zifnab25
joined 5 years ago
Rivaling the rogue's boutique skill system for moments of "Why on earth did they shoehorn that in there?" game design.
If you don't want to go broke paying extortionary rents, you should get a six figure loan at near-double-digit interest to purchase a dump at the edge of town whose value is entirely predicated on infinite investment cash propping up the real estate market.
Its very simple economics 101 stuff that us logical centrists figure out how to do with our parents money ages ago.
The meek only get to inherit the earth after the mighty have trashed the place.
staring up from my budget, where I've allocated several billion dollars for state of the art gender detection machines
Where the hell are we going to find the money for health care, asshole? There's no magic money tree!
Get Warren on the ticket and it can be Liz/Liz for Priz
Old 2e game back in middle school. My DM introduced a weapon common to goblins called a "Herculean Club". It did d10 damage and could be used by a small creature, but it would break in two if you rolled less than a 3.
Our ranger loved them, because they were ideal for two-weapon fighting (big oopsey on the DM's part). But his rolls were shit, so he was always breaking them. At one point, he went through six different clubs in an encounter, and the DM demanded to see his character sheet. Dude had, like, 30 of these on there. But also an 18/70 strength score, so... shrug
This feels like the fentanyl hysteria arc.
Media fixates on fentanyl/tunnels to distract from the bigger problem of oxycotin/genocide
The tails get longer and longer, until cops/IDF are going into panics over the very idea of fentanyl/tunnels.
Some dumbshit officer comes up with a stupid idea to address the made up problem.
We spend billions of dollars to make everything worse, because we spooked ourselves with our own propaganda.
Dude has an insane base of dipshit followers who gloom onto him and worship his every footstep. He also maybe possibly has, like, a baby-making ranch full of women he's conned into being his baby-mamas, a few of which sincerely adore him (at least, per TrueAnon).
He's even bought that. He's still not happy, though, cause his cravings constantly exceed his rate of consumption.
Hardly. Dude's probably hacked a COVID-infused lung onto a thousand members of his security detail by now.
$50 on the table, I'm betting Elon picked up the game, tried to do crimes, failed miserably, and decided Aktuly Doing Crime Not Cool.
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