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Y'know I had fun with wplace for a few hours making art and stuff but then I learned about the transmisogynist hate campaign an ex-mod has been put through and I kinda don't wanna touch it with a 10 foot pole anymore

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Similar to my opinion of maybe switching to third person cutscenes during the long phone calls, I feel like the story of the Montreal breakout would've been nice with some form of visuals other than Mackenzie looking around the room - like the bear legend visuals from Ep 2 in the fire

Maybe in the form of shadows on the wall?? Either from the light outside or the storm lantern in the hallway ?

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ugh, the hero keeps talking about being a pacifist who'll never stoop to my level and i'm starting to get worried that she's gonna sentence me to 1000 years in the torment crystal instead. i heard her mentor talking about mirror dimensions the other day and i'm gettin worried. next time she has a gun i'm gonna try and pull the ol' "you wouldn't shoot me, you don't have the guts" trick and hope it works.

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I think if you or anyone was in this scenario in real life you'd be able to come up with a lot of different ways to occupy your brain. I have a whole bunch that no one cares to hear but I'm gonna brainstorm anyways!

You could try journaling your travels, writing a story, or drawing. Of course you'd have to find paper and pencil/pen to do this but if you were desperate enough you could use book pages as your canvas.

You could make up a game of assumptions about the homes or buildings you're in, like what kind of people lived or worked there. You could always be in the lookout for one specific thing outside in the wilderness.

If you had enough fabric and thread you could sew stuff just for the hell of it, like stuffed animals you could fill with material from pillows. You could leave little notes or hidden items in locations. You could make up a new card game if you found any

You could make up legends about the island/wherever you are. You could make up dumb holidays with small treats like helping yourself to the peanut butter you were saving.

If you ever found anyone else (which isn't possible besides Sutherland in game) you could do plenty of things with them.

The Nothing is definitely something that comes with TLDs level of isolation, but the simple joys or useless goals can help keep away your imminent dread :D

the thing that gets me about the long dark (other than the way i compulsively check behind me for wolves after i stop playing and go to bed) is the Nothing. there’s so much nothing. the game does let you skip a lot of nothing time but i keep thinking about it. youre always waiting for something. whether its for the water to melt, the food to cook, the storm to pass, the sun to rise, the hides to cure, to warm up enough to keep moving, to find something interesting in the empty wilderness. doing the same few steps every day just to keep going. repair your clothes and then wait for them to degrade so you have to repair them again. collect firewood and wait to run out so you have to get more. forget physical capability, id die of mental understimulation before anything else

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nah nah i think it would be called the short light, but i have definitely had this thought before

i want an opposite version of the long dark called the long day where you have to survive a barren desert while constantly staving off heatstroke

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Just lost a few braincells reading an nyt article about gen z "treat culture" and I can't even fathom that this is a thing. We're living in a dystopian hellscape where someone spending $5 a week on a cookie is considered a wasteful brat because they should have just gone for a nice free walk instead and saved the $250 a year that roughly equals four days' rent. That's why these ungrateful kids can't buy a house, naturally.

I am ALL for free treats, like hiking or reading in the park. But at some point you can't budget your way out of poverty, and you will literally go mad if you deny yourself basic pleasures that are literally all around you. They even lamented that little treats could snowball into doing something absolutely unforgivable like learning how to play the guitar or buying concert tickets.

At what point do we just start saying out loud that living an enjoyable and fulfilling life is now only acceptable at a 100k+ salary, and if you're one of the millions of people unlucky enough not to be in that category you should just eat dirt and be grateful?

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the day rowling croaks is an official trans holiday and we all need to be there to celebrate together. do not let that dickhead outlive you

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“Humans are inherently selfish--" Then why do so many cultures value hospitality, to the point of dictating it in their religions? Why is it so common for hosts to offer their visitors their best food, and as much of it as they can? At some point, multiple cultures decided that they knew what it felt like to be alone and vulnerable, and promised each other to never let those who stay with them feel that way. That doesn't sound very "inherently selfish" to me.

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if i was a robot id make sure i have an inbuilt red LED mode that turns on when im evil and then id use it as a threat whenever im minorly inconvenienced.

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TIL The chances of us eating even one spider in our sleep throughout our lifetime is close to 0%

via reddit.com

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You really hurt his feelings Elvis 😢

Elvis, what are your thoughts on crocs?

Woah mama. No...

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On the subject about parents needing to control their child's reading and invade their privacy in order to "protect" them from "inappropriate material:

Until I was in....college? At least? The vast, vast majority of the books I read were either a) assigned by my school or b) (the vast majority of my reading) provided to me by my mother.

My mom is a librarian. She filled our rooms with books, picked especially for us. She pointed out books on the shelves in our home library (separate from our bedroom shelves) that she thought we would like. She bought us books for birthdays, Christmas, and just stacks of recommendations. She once paid me $10 to read one of the Cirque Du Freak books because she said I needed "to be exposed to bad literature."

She respected my privacy in room, didn't go through my belongings. She explicitly pointed out to us that she wouldn't know if we took a particular book of the shelf, as long as we returned it, if we didn't want her to know we were reading it. She purposely brought us books that she didn't care for herself, because she thought we might find them valuable or enjoyable.

And if we wanted to read something she thought might upset or disturb us, she would explain why. She wouldn't stop us from reading it - just ask us to check in with her, to talk through it.

And so when I read something that upset or disturbed me, I would go to her. She would listen and talk through it with me.

If she said she didn't think I would like something, or that a book might disturb me, or that she thought I should wait until I was older, I listened to her.

She didn't need restrictions or control to protect me. Because she proved I could trust her.

Controlling kids is never about "protecting" them. It's just about control.

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I wondered why green is so associated with hope and then I remembered being 8 and seeing a little plant sprout after a few days of waiting and. Yeah. I get it now.

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Man Who Fell From the Sky