Sai Somsphet

Dark souls, final answer

Just play and see? Just don’t play creative and jump right in without doing a single tutorial. They are short to when you get your first ship. Otherwise have fun

I’m still reading it every update. It’s old so the early art is honestly bad. Not 5 year old nephew bad, but “I like comics enough to make my own and am still learning”. It’s cool to see their style evolve over the years. The writing also gets better as story arcs are made, instead of a joke a day thing. So be aware that for anything to make sense, starting at the beginning is best. All the characters have intertwined character growth, arcs, and development, meaning starting at the newest without context makes no sense. So if you still want to give it a chance then please do, it’s a decent fun comic.

My wife and I love this game but couldn’t play together for years. I’m glad they are doing this since we missed so much

With the quotations it seems incredibly like an evil plan in the world,but amazing plot hooks.

Goblins in general? Or her people in the sense of the people following the same religion?

Or her people as in the gang of folks she happens to be traveling with?

You are literally claiming someone is projecting, while you yourself have nothing to indicate such things.

Also you are just copying and pasting the same response in defense of a troll. A specific troll that everyone easily recognizes now. You. You are the troll.

Rethink your life.

And milk was literally “that baby cow looks like its really enjoying that stuff…”

You didn’t miss anything that most other triple A games covered. If they focused more on story instead of shoehorning a terrible multiplayer pvp it could have been decent

I get your point, I really do, but Homefront was also about the economic collapse of the American system caused by its own corruption.

I always got the idea that Korea wasn’t incredibly overpowered united, but America was already broken and a step away from being conquered already and the first army to invade happened to be Korea. The rest of the world just wanted to see what would happen.

Kind of like having Russia invade Ukraine only to have it’s nose beaten in and globally embarrassed. Doesn’t mean Ukraine is going to invade and conquer, just that a global super power can be defeated by a smaller united nation after decades of corruption.

At least that’s the idea that got me through the game. It was honestly just a COD reskin of a game and wasn’t actually that good in retrospect

Just so you are aware, there are tons of active communities actively and currently maintaining live multiplayer servers for old games that had their official servers shut down. All through pirates.

Star wars galaxies and Monster Hunter Tri are two good examples. I haven’t checked galaxies in a while, but monster hunter tri just unlocked a multiplayer server that has been shut down for a decade.

If a fan community loves a game enough it’s still got an active server somewhere. Pirates are 100% bringing online features to their communities.

Also, I guess since you didn’t know, there are hundreds of video games that currently have multiplayer enabled despite no multiplayer options when the game was originally released. You are really underestimating the amount of effort random pirates will put into making a 30 year old game playable with online multiplayer. Games like Skyrim, famous for being single player, now have multiplayer options.

My general mood and demenur thanks for asking

“Well it’s a spaceship, so anywhere between zero and 1.”

I was a 90’s kid. Making weird noises in the phone was magic to me.

I genuinely can’t tell if you and the person you responded to are doing a bit and committing to it, or are genuinely referring to:

Phreakers

Making weird modem noises to hack phones will always be the funniest 90’s hacker thing I’ve ever heard.

I’ll admit, I was hoping this was about the software, but I assumed it was spinning blades.

My dad was given two years to live.

In his third year, he made an Elkhorn cane for me.

He died after four years of fighting.

No matter what, the hospital did everything medical science could do. At the time. Even now, due to his circumstances, he wouldnt have had much more time. If he took medical marijuana, MAYBE it could have bought him another two years. Maybe it would have made his last two years pain free. But that’s it. It was too far advanced by the time they found the cancer.

Maybe if it was found sooner, but he refused the proper treatments that would have found it sooner.

Maybe if medical science was more advanced, but the hospital he went to is still active and highly regarded as one of the most effective and trusted resources for cancer treatment. He got the best medical treatment possible at the time, and the doctors already pushed the treatments to their theoretical limits.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But he did change. I never saw him get weaker or waste away. He always seemed so strong. He became kinder and in the end left me with only happy kind memories. I know he was still abusive when I was younger. But he looked at the time he had and decided he wanted to use those two years to be a better father. To give us memories of a man who wanted to be a better person.

When he survived that second year, we all assumed he was going to win. He didn’t. He knew he was still dying and so he spent every day as if he wasn’t going to survive. Made arrangements, spent time with us. Said goodbye in his own way. Found his peace. Everyone thought the Elkhorn cane was for him. I was the only one who helped him make it. When he died, the cane was his for only about half a year. Maybe a year and a half at most. It’s been almost two decades since then.

I still see it as his cane. The oils from my hands have worn parts to a shine. My own hands have smoothed the Elkhorn down. It has been mine for decades,for years longer then it has ever been his.

But this thing? This cane? My father made it for me. He left symbols on it. Little marks that no one else would have noticed. It connects me to him, and through him, to my tribe. It’s his cane but it’s mine. It’s a show of his determination to be a better father. Running out of time, but still trying to be a better father then he was the day before. His final message to me about this cane, was “this is not a weapon.”

His final lessons, were to be better. Kinder. He didn’t have time to teach me everything. So he had to leave it to little memories, little details, little reminders. So that even in death, he could lead by example and be an example he wanted me to learn from and follow.

The cane long ago became mine by right. It’s still his by connection.

Maybe medical science could eventually have given him more life. Maybe.

I can’t live my life based off of a maybe though. It was out of our hands. He fought for every day. He died as a better person, then he was when he was first diagnosed. And that’s enough sometimes. Sometimes it’s better then a maybe.

Maybe sometimes I just miss my dad.

They do the psychic readings, and have an intern goblin named Jeff do the taxes. Jeff has respectable office attire by popular demand.

I feel sorry for the twelve guys who loved this game. But everytime I tried playing it it just wasn’t worth the effort or time for me. I liked the idea but the execution makes me glad I don’t dnt put any money down for it.