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Hrm. I'll lay claim to whatever the most powerful undead under our control is Unless someone else wants it, in which case, second most powerful (and so on).

Once we get a krypta temple up and start collecting them, anyway. Named "Carpet Ghost".

Which is to say, krypta temple whenever. Those milling about skeletons seem really rather helpful, heh.

... can I call dibs on gnomish hovel? Call it "Fine Carpets" and... if it's viable/okay, adjust any gnomes that come from it to a fabric themed name.

... does bellend have a meaning beyond what wikipedia redirects to? E: Possibly belated suggestion: I wouldn't particularly recommend entering the term into wikipedia.

Fairly sure he's just wearing tights. I think the guy's supposed to be Napoleon, and he was often depicted wearing those tight white abominations pants.

Yeah... just as a support thing -- I haven't been in that particular sort of situation, but one where physical safety (both direct in the assault sense and otherwise) is under fairly constant threat... that sort of thing. That's been my life to date. Different sort of thing -- I've just been in a community where a large portion of the population are bigots and very willing to hurt and/or ruin (socially, economically, etc.) people who aren't -- but that kind of omnipresent threat, that steady and seemingly inescapable pressure... yeah. And being cornered, so to speak (objecting [disconnecting], being met with anger [being followed, physically or otherwise] -- not being able to make it stop, or get away) -- definitely the worst of it.

Most I can say is it's been unpleasant. I haven't really dealt with it beyond basically being a hermit and experiencing very, very little social contact. S'fucked me up pretty badly, too, heh. Paranoia, badly stunted social skills, a lot of et ceteras, so forths, and so ons. I don't exactly regret it, because the number of people I grew up around that were genuinely decent individuals could be counted on one hand (in a population of ~500 in the town I grew up in, a few hundred more in the one I went to school most of the years) and if I had tried to mingle, I probably would have ended up trying to kill someone (myself or the bastards that consisted of the local population), but staying out of it had a helluva' cost.

The closest I could get to advice is... I'unno, find better guys to hang with? Social venues that attract at least a higher ratio of tolerable individuals*. Social expectancies*** have twisted a lot of the gender** into (conditionally activated) scum, but it's not entirely pervasive. S'a hell of a task, though, especially if you're going to parties and out drinking and whatnot. Avoided that stuff like the plague, m'self, but distanced observations have seemed to consistently show they attract the near worst of folks, especially when intoxicants get involved.

Just... find a way to make yourself safe? Or at least feel safe. Gods know I don't know how, and haven't figured it out entirely myself (I keep a knife on me as habit these days, but I'm well aware it's kinda' useless and at most a psychological panacea), but from what I understand that's the general idea. S'just... not easy to do, especially when you're more aware of/attentive to what's going on around you.

In any case, what you're going through is not uncommon, from what I understand. You're not alone with it, etc., etc. I wish I could link to some folks that have found a way to function through (in spite of) it, but it's not something I've kept a repository around on. Just... I want to say the situation'll get better. It might. More likely, you'll find how you deal with it, functioning through it, etc., or at least get better at it. It might take years. It might take decades. It honestly might not happen at all, but... hope? Continued effort? Something. Feels, Sapph. Y'don't deserve it.

*Fair to state, I don't actually know what good options there are, unfortunately.
**Being fair, this is true both ways. Most people seem to be pretty terrible people under certain conditions.
***

They think they have the right to expect me to look nice for them, to tell me how I should look, to "help" me make myself more attractive to men.

This is actually a probable example. I think in (at least some, if not all) that's not the thought processing going through their heads; rather, the social state as it is has conditioned them to see women who look nice (physically), are attractive (behaviorally), etc., as those that are happy and healthy (physically and otherwise). The natural conclusion to this is that if you want to help a woman**** (be happier and healthier), then you should be trying to help them look better and act with a great attention toward attraction of the opposite sex. It's important to note that that's utter bullshit, but it's also an incredibly pervasive bullshit that's so strongly pushed by the media/etc. that it sinks in and gets internalized for a lot of people. Which in turn leads to all sorts of rather unwanted behavior, that may or may not be initiated under the best of intentions.
****Or rather, help a person -- there's a similar set of shallow bullshit conditions attached to the other gender, of course.

You- game- what- no- YOU SONOFA- ARGH WHAT THE HELL

You bastard, bastard game. For all that I'm enjoying it, this was an absolutely incredibly huge dick move.

And right now. Right now, I'm spoiling for everyone, because fuck that. UFO: Afterlight. A long damn way into the game. One of your characters ups and humps off into retirement -- not dies, or anything like that. Just stops being a soldier and offers up his daughter as recompense.

In this case? In this game? For my situation? The bastard was my dual-pistol doom monster (full spec'd -- full gunman, full ambidexterity, full suit wearing, athletics, minors in stalking, sniping, beastman anatomy... 12 trainings between it all, and flat supernatural everything. Level twenty freaking eight soldier). He had around 4-5 times more kills than anyone else on my team -- somewhere between 250 and 300, compared to 80 or so on my next highest killcount, and an average of around 50-60 between the rest of the old team.

To put it in perspective. The mission before he decided to bugger off. He did roughly double the amount of damage of the entire rest of my team combined. And they're not slouches! Killed 20+ beastmen. Held the line, murdered everything, death with two hands. He's consistently done this, and regularly more-or-less solo'd missions, just walking through and flat out gunning down goddamn everything. And then. Message pops up! "Yo' dawgs, I'm done. Peace out!" (paraphrased)

And just leaves. No warning. No hints anywhere that would happen. Just one of my most senior soldiers -- one of the ones that had been there since day one of the game, been in every single freaking mission I've had -- and without a doubt my most deadly, getting up and just walking the hell off.

So. The old dude with the striped face. Harald Zamyatin. Don't train that bastard. Don't do anything with him. Bench the sumbench and leave him there, because he's going to bugger off and spend what remains of the game twiddling himself in the corner, laughing at your despair, rage, and wasted training efforts and experience points.

Altar games? You made a solid game. You can also go freaking screw yourselves.

Who comes up with this?

... um. Lots of people? That sort of thing has a pedigree going back to, like, probably pre-history. Bawdy limericks, bar songs, raunchy poetry, etc., so forth, so on. It's... not something new. Or unusual. Or rare. At all? The style changes with the times but the gist of it remains the same.

Welcome to humanity. If there's one thing you can bank on the majority of us having at least partially on our minds most of the time, it's, well...

... surprisingly decent piece of music, though, considering.

... what do you count as "very short"? Because I've had functional peroxide that was... several years old. More than once. Acted mostly the same as normal peroxide, iirc. I've also never seen someone replace a bottle because it went... flat? Or whatever. Maybe once every three to five years for a new batch, because the old one ran out, for a family of 2-3? Never heard of it going bad or whatev'.