

i know a cat that would just start purring and maybe lick your foot if you used it as a footrest (gently)
i know a cat that would just start purring and maybe lick your foot if you used it as a footrest (gently)
which checks out becuase uhhh, that’s why we invented stories 🧠
every time games let you do things like this for “quality of life” it’s basically dead to me, at that point why the fuck are you even playing the game? hey all of this running around on the football field is annoying, let’s just roll a dice to decide who scores a goal
feels like this was moments before headbutt
salted noodle water? well look at mr. fucking gourmet over here, sheesh
that’s where the workouts enter the picture
i want to outlive the last fascist
thank you for justifying my dislike of the name
that’s true to a degree, but not for 10k hours, 10k hours is literally the amount of time people use as a benchmark for slogging away at something until you master it and i can’t think of any FPS game that is quite that varied unless you just play a new map every day
bakes it in a kiln, making it durable and waterproof
The ghosts of our ancestors:
i mean, same
cloning is pretty simple: you end up in both places. there’s no magical continuity of experience, both clones are equal and will 100% feel like the original and have equally valid claims to such, and to a third observer it would basically just look like two very confused identical twins who share their memories before the cloning.
You obviously wouldn’t end up with a single conscience experiencing both points of view at once, lmao.
it’s just like copying data on a computer, it’s all the same data so it’s nonsensical to call any copy the “original”.
i don’t think soap with grit added would have ever been considered a luxury product, low-quality soap still looks way prettier
not to worry, plenty of people type with a single finger flying across the keyboard, many still know cramping fingers 🥰
it’s only a problem if you think the sole thing defining “you” is an intangible soul that for some reason wouldn’t just transfer between or get copied alongside instances of yourself
the line of reasoning you talk about has always been so strange to me, you’d be talking to a person walking out of a transporter and insist they’re dead, as they look you in the eye and ask if that’s an insult
it’s just the ship of theseus, at what point do you consider it a new ship?
like think about it, people only start questioning if it’s the same person after they learn how transporters work, doesn’t that indicate that it really doesn’t matter? if people can go their entire lives with neither them nor anyone around them noticing a difference, how could they somehow be a different person?
this made me realize how great this map would be for an alternate history or fantasy setting
the mountain range between north america and africa creates the super interesting situation where the sides are almost entirely separated save for the coast and a teensy tiny bit near cape town that’s sort of crossable, so the coast would see an insane amount of traffic and i could see there being a capital nestled in the mountains next to the passage to cape town.
And of course the indian ocean would be where basically everyone lives, as others have said.