That’s Vampire Survivors for me, I’ve already made utterly broken characters with golden eggs, but I still keep coming back because of the fun gameplay loop.
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That’s Vampire Survivors for me, I’ve already made utterly broken characters with golden eggs, but I still keep coming back because of the fun gameplay loop.
https://what-if.xkcd.com/20/ towards the end he covers this sort of scenario in the form of a diamond sphere.
Perhaps not as full featured as the others, but I host wiki.js for my knowledge base on my local server.
Greetings from Central PA!
Totally agree on that one, honeydew is so much better
I’m not a fan of the skin on starfruit, but the taste is fantastic. OTOH, if even half of what I’ve heard about durian is correct, that’s quite the bold statement to make there
They are also accused of knowingly having asbestos in their baby powder. As to the baby formula, I know Nestle had a major scandal with that stuff, but I didn’t know about J&J doing similar.
Neither; I don’t like the feeling of something on my wrist. I used to have a pocket watch, but finding a modern one is rather difficult, so I just use my phone.
(I grew up Catholic) All throughout my Sunday schooling the inconsistencies kept popping up; when I was young I would chalk them up to ‘I’ll understand later’ or ‘as I learn more I’ll figure it out’, but it never happened. By the time I was in my teens I was there just to keep the family happy; I became more aware of the underlying bigotry and hate, and my disagreements with the church as an organization piled up. I distinctly remember while on the way home after confirmation that I didn’t feel any different for having gone through it, and when I said it aloud, my father couldn’t provide any useful guidance, I sometimes think he doubts, but won’t or can’t bring himself to leave. As soon as I graduated I stopped going to mass regularly, sure that I didn’t want to be considered Catholic anymore, but still unsure of what I believed. In college I was a Classics major (these days I teach Latin), which is what finally killed any last vestige of faith I had. I spent a lot of time working with documents ranging in age from the Epic of Gilgamesh to the works of St. Augustine, and at every turn I saw just how deluded, how derivative, it all was. There was a sentiment throughout the classics department that went something like this: Studying these topics will either strengthen your faith and make it unbreakable, or destroy it utterly. Obviously, this applied most to Christian students, but seeing the way the religious sausage is made so-to-speak would have been enough, for me at least, to turn away from any faith. I never understood how anyone could learn all about this and still have faith, the cognitive dissonance just seemed so massive, yet I saw it happen with some of my fellow students. These days, except for weddings and funerals, I avoid going near churches.