i probably should have posted this before applications opened and closed recently, but i got burned pretty bad by my experience with moderneo, in particular their community management, so i’m not likely to recommend it for other people to join. i’ve said this before i think, but i don’t bring it up often- some lovely people have made some great custom art assets for the site, so i don’t want to discredit their hard work, and i know other friends and mutuals have been having a fun time there and i don’t wanna rain on their parade. i also don’t wanna look petty about stuff that happened a couple years ago.
my tldr advice is: don’t pay for an account there, because its not worth it. if you wanna sign up when applications are open again, its possible to have some fun there with the custom pet species and colors, but i would avoid the discord server.
anyway if you’re interested, these were my issues:
the mods and site runner’s ‘No Drama’ policies that would come down harshest on whoever spoke up about a problem (people getting called bullies for asking a user to stop making fat jokes was a memorable example)
the site runner won’t replace even the worst of the old racist site assets, even with placeholder images, because nobody can agree on the best way to do it. so they’re just. still there. and he doesn’t personally see the problem or really want to change them. i guess they hue shifted the green witch halloween pets to purple though
the site runner responding very poorly to my request that he not make a lynching joke, saying I was the racist for finding it racially insensitive, and only apologizing after multiple people patiently explained the connotations to him
everyone acting like i was crazy and overreacting for saying that it was creepy as hell that there was a guy my age, going on about how sexy 15 year old mega man characters were, just going around unquestioned in the discord server (a few months later they were finally banned because a callout from the mega man fandom surfaced that backed up what i was saying even further, and also that this person had a history of stalking)
they have blocked other creepy people since then, to their credit. however, i feel like those people were pointed out very quickly, before they had time to interact with the site runner and other people and establish themselves in the community- the person i pointed out had been very talkative and had made friends before revealing things like ‘having a self insert to ship with the 8 year old from paw patrol’, so they sided with him when i said his behavior and artwork was creepy
those were my biggest bad experiences. but like. it also has less html5 games than grundos.cafe and virtu.pet (they’re also buggier earlier builds- the site runner either no longer has access to the newer updates and games that the grundos devs share, or isn’t interested in implementing them), albums were never implemented and are unlikely to be added anytime soon, the site runner has a patreon for the site but has largely stopped updating anything, all while only accepting new members through patreon payments for the majority of the year (also i think applications are closed indefinitely now?? so it might be the only way to join now???)
oh also the economy is really really bad
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Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?
I swear to God, it was an accident.
My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.
The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.
Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.
My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.
He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.
They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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yknow solas from dai right and forgive me bc im sure other ppl already knew this but i just found out about this just now and now i have to say it
so i was scrolling reddit and someone was asking how come they can't seem to write solas dialogue correctly for fanfiction and someone in the comments pointed out that he, not always, but very often, speaks in IAMBIC TETRAMETER? and that's why he SOUNDS LIKE THAT?
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"What did Mammon do now?"
The greedy demon was in his underwear, hanging upside down from a rafter in the hallway. He tried to coerce you into letting him down as you walked by, but you knew better than to do so without consulting Lucifer.
"Gambling. The usual." Lucifer had a hand on his forehead, pushing his hair up while jotting something down at his desk.
"Mammon gambles every day," you pointed out. "What'd he really do?"
By the way Lucifer groaned, you knew it was something juicy. "I caught him pilfering one of my rarest records, a gift from Diavolo, to use as collateral in a bet. It's one-of-a-kind. I doubt he even knows what it is, but Mammon always has a knack for finding things of high value."
"His secret sixth sense," you agreed. "What'd you do with his clothes?"
"They make it harder to tie him up tightly. He has a slightly higher chance of wiggling free with clothes on, so I made him strip." Lucifer gestured, Mammon's clothes had been put on some kind of mannequin, tucked away in the space between two bookshelves.
You'd never seen it before. Your jaw dropped into the widest half-smile half-astonished expression possible. It had Mammon's hair and his goofy smile. Even a flashy golden earring. "What is that?"
You practically ran across the room to inspect it. It was dressed properly in Mammon's shirt and tie. There were a lot of seams, more than seemed necessary, perhaps from being repeatedly repaired over years of use. "Lucifer, this is adorable."
"It's a necessary tool for my sanity." He pushed the chair back, standing up to join you.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll give you a demonstration."
Lucifer comically wound up his closed fist. With ballistic force, he struck the figure right in its chest. It flopped back, then sprung back up wildly to receive a fistful of lighter blows from Lucifer.
"You made a Mammon punching bag? Really?" You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Isn't that a bit much?"
"I didn't make it, Mammon did."
Surprise of the day number two. "Mammon made this? Himself?"
To stop the wobbling, Lucifer grabbed the punching bag's tie, pulling it tight and then smoothing it out. "Cute, right? He thought it might make me go easy on future punishments. It's a very thoughtful gift from my little brother."
"Yeah, I didn't know he could sew. Huh." The two of you stood to admire it before Lucifer returned to his desk. You followed him. "Kind of reminds me of the doll Levi made of me."
Lucifer smiled. "Leviathan made you a doll, did he? How very kind."
"No, he made a doll of me."
Lucifer froze to process this information, frowning.
You continued, "I don't know where he usually keeps it, but I saw it under his desk one time. It's pretty big and detailed. I mentioned it once and offered to lend him a shirt for it, but he got really embarrassed and pushed me out. He's gotta take more pride in his work, it was really impressive."
"I see." Lucifer gritted his teeth. "You know, something I have to do just came up. Let's finish this conversation later." He was quietly seething as he escorted you to the door. Along the way he gave punching-bag Mammon a soft whack to the head.
You realized you forgot to ask if you could untie the real Mammon, but Lucifer had already marched down the hall in the direction of Leviathan's room. Rather than trying to catch up, you decided to go see how the Avatar of Greed was doing.
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