I would say that‘s an entirely different point. If someone likes to literally watch paint dry, who am I to invade their discussions tell them they shouldn’t? Let people like what they like even if you personally think it’s neither good nor fun.
Care to explain what you mean by that?
“I don’t like it so it must be bad” in relation to all kinds of media. So many people can’t accept that something just isn’t meant for them. There are literally thousands of games, movies and albums getting released every year so if you don’t like something, just don’t buy it and move on instead of complaining to (and sometimes about) those of us who are looking forward to it.
Edit: this might not strictly be the most toxic behavior but it makes social interactions super annoying, even in small groups and it seems to coincide with people who are overall fond of forcing their personal views and beliefs on others.
Many western social media sites are banned in China.
Not really. As the devs themselves have stated, one of the reasons was that Chinese players don’t have access to most of the established feedback channels like the official discord server and social media accounts so their only option to reliably get the devs‘ attention is through Steam reviews. If I remember correctly, they are (have been?) working on improving communication, for example through an ingame feedback form.
Even a person should not be able to delete critical backups without jumping through a couple of hoops.
Not even that. Calculators have their own limitations related to rounding errors and big numbers. Their results may be deterministic but they are not always accurate.
At least to me and my friends who watched it with me. See my other reply for an explanation why. But of course, tastes differ and there seem to be quite a few people on here who liked it.
My main criticism about Glass Onion is that the twist only works because Blanc knows something from the start that the audience can’t really figure out on their own. I prefer detective stories where the main character has the same opportunities to gather information as I have and if I pay close enough attention, I can figure out most of what happened before the big reveal.
But I’m glad that you liked it. Shows that the series caters to different tastes.
Which is why I liked Andor and especially Acolyte so much. Finally a new perspective.
Yeah, that’s all I can think of right now.
Your comment inspired me to write a short story. It’s the first draft of the first bit of fiction I’ve written in a while so don’t expect too much but I wanted to share:
I should have seen it coming, he thought as he drifted through the emptiness of space.
It wasn’t the first time he had thought that and it wouldn’t be the last but it was exactly what went through his mind at this moment. There wasn’t much to think about but regrets. Not much to do either. Nobody to talk to, not even air in his lungs to scream into the void. Just empty space, fading memories and regrets.
It all had started with an innocent thought, back when he had been a young boy by the name of Marcus. He had watched as his older brother’s favorite dog had been hit by a cart. That had been his first real contact with death and as is normal for any person, he had thought: I don’t want to die. For most people, that thought just leads to a generally cautious lifestyle, maybe a list of things to do, but overall, they don’t spend too much time thinking it. But Marcus had never been like most people. From that day on, that one new thought had consumed his every waking moment and his list of things to do in life had consisted of only one item: become immortal.
So he had spent most of his youth hunting for information about his new obsession, much to his father’s displeasure. He had read stories from Roman and Greek mythology, had found a rare translation of Egyptian lore and had even talked to soldiers returning from the barbarian lands in the north. At one point he had waited outside a doctor’s house for days until two of his brothers had come to drag him back home.
And eventually he had actually found the secret to immortality, long before the medieval alchemists and the 21st century cryopreservation craze. Ironically it had been something so trivial, so mundane that he couldn’t remember what it had been. Then again, after living uncountable lifetimes, there was a lot he couldn’t remember anymore.
What he had found was even what people generally considered the “good” kind of immortal. Not the one where you technically can’t die but still age and become so sick and frail that you can’t do much with your life. He didn’t need to eat, drink, breathe or sleep, couldn’t get sick and couldn’t really be harmed even by extreme forces. With time he even learned to endure things that couldn’t threaten his immortal life but still felt unpleasant, like pain, heat and cold. Even in the endless nothingness of space, he still looked like a healthy middle-aged man with only a couple of scars from before his immortality.
But of course there was a catch. There was always a catch and he should have seen it coming. He had seen so many things coming, just not the important ones.
