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After considering his situation, believing that not only would he never walk again, but that he might never move a body part again, Reeve considered suicide. He mouthed to Dana, “Maybe we should let me go.” She tearfully replied, “I am only going to say this once: I will support whatever you want to do because this is your life, and your decision. But I want you to know that I’ll be with you for the long haul, no matter what. You’re still you. And I love you.” Reeve never considered euthanasia as an option again.
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One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?
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So George Orwell was right he just had the year wrong.
Silicon Valley needs to brought to heel.
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So apparently in Skyrim, if you just eat all your stolen items in between the “wait I know you” and actually getting arrested, the guard will just… walk away???
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A long time ago, in a Champions game not far away, when the youngest participant (about 16) decided to run the game. Three people made characters and gave them to him to look over so he could choose a suitable opponent for the guy with mental powers, the guy with magnetic powers, and the sonic-powered Swanmay. As a flavor thing, I did some point-juggling to get a Swan Song power, in which her sonic powers would go off uncontrollably when she was dying, something I figured would make some good Drama down the line if she took enough Lethal damage to go unconscious during a boss fight.
A local museum is attacked by a character from the rulebook, Armordillo - chosen by S because his active points added up to the sum of our active points. This…is not a suitable way to choose a villain, as we were about to learn.
Totally-not-Magneto Clone: Shoot, I hadn’t realized how slow my movement was when flying. It’ll be another full turn before I can get there.
Psi Guy: Me, too!
Swanmay: I can get there this turn with hexes to spare, but there’s no way I can close with a guy in armor. I know - I fly around to the back, shoot up from behind the building, and sonic blast him, so when y'all arrive he’ll be distracted and focused in the wrong direction.
As I said, so was it done. My sonic blast was entirely absorbed by his armor, which was a little disappointing, but not a big deal as I’d defined my role as “distraction till the heavy hitters arrive.” Armordillo raises his laser weapon a fires off a beam of light. S rolls dice. Lots of dice.
S: Okay, so, how much damage do I need to take off?
Swanmay: What? None. I don’t have Damage Reduction.
S: What about your armor?
Swanmay: What armor? You saw my sheet.
S: And you don’t have toughened skin or, or a sonic shield, or -
Swanmay: S, I’m wearing a blue leotard. That’s it.
S: Oh. Um. In that case - this hole about yay big (indicating about an 8-inch diameter circle) appears in your stomach. Take x-points.
Swanmay: That’s about 50 more than I have. I do not so much fly as plummet.
Totally-not-Magneto Clone: Wait, this should activate your Swan Song. It goes off when you’re dying, right?
Swanmay: Technically I’m already dead, but -
S: (stunned and contrite) Go for it. Roll.
I gather bunches and bunches of dice. I suck at numbers (I only managed to get the Swan Song because Not-Magneto helped me with the math) so I don’t remember if it was 30d6 or 300, but it was a lot. And I rolled high.
S: Okay, so Not Magneto and Psi Guy arrive and see that the front steps, the fountain, and the statues in front of the building are gone. The fountain’s pipes are shooting water everywhere. There’s this lump of fused armor with a liquid guy inside and a slagged van. And what’s left of Swanmay is lying in the middle of it.
Not-Magneto: Well, that was a short campaign.
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people today with access to more raw information than any other period: the earth is flat
german artilleryman in 1916, who barely washes his own ass: I need to account for the curvature and rotation of the earth when plotting my firing plans
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