I should have said more, for once. I meant simulation more to describe the Bethesda house style, which seems to be this idea that having apples that can roll around on a table or whatever is immersive and engaging enough that you don’t need Michael Kirkbride hanging around putting weird metaphysical shit all over the place, actually. I wasn’t saying they were good at it, only that it appears to be what they think.

I think they really don’t believe in storytelling in the way traditional game writers do. They think enough simulation can replace good writing.

Personally I’m certain they are wrong, and it’s tragic that they own the Elder Scrolls IP.

It’s not just the stupidest voters, but also the mid-wits who thought they could court the stupidest voters by being almost the worst option

I just don’t see how that translates to the game board as it stands without a world war ensuing. There are enough nuclear powers in the world that someone is popping off before we get there.

So you’re imagining a stable power vacuum as the greatest superpower in history willfully shrinks due to the leadership of a foreign asset?

Respectfully, why?

WWIII was already about to happen, now the spinning plates are being handed to the closest thing we’ve got to the antichrist. Sorry for sounding bothered

If their takeaway from this decade’s comedy of errors is to make more Metroid, I’d say let them cook. Dread was a little too easy (a scrub like me could beat it) but they could do worse than keep fine tuning that recipe.

Teenage years are stressful, there’s plenty to hope for that it’ll pass. Look for solid page turners tuned to her interests and drop a copy at the right moment later on.

Didn’t Zelenskyy say they could rebuild their nukes in a couple of weeks if this happened?

I honestly don’t think so, bestie. Monkey’s not gonna press the keys randomly at all. Somewhere in the recesses of his monkey neurons he’ll have made implicit connections between letters and letter combinations. This is the infinite typewriter monkey, not some two-bit organ grinder’s bitch. This monkey has been places, probably been through hell getting to this position in life. Seen wars, been across the globe, and now he’s the star of a famous thought experiment. He loves lowercase t because he’s a devout Christian after having been rescued by that missionary, and being a monkey he doesn’t quite grasp the distinction. Wanna see what he wrote? tttt hhdfyb my ik t tkkoptt aa aaaa Bernardo : Who’s there? tt ttt eeertyuhjk t

You call that random?

I don’t think it works honestly. You’d need a monkey with a lasting and dutiful commitment to true randomness to ever get anything but a finite number of button mashing variations. Monkeys like that don’t come cheaply.

So it evaporates unburned? That might be worse than burning it, given methane is a greenhouse gas.

It is de facto already the case, thanks to bad campaign finance laws.

“He shook hands with him [Putin]. He smiled. He was asked to come to promote the BRICS summit even more. He was used by them, and he seemed happy to be used,” the official told POLITICO on condition of anonymity to be able to discuss the sensitive matter.

It is

With a nation as powerful as the US, it’s never going to be one issue, and the options are rarely going to be simply good things versus simply bad things - at least until we have a form of democracy that is more representative and we do a lot of work on a, let’s just admit it, undereducated, overly propagandized, and far too distracted electorate.

It’s a hell of a thing isn’t it, seeing a journalist speak nonsense this confidently

When Elder Scrolls had a character sheet, you designated specific skills that would contribute to leveling. Stealth archers were only as common as the people who preferred that play style.

Archery did kinda suck in ES3 though. Point being, incidental play didn’t sabotage your character authorship. Character sheets are great.

Saved for when I get my home server back up and running. This sounds way better than keeping everything on an external SSD.

I’m a fucking albatross, I know… Or whatever that sailor’s curse bird is I forget. A crested wank.