Outliving his family and friends had been painful but to be expected from the start. Everyone who seriously thinks about immortality comes to terms with that after a while. Even the downfall of his entire culture at the hands of foreign invaders hadn’t really impacted him. By that point he had already been at the other end of the world, studying cultures that nobody from his home had ever heard about.
He had seen empires rise and fall, political systems blossom and revert to absolutist monarchies, religions morph into each other. He had been there for that brief moment in time when humanity had seemingly invented everything at once: contraptions to connect the planet, to explore beyond it and to turn it into a barren rock where no life was possible. Well, no life except his own. He had tried to warn others after the first few rounds of almost-extinction but every time the best he could manage had been a few decades of rebuilding and halfhearted attempts at making sure it couldn’t happen again. And then it had happened again. And again.
Only when he had become the last bit of sentient life for as far as he could reach, he had figured out what the catch was. He was immortal. He couldn’t die by any means, not even by his own hand, and that meant he would be alone forever. It’s not like he had never tried to help others become immortal. He had offered it to his closest friends, to countless lovers that he couldn’t bear to lose and to a few strangers that he had thought to be important for the world’s future. Most of them had laughed at him or politely humored him but never really put any effort into it. A select few had made genuine attempts but none had ever managed to do what he had done. He could only assume they had been lacking that unwavering conviction that had driven him in his youth.
And so he had been alone. For the first few years it hadn’t bothered him too much. After millennia of being around every conceivable kind of person on earth, a bit of peace and quiet had actually been welcome. Eventually, he had spent a few decades, maybe centuries, looking for other survivors but with no success. The only thing he had found was a few remaining sea critters and for a while he had even attempted to breed them into something that would make a good pet.
He had tried to build his own rocket to get off this gods-damned rock and see something new in the universe but it turns out that even with all the knowledge of humankind, more spare time than a human could ever dream about and a whole heap of mangled spare parts that had conveniently been left behind by previous generations, a single human being just can’t do that.
So all he had left to do was sit there for a couple billion years and wait for the sun to burn out and swallow earth.
It had been a spectacle that he wished to be able to share with others. It had been really bright, really hot and a lot slower than he had expected. But most importantly, it had been the last time something interesting had happened to him. After who knows how long, the sun had finally shed it’s outer shell and collapsed into a white dwarf.
The only other thing left was him. No planets, no asteroid belt, nothing particularly interesting to look at. Just empty space, fading memories and regret.
Necessary? No. Not much except eating, drinking and breathing is. Even reproduction is optional from the view of a single individual.
A good idea? Absolutely:
Am I supposed to tell them I really really wanna kms right now?
Yes. If you don’t, they can’t help you.
Nah, they’d lock me up lmfao
Not if you are honest about it. Talking openly about it instead of just doing it is a good sign that you might be ready to fix stuff.
Can’t even tell my mom cuz she’d get mad at me…
That’s not normal and not healthy. Tell your therapist. They might be able to find a way to get you out of an unhealthy environment, at least for a while.
Not me but someone close to me:
Night. Getting out of bed in time for work is hard enough. Showering in the morning would mean I need to get up even earlier.
What we do know is that the full title includes “as the Gravest Crime against Humanity” and I can fully respect countries having reservations against that when there are other similarly horrible crimes. I don’t know why Germany abstained but I figure that some people might be pretty angry at them if they declared the slave trade was worse than the holocaust.
The “Gravest Crime against Humanity” part honestly explains why so many countries abstained.
The slave trade was an absolute atrocity and certainly one of the gravest crimes against humanity but should we label it as the gravest crime? Do we really need to introduce a ranking between slavery, the holocaust and dozens of other genocides instead of agreeing that they are/were all bad without picking one as the worst?
Sorry to disappoint but alligators are not closely related to dinosaurs even though they have existed for a long time. Birds on the other hand are dinosaurs.