Away down South in the land of traitors…
I’m married sixteen years and super happy. I guess it just depends on who you marry
I’m in the middle of my first AB playthrough. I’m currently trying to figure out yellow science and it’s like like I’m living in a dream world trying to juggle all these fluids. I almost need to start over I’ve got such a crazy spaghetti mess with all these fluids and minerals
This game is so good, and the mods make it even better
Yep, other than ending up at Reddit because I’m searching for something, which I’ll call passive use. My active use of posting and commenting is entirely on Lemmy
I checked this album out, and man that song “Sunset” has been stuck in my head for two days now. It absolutely slaps. Thanks for writing this up, I’m absolutely loving some of her music. Some feels yeah a little bland, but some of it is absolutely electric.
Here’s a list of dope stuff you could get into
Absolutely incredible post. I agree with a lot of this, and it fills in some great details about difference regions I’ve not gotten to visit.
I did the southern half of the AT last winter, and I used an umbrella, rain jacket, rain pants, and these lightweight rubbery fishing gauntlets from Japan. They are lined with a synthetic wool material and are fully waterproof. All in I was very comfortable.
Yeah the content isn’t quite as niche yet, but I way prefer it
Good find. Honestly though I’m just glad to be on Lemmy, knowing if absolutely all else fails I’ll just host my own server and listen into the fediverse. Can’t stop the signal
I used to make maps by hand. Over time I got better and better at holding on to where I was. I’ve read studies that playing 3d games increases spacial awareness, so it might get better over time.
Other options I do when I’m too meh to bother is mods to add maps and quest tracking if the game doesn’t already have it
In Middle-earth’s realm, where tales unfold,
Gordon Ramsay, bold and brash, strolled.
To Gollum’s dark cave, he ventured, keen,
Seeking a meal, not raw fish, but beans, pristine.
But Gollum, his eyes gleaming, offered his fare,
Slippery fish, the stench filling the air.
Yet Ramsay’s demand remained, unwavering, it seems,
“I want beans, not this rubbish,” he yelled and he screamed.
In the Shire’s golden meadows, where sunbeams dance,
Tom Bombadil’s song of beans, a joyful romance.
With merry laughter, he sings of their delight,
Their tender skins, their flavors, both day and night.
From pinto to navy, kidney to black,
Beans, his true love, a hearty snack.
In Tom’s jolly heart, their magic is seen,
For nothing quite matches his love for beans.
I’m ded. Although my big trick lately is just adding 3x to whatever I think, and it works pretty well