New title is much more indicative of your intent.
From your original comment I thought you meant just not recommended at all (ie no ads, never seen a comment or video online, etc) and was like… how would I have played the game if it wasn’t somehow recommended, how would I have heard of it?
I think you’re looking for smaller games that aren’t constantly being recommended online, which is much less restrictive, haha
The way I interpreted your title was “has not already been mentioned in this thread”. Every game ever made has been recommended, idk how you expect people to answer this lol
Favorite is a tough one to pick. There are many games that have genuinely shaped my life, some that I still play consistently, others that hold a dear place in my heart but I’ll likely never pick back up for various reasons.
Games that I play all the time and get the most value out of are not necessarily my favorite games. I’ve been playing the crap out of satisfactory since it’s 1.0 release, and it’s definitely up there, but it doesn’t evoke the same feelings I had when I played Skyrim for the first time, nor do I think it will create formative memories like the Halo, Sly Cooper, or Ratchet and Clank series did for me.
Well shit. I guess I don’t have an answer. Sorry.
Thanks! Your comment painted a very vivid picture for me and I wanted to have fun with it.
I started painting models recently so that’s been keeping me busy.
Consume a shit ton of cannabis. Yeah.
The price of rakes and yard vacuums would skyrocket.
Good thing I’ve got a great new source of income!
They would use leaves to pay wage slaves to harvest leaves.
Wage Slave: Please sir, my family is starving.
Corpo: Silence! You know the punishment for theft.
Wage Slave: But sir! In a single 14 hour shift, me and my coworkers bring in an average of 1.2 tons of dead leaves a day. It costs but a handful of leaves to feed my children, and a small paper bag to house them.
Corpo: Ah, so you know of your costs, yes. But you think not of the costs for those who would pay you. My costs are numerous, and if I am to pay you, and pay still more of your coworkers, they must first be met, and met in full.
WS: You are right, sir, of course. Forgive me, for I know not the burdens beared by those cursed with fortune.
C: Then allow me to educate you! Your coworkers and you bring to me 1.2 tons of leaves everyday. Every day! Do you know the cost of storing 1.2 tons of leaves?
WS: I have never had the leaves necessary to warrant storage, sir. What a burden this must be.
C: A burden, yes! And what’s more! If I am to leave my leaves unattended, who is to say the likes of you won’t come in the night to take what I have rightfully earned?
WS: Another thought a stranger to me, sir, for I have naught the possessions to fear theft, save for which I have thusly stolen from you.
C: Indeed! And lucky you should feel to be worry free of thievery! And finally. Why is it, do you think, that not everyone grows their own trees, farms their own leaves?
WS: This I do know, sir! This is the law of the land!
C: The law of the land, precisely. But the law does not avail itself cheaply to those who have; nay, for those burdened with the curse of fortune, justice is bought, and bought with deep pockets. For the cost of justice far exceeds the cost of storage, the cost of vigilance, even the cost of labor (which, as a laborer yourself, I need not remind you is exorbitantly high!).
WS: I have never thought to purchase a law before.
C: And it is my wish that you never shall. Great are the troubles of those forced into my position. This is why you must toil, why the days must grow longer and the suppers fewer and further in between, why those who have must always have, and those who don’t must never receive; lest you be faced with the ugly wrath of capitalism.
WS: Capitalism! Gods, anything but that!
C: So you see now, Wage Slave, why you must accept this punishment for reaching out to the forbidden fruit.
WS: Please, sir, a decade of unpaid labor is but a gift to someone like me, who was but this close to falling into the clutches of prosperity!
C: Go, then, and sow for me now what I shall later have you reap.
WS: May I sow the same field you have my children working?
C: No.
WS: Thank you!
But like… not always. Wall adapters (at least US ones) can be plugged in upside down, so if that’s upside down the holes face down. I have a 3d printer who’s motherboard is mounted on the top of the chassis, flipping the USB port so that it’s “upside down”. A lot of cheap dual-USB chargers that have the two USB ports right next to each other have them mirrored, so one faces up and the other faces down.
Granted, I’ve always found the “argh USB!!!” frustration to be more a meme than anything; when I’m plugging in a USB device, I likely know what orientation the male side is (flash drives and the like are usually oriented the same way), and it takes half a second of paying attention when going to plug it in to look at the female port to see what direction it’s meant to go in.
I’m a big fan of Emily the Engineer. She’s a similar chaotic energy as early Michael Reeves but less directly focused on “offensive ideas” or “things to hurt your friends”. The creativity behind both the projects and the videos is top notch.
My first move would probably be to blow my brains out
Well I always wake up where I’m meant to be. When that stops happening I’ll stop doing it.
Sorry! The name of the podcast on Spotify is simply, “reading and explaining the Silmarillion”.
Sorry, Bilbo. The name of the podcast on Spotify is simply, “reading and explaining the Silmarillion”.
There’s a podcast done by a well known Tolkien nerd in which he reads The Silmarillion and explains it along the way. I’ve been slowly making my way through it while driving to work and falling asleep.
“is anyone not from Reddit?”
“Me, I’m from Reddit”
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My imaginary friend was very tiny, and I’d imagine him cartoonishly jumping around whatever environment I was in so he could talk to me on my level. I used to hide out in the bathroom a lot, so oftentimes he’d be jumping on top of the toilet paper roll, then scampering up to the counter so we could have a proper conversation. If I was in the car, he’d sit on the edge of the window.
The best way I could describe him looking back would be like the vault boy from fallout. Not the same clothes or look, but just that cartoony style. I probably imagined him to be a little darker and with different colored hair.
In my case, I was awkward-dancing by myself while everyone else was just showing up, then I made a comment about how infrequently I ate and was asked if I was taking stimulants.
The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Neither of these statements make it impossible for someone to regularly enjoy alcohol or cannabis without hurting people.
I saw your other comment and wondered what the games must be. What’s the other one?
That poor kid. I already was upset thinking about them having to see Mom get arrested. I didn’t even consider the fact that the youngest is probably blaming himself.