No piercings because they scare me, but I do have tattoos. 5 big ones on chest/torso/back/shoulder, and one tiny one on my foot.
Do you want your son to hate you?
Sure it's an expensive gift, but what does it matter if you know the other parents are fine with it?
Soft, reverby female vocals on dirty or lofi instrumentals
Almost never. My dreams are usually "me" (a bodiless third-person observer) drifting through wastelands devoid of life. Some favourites include blue hour medieval cobblestone wasteland, and golden hour desert wasteland.
If there ever is other "life" it tends to be big cats and they're always hostile. And of course I do have a body for them to hunt in those instances.
Back in my teen years I kept a dream journal and I did have "normal" believable dreams sometimes, but they don't really happen anymore.
Everyone wants something from you and they want it NOW, but when you need something it's like pulling teeth to even get acknowledgement.
People exiting a building or vehicle get priority over people entering. Let people out before you go cram yourself in the way.
The defining factors for me are the dropping of souls on death/ the ability to pick them up again, and the dodge roll with i-frames. Everything else is not unique to soulslikes.
Interconnect world? Metroidvanias.
Combat and boss fights? Zelda.
Difficulty? Ghouls 'n Ghosts.
If you were to give me examples of the soul-dropping mechanic and i-frame dodging in other games, then I would probably have to adjust my definition to include some or all of the above factors along with those two. But for now that's it.
I'm skeptical too, but I have to admit the footage of the one on the road where he visited was pretty convincing. Though in a world of AI and deepfakes I don't know that I can trust it. Curious to see if he finds anything.
A plastic stepping stool that is probably older than me. It holds a subwoofer off the ground so that the downstairs neighbours don't get thumped too hard (they have never complained).
I can share my anecdote about a girl I dated who had bipolar disorder. Take it with a grain of salt.
She was fine until she decided to get off her medication, and then things got chaotic. Sudden shifts from cheery to outraged about little things (not being included in a short conversation with my roommate about fishing), leaving in the middle of the night to walk home through a sketchy downtown area and convinced she would be fine. I worried for her safety and had to walk her home against her protest.
Then there were arguments about conversations that we never had. I don't know if that had anything to do with bipolar or something else.
From what I can tell the medication made a world of difference. If I knew better at the time I would have tried to convince her to get back on it.
Mentally I'm the faded projection of Max in the background