Oh good, it’s not just me!

listen, as a cheese-loving American I can safely tell you I have never in my life had a craving for a Kraft single or spray “cheez”, but a nice mozzarella? god, yes.

the only way to win that interaction, there, is to flash an even bigger creepy smile after the mask comes off.

edit: that one downvote, I’m gonna need you to explain your position to the rest of the class please.

that’s fine, I forgive you for being wrong.

no kidding, rich assholes who allowed the poor to die while hoarding resources have always existed? gosh golly gee willickers, I wouldn’t have known! Thanks for telling us, pal.

I’m not sure if this is the originator of the meme, but it’s the one I’m familiar with

I’m afraid I don’t like to live that dangerously/I’m not that good at chess

All I need, all I truly want, now, is to see this guy, in the middle of court – just once – strike this pose and go “BOOOOWEEEEOOOOOO”

And then I can die a happy man.

You heard it here first, folks – don’t like rust colored tap water? Don’t like your electricity bill tripling for no good reason? Don’t like the loud, droning hum of a million cooling fans in the distance pervading through every inch of your town, hearing it through your walls? Gotta be a paid Chinese shill. True Patriotic Americans just pound that shit back, sign the check, buy earplugs and get it done. /s

not if I have to give someone my ID to shitpost, I’m not

Same here. I might end up spending a good chunk of my free time at the local park with a chess board and a music player with two sets of headphones, inviting strangers to play, listen and chat. If they take away my ability to broadcast shitposts and critique of the regime on the internet, I’ll dedicate myself to individually turning my neighbors into angry leftists one long afternoon at a time.

Like, there are other, better ways to get involved, yes; but I’m talking about how I spend my free time, what I do for shits and giggles. This is normally filled with video games and internet shitposting, and so help me the last thing this government wants to do is give more people like me, more free time.

You say that, but if you were in their bed? And able to remove one of the world’s most evil people from the mortal coil with great ease?

I dunno, man, if you’re gonna go, do the rest of us a favor on the way out.

Oh my fucking god I want that Jazz Honda and riding gear. I want it so bad you’ve no idea.

right, of course, they go to giant conventions across the world at great expense in hotels booked wall-to-wall with exhibits full of porn and giant wacky dildos, then they go up to their hotel rooms and nobody there gets laid.

Makes total sense to me. Yep.

no

shrooms can make you more empathetic, but in my case it also unlocked a new kind of depression in realizing that so many who need a change of perspective to see things that way, even for but a glimpse, never will. I felt such love and empathy for others in that moment, and such sorrow that it would never be felt nor returned by the vast majority of others; I understood perfectly in that moment what Edgar Mitchell meant by an “instant global consciousness”, and how we would likely never achieve this state of enlightenment among enough individuals to matter.

Yeah it was exactly that deep despair I felt that made me want to donate it once it started growing back in – my hair is one of the few things I actually really like about myself, to lose it felt truly awful and I want to spare someone else feeling that way for long. I don’t know if I’ll keep growing it out and donating it forever, I might only donate the one time (long hair is, also, a giant pain in the ass); but it bothered me more than the nausea – and the nausea was fucking insane, first and only times I have ever projectile vomited in my life: being on chemo.

On that note, if you don’t already have a bucket handy at home: buy a bucket they can keep at the bedside, or something else with a wide opening that’s easy to aim for. Maybe also get some of those vomit bags they use in the hospital with the plastic ring that holds them open, they disappear easily into a pocket and are a great help when you’re gonna be sick while away from a convenient place to hurl.

And make sure once they do finish evacuating the entire contents of their stomach that they put something back in there after, even if it’s just a little soup or something; it is somehow even less fun retching on an empty stomach and they’ll need the energy.

God, could you imagine a game with a cyberpunk Kowloon Walled City for a map? Maybe not the actual KWC, but something of similar scale and density could make for both a fascinating mapmaking constraint and an incredibly memorable game world, if done well.