

meh. artists grow over time. and studios grow in the flexibility they have to message. support another studio that gives you what you want.
“Humans are just imperfect crabs.” - @pH3ra@CubitOom@lemmy.ml
Trying to be the best crab I can.


meh. artists grow over time. and studios grow in the flexibility they have to message. support another studio that gives you what you want.


support artists that make the art you want. don’t shit on the stuff others enjoy.
can you imagine fallout new vegas without the politics? og deus ex?


they want something that won’t challenge their preconceptions one iota. they don’t care about artists crafting a story, they want slop that confirms their biases.


they also want skilled labor; they are happy to have it scrape from authors and artists - primarily the same groups who the ruling class despise.


seems like a boon to swatters and the shitbags of the world… sure, privacy minded people, ICE trackers etc., yeah, but also… the shitbags…


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hey now, I play a tortle, no fur involved thanks.
shellsona works tho
Personally, if I knew the GM was secretly adjusting the game much I’d feel dissatisfied
the point is to make your death a fun and meaningful one, or at least a good punchline to a run. it’s not ‘to let you win’ - I’ve had characters of my own survive encounters but regret the outcome - I think you’re reducing the dm/gm role to a combat calculator, and there’s so much more going on with a talented one. storytelling is my favorite part of DM’ing and I’ll be fucked if I let a kobold derail the overall plan… but there’s a lot of room for kobold fuckery within that envelope.
so the jerk ratio is higher? genuine query, only played with friends irl
I just wish someone would combine TMNT & Other Strangeness’s character creation (any animal etc.,) with Spore or some other creature creation engine in a CRPG.
it’d be tough to balance but holy hell would that be something fun


“He’s a LICH, you can’t kill him, he’ll just keep coming back.”
“All part of the fun.”


don’t be naive. they’ll ignore platforms that don’t deliver detailed metrics on all their fans/customers, and pay premiums for insights that allow them to manipulate fandom / ticket purchases / merch.


yep.


to publish ios apps you need to run xcode, last time I checked (admittedly it’s been 7ish years) - and you need to build on mac hardware. none of which is cheap, especially for devs who don’t see any additional revenue from their ios apps.
I missed this somehow. Donated to them repeatedly because of the wayback machine, which they created.
but I’m still pissed off at their stupidity.
? what did I miss?
one, show up, please, on time please, but not like 3 hours early…
two, if you want food, bring food you want. if my snack supplies don’t suit your palette… that’s not my problem to solve.
three, for gygax’s sake remember, it’s a game, a game, it’s got chutes and ladders yo, it’s not the instant gratification machine some think it is.
People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you. You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity. Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head. You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
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