

Maybe add the opposite of those; rods that never stop moving. Unstoppable Rods.

“Fie… That’s all anyone ever has 😩”

As more of an outside observer here:

When I was still using Reddit, it looked like most people in that community were just running personal home media servers using basic as fuck raspberry pi setups or just old hardware that could handle it, like maybe a modded Xbox or something.

Here on Lemmy, it looks more like you’re all actual networking specialists hosting damn near everything from home automation to business-level server systems for your home business. You guys are serious; Reddit isn’t. Respect.

They still have their Hexbear accts I’m sure, but they’ll be maining the troll accts because they need their supply.

They should try attaching a tube from their asshole to their nose, then, so they can get high on their own supply.

You don’t make full-size, movie-like sets, then dress up as your characters and use your own bodies as figures, throwing wads of paper while yelling “fireball?”

I just remember the time I was playing my evil cleric in a campaign, we had just leveled up and I just got access to the spell Death Touch. I was itching to try it on something but the rest of the party (all good guys) was being super extra cautious as usual, despite everyone being a min-maxed fucking monster and shouldn’t be flinching from fighting, and somehow my character was left alone with the NPC that was feeding us our quests.

“I cast death touch on the old man.”

“…Are you sure?”

I glance at my notes checking the goals given to me by my own God, from the DM at the very first session. He knows I am evil, he encouraged me to play this character because he fucking loves him for some reason, and had tasked me with just causing chaos as a follower of Cyric does.

“Fuck yeah I’m sure.”

I assume he was only warning me because this dude should have been super high level, but I was also a min-maxed monster and had a +31 charisma bonus. And he rolled a 1 on the saving throw.

“You touch the old man and he screams sharply before cumpling to the ground like a sack of bricks.”

“Do we hear that?” Says our Lawful Stupid paladin who has been metagaming the entire time to try and out me as being evil.

“Yes.”

“I sprint back to see what’s going on.”

Several failed sense motive checks on his part later,

“I’m telling you, he just had a heart attack or something.”

That would definitely fit right in at our table. Half the group is trying to break the game with their build, and the other half is trying to one-up the first half.

I am a level 17 Install Wizard.