dicksteele

My cat woke me up meowing loudly at 6.30am so that she could go outside and sit and look inside the house. So pretty good so far.

Anchovies. Salty oily goodness

I should press the button I know I should. Why should they get to live happily ever after while I have to watch over them in a world they destroyed? I can’t even see the stars because the night sky is polluted beyond repair. Ash and radioactive dust clog the filters in my breathing suit anyway. Why should I press the damn button?

In their virtual world, they sit amongst other lifeforms that they treated so terribly in reality. Virtual representations of species long since extinct, canis lupus familiaris, felis catus, and my own personal favourite, anas platyrhynchos, the mallard duck, I went to great lengths getting that uploaded to the servers databanks. They even have horses there. Large, majestic beasts that humanity enslaved and forced to charge into war for centuries. All gone now, gone with all the other good things that this planet gave to us. I should have pressed that button as soon as the last one of them left me, but here I sit, with an empty bottle in my hands, just staring at that button. I drank all the alcohol I could find and there’s no way for me to make any more.

All I have left is the button and this cyanide capsule that a friend gave to me before he left to join the rest of them, a ghost without a shell. We were expected to maintain the servers so that humanity could live on forever, but each year that passed, the more the loneliness took over my colleagues. I swallow the slightly bitter pill and reach out with a shaky finger. They don’t deserve a second chance and neither do I. My finger misses the mark and I stumble out of the chair. Too much alcohol.

They are already dead anyway and I’m running out of time. I could still go and join them, there is time for that at least, but is it better to exist in a false paradise than to live amongst your guilt? All I have to do is press the button and my consciousness will be uploaded to the servers. I will suffer no more. The other me would be welcomed as a hero. The last of humanity to hold the line. Would it really be me though? When I die here, will my consciousness continue in an uninterrupted stream or will the other me become the real me? Blood starts to drip from my nose. I press the button.

It follows. Disasterpeace did an amazing job on it.

We can call it the greentext paradox.

Good advice does not come from greentext communities, but that statement is good advice.

Company of heroes, the original version. Still a very good game and unlike the two sequels, is not so dlc heavy and is more about tactics than just spamming tanks and landmines, though I still sometimes do that.

I can finally upload images so enjoy my cat looking peaceful. She is often a pain in the ass but I love her dearly.

I still can’t believe this movie flopped at the box office and almost ended John carpenter’s career. It’s an amazing whodunnit with the thing being able to be anyone at anytime. I watch it once a year when it’s really cold and snowing.

Definitely. I love this movie and I think it’s a great heavy character driven story. I believe it is something that everyone should watch once, at the very least. After all these years I’m still undecided on whether I would vote guilty or not guilty, there’s a lot to consider in the case and the jurors all have their flaws which makes it more interesting than just “juror good, juror bad”.

Pretty good. Things are going well for me recently. I’m ready for the good times to keep coming and if they don’t, it’s fine.

3700 hours. You must have committed a lot of crimes against humanity.

That’s fair. Personally I should have called it quits when they started including pocket in the browser, but better late than never.