There’s 7 of them. Maybe she should have swallowed a few.

By the time they’re finished either there will be no more radiation or we’ll be living in that world.

Warriors, come out to pla-ay

If we didn’t both know who our fathers were and if he weren’t a few years older that would absolutely describe us anyway. Went to school not far from each other and I played baseball against his younger brother, then was on the team with his brother for fall ball. Different churches that were part of the same cult. Similar teenage interests. Same social circles just a few years apart. Same branch of the military and same rate (this is where we went from being aware of each other to being friends). Both married and divorced young. Super similar career paths. Both settled in the same large city several hours from our small hometowns (I got here first, for once) and played music with the same people. Super similar adult interests completely separate from our teen interests. It’s fucking freaky. We didn’t even realize it for years until it was pointed out.

He eventually moved out east while I stayed. I’m one of like 3 people he still keeps in contact with in the state.

What in the actual fuck? I went and looked up the lyrics. I went and looked at some of the things people were saying on xcancel. I haven’t looked at the service formerly known as Twitter in years.

So I repeat, what in the actual fuck? The very loud unveiled racism, the calling a black preacher “more like rabbi” for calling out hate, the glorifying Nazis by saying they drug Germany and the world into the modern age…like not dog whistles. Out and out fucking craziness.

I mean, I knew these people existed. I know some in real life. I grew up near a whole town built on white supremacy and dated a woman whose incarcerated brother was in the Aryan Brotherhood (she cut off contact but her mom gave out her address…I got to read the letters from him and they were disturbing). Hell, a MUD I played had a front end called Stormfront so I ended up in a very bad Internet forum looking for info and even it was tame comparatively. I’ve never seen so many gathered in one place using such uncoded and terrible language.

Jesus tapdancing Christ. It’s a different thing knowing something this horrible exists and seeing this bullshit go down.

I can’t play with my friend because we play the same guy.

Both rogue. Both street tough types rather than the shadowy assassin type. Both used to end up taking a couple of levels of either Bard or fighter and ended up with a swashbuckler. No strength, all dex and cha.

We did play together a few times and would swap out which one of us got to play that guy. The other always played a very angry wizard. Just grumpy as shit. Good at a lot of things, but preferred to either fireball or magic missile his way out of situations. Talking to NPCs? I think I’ve got potions brewing. Must be off!

Before we played together we played the same MUD separately. Yep, same character. We ran into each other from time to time.

In high school we played at the same place but a couple of years apart. I started going when he left for the Navy. The guy who DM’ed there said my character reminded me of that guy a lot.

I want to play BG3 with him remotely and both play swashbucklers.

Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.

I live and die by my pocket notebook and phone calendar.

I had a boss like this. Every so often when we had something that needed to be done I’d remind him of his previous idea (which didn’t exist) that we all thought was so good and he’s the bestest and smartest manager ever.

It was so easy to get whatever I wanted done.

Some of us live in BJ deserts where you can’t get good, quality BJs from home.

That’s not really extra. It’s like food. Absolute necessity.

Where in America? I don’t doubt it, I’m just not familiar with it. Is it possibly something that has fallen out as a slang term or incredibly regional?

Oh, how fancy. Look at the queen of England here, too good to eat parking lot veal.

It’s apple plus. I have no idea how any of their stuff is because it’s the only service I haven’t tried. But I’ve heard good things about their sci fi offerings.

Payment, half a bottle of whiskey, and 20 minutes of crying.

It was phat. Raise the roof. You’re bodacious.

Otherwise, gag me with a spoon because I’m grody.

But you’re not jamming with the console cowboys there, as much as I wish that happened. I guess I should have hacked the Gibson harder.

On an entirely related note, theoretically there will be a Neuromancer TV show next year.

Danger Zone

Or multiple with the same/similar names where one is actually really amazing and the other is using cheap ingredients and putting them together poorly.