Depictions of the future are so beautiful when produced by a culture that's actually looking forward to it.
80s futurism best futurism.
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This is the most 80s image I've ever seen.
When you want to keep being an eggless email-sender but also want slightly lower taxes.
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Sigma energy.
This would've been funny as a meme, but it graduates to hilarious knowing he has it permanently inked on his torso for the rest of his life.
>Asking a bunch of upper middle class white collar programmers and "creatives" to produce something punk/dark/edgy/counterculture.
That's like asking for rain in the Sahara.
>tfw you just wanted to play video games but they wouldn't let you.
Why did you make me relive that cringe?
I'm sure it'll be packed to the brim with references that were outdated on launch day.
How the hell could anyone be excited for GTA6? It's going to be God fucking awful.
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I think I got the 15 a year or two ago.
I liked playing an MMO that didn't have a centralized point of exchange. It made it interesting when merely having gold was not all a player needed to immediately obtain whatever item it was that they wanted. If people didn't like that they could've played almost every other MMORPG in existence.
nostr:npub1scjc2e839xfmmsjfqr87huvu9qxenptmamfrcj6s98gv6frq5wgqh0el3p osrs was ruined when it was made. i prefer rs3 because it has so much content and a fun combat system
I only log into rs3 to get the next oldfag capes.
OSRS was ruined when they caved to the zoomer crowd and brought back the Grand Exchange.
It was a time of madness; a time of chaos. A time when the boundaries between the lawless world of the paranormal and the mundane human realm blurred dangerously together, and I, the legendary monster hunter - Hoss Delgado, was walking through its wild, unknown territories.
One of the most iconic figures that I encountered in my monster-fighting endeavors was Eris, Goddess of Chaos.
To look upon her was as though witnessing the dawning of Creation itself; a tall, regal figure clad in an ivory gown that shimmered with a faint iridescence, crowned by a helmet in the form of a snarling, wild-eyed canine, and bearing a staff of silver crafted into a double-edged sword that seemed to bring with it a storm that heralded her presence.
There was a sense of danger and wild energy around her, a force that seemed almost apocalyptic in nature. But despite that, she was one of the most attractive women I had ever had the privilege of knowing.
We had a brief but crazy relationship, full of adventures and wild times that left me feeling both exhilarated and bemused. We raced across the moonlight-streaked sky in her chariot drawn by white horses so swift that they seemed to be propelled by a force other than earthly, we heli-skiied down the slopes of Pandemonium; and on multiple occasions when facing down massive dragon incursions or banshee rampages, she lent her chaotic essence to my missions, causing chaos and confusion which in turn gave me the opportunity to save the day.
Our time together was filled with wild and sometimes dangerous moments, but they blessed me with a lifetime of memories that have remained more vivid than ever. Though I have never been able to recreate that spark of electricity that buzzed between us, I still get a thrill when I think back to our most intense moments together.
The battles with giant, mythical monsters -- the glassy-eyed stares of creatures lost in time and space - the eerie landscape of blackened skies, scorched earth, and moans that filled the night air.
Perhaps the most important piece of wisdom I gained from my time with Eris is that chaos should be embraced, for it is the only real constant. It is the only thing that never changes, and it is the one thing you can always count on.
Eris was both an ally and a steady reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows beyond our day, and I am thankful to have known her.
Grug no understand imaginary legal constructs. Grug smash you with club now.
