>> ^gwiz665:

Those are Wisps... you use them to harvest Gold and Lumber.


Are you sure you're not thinking of Peons?

Those are Wisps... you use them to harvest Gold and Lumber.

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@Fletch

I used to work at a lumber yard and I do a lot of remodeling and light construction

You're doing exactly the same thing that he is suggesting is so harmful towards meaningful learning.

>> ^Trancecoach:

overall a good message, but I disagree with a few of his points.
He's very well educated, but there's very little in the way of revelatory insight here. There is a certain refinement in his articulation, but a lumbering in his expression.
But goodness comes in all forms. Thanks for a fine sift.

overall a good message, but I disagree with a few of his points.
He's very well educated, but there's very little in the way of revelatory insight here. There is a certain refinement in his articulation, but a lumbering in his expression.

But goodness comes in all forms. Thanks for a fine sift.

Superb! The ping pong move had me laughing out loud. I can see this guy looking ok doing this but lumbering wrecks like me would look a lot worse.
BTW, white balance?!!! And what's that other guy doing there?

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I wonder if I was the only one who was a bit terrified seeing the second tortoise lumbering into the frame. Being chased by one of those things combines the horror of unrelenting zombies, with the unassuming nature of rocks. The dichotomy is so potent that your mind can't process it, and you find you just freeze up, as they close in.

Or maybe I just had an unusual childhood.

Alright, I've skipped over a couple posts due to walls of text, but I don't think it's been mentioned as to why you play a big daddy.

*Spoilers*

The basic reason is that when the city was built, the first big daddys were just plain old volunteers, they were people that had parts of the suit intergrated onto them, however, they still contained all the downsides of mankind (Greed, fear, etc.) and were later scrapped for the current big daddys.

The big lumbering oafs are basically suits that have had parts of humans intergrated into it meaning, there is no head inside the helmet, the helmet IS the head. These things basically had every instinct except for "Protect the little sisters" removed, and therefore were far more efficient at their tasks, and weren't smart enough to lead a rebellion should they get the urge.

When a big daddy is created, it's partnered up with a little sister (No explination as to how this is done) and they are then a pair, able to talk to each other through a psychic link (As the big daddy couldn't communicate otherwise, due to its ability to only make "Grunts")

Hope that explains a little bit.

Atari 5200 was bad, but do you remember the Itellivision Controller? It was worse than the Coleco controller.

But if you hate big controllers, I would give the lumbering monstrosity award to the Sega Saturn.

My links are from Sock Master's Game Console Controller Family Tree.

I grew up.

My grandparents died, my uncle died, I found love, I've found my profession, I woke up and smelled the coffee.

I went through high school and on to the university. I've dropped out of uni (computer science) once in 2005 and started on a new path in 2006 (information studies, game development). I almost have that finished now. I've been a slacker in school since forever, but now I'm better at it, so I keep up while slacking too.

I've had all the jobs I've ever had in the last decade, as a delivery guy for a lumber yard, selling fish to tourists, working with web development 2 separate times, have just gotten 2x internships as a game developer.

I've been depressed and overjoyed, luckily the last is lately. I've made a few enemies and a whole lot of friends. I've been disappointed by people and pleasantly surprised by others.

Ten years ago I was 19 and a born-again, holy-rolling Christian. Worked in an automotive factory making parts for the Toyota Camry. You may be driving a faulty Camry at this moment. Sorry if you die. I was a bad employee and was let go.

Nine years ago I was living in my birth town near Mt. Rushmore, lazily pretending to work in a lumber yard as I lost my religion under the watchful eyes of George Carlin, Rene Descartes and my own sense of logic. I moved back to my home state and promptly watched my grandmother die of a heart attack.

Eight years ago I was working in an injection molding plant, getting tattooed and listening to Slipknot while the towers fell. I laughed while watching them fall, because it looked like a movie. Don't let Michael Bay film a tragedy.

Seven years ago I was working under the Golden Arches, getting tattooed and arrested. No conviction, though. If the glove don't fit...

Six years ago I was moving to the City of Trees for a girl. Yeah, I know...

Five years ago I watched Bush get re-elected, and thought about Rage Against the Machine lyrics.

Four years ago I watched the girl move out of my apartment a week after I started college. Somehow I failed that semester.

Three years ago I started making sandwiches and pretended to enjoy the company of customers. I may have also gotten laid that year at some point. I think.

Two years ago I still made sandwiches, but I quit school because the American education system is ridiculous.

One year ago I worked for the Evil Empire of Mr. Sam Walton and lived with a bunch of vegan hipsters. WTF was I thinking?

This year I started by walking out of Wally World and into the land of unemployment and living in a friend's house while I got back on my feet. (Which means I'm making sandwiches again.)

In between all of those I read halves of interesting books, wrote halves of my own interesting books, wrote halves of interesting pieces of music, memorized numbers, found number patterns, made friends, lost friends, smoked the occasional joint, smoked the occasional cigarette, drank too much, lost a few thousand dollars in poker and spent too much time on Facebook and Videosift, from which I've been banned two or three times.

Edit: Somewhere in there I watched my mother try to commit suicide twice. Forgot about that.

Hey-What do vegan zombies moan as they lumber after you??...."Graaaaiiiins! GRAAAINS!"

The reason people die from "lack of medical care" is because getting treated without insurance is difficult and expensive. There are a numerous ways be uninsured negatively effects your life and health. I know this from personal experience. I will only mention here a few instances that I directly experienced.

When I was about 16, my mother was on leave from the post office after getting injured. My father worked at a school as maintenance. His insurance didn't cover me, and my mothers was suspended while she was out of work, so I was left uninsured. I was goofing off in the woods and tripped on some old lumber and get a rusy nail in my calf. Nothing serious, just a small wound that needed 3 stitches and a tetanus shot. We went down, waited several hours, and then was taken care of. (the wait time is due to the fact that my local hospital is terrible, not my lack of insurance) After a week, my mother got the outrageous bill for something around $1100. There were all kinds of insane fees tacked on. There was even a fee for it being a Sunday when I went to the emergency room. With my mother out of work at the time, money was pretty tight and this was a big problem for the family. I was supposed to return about 2 weeks later to have the stitches removed. This was going to cost another $200 or so, and we just couldn't afford it. My mother and I ended up waiting till I was supposed to return and have them taken out, and just did it ourselves. Now, removing 3 stitches from a healed up leg wound isn't a big deal. We did it no problem. However what if something had gone terribly wrong. Or what if it wasn't just 3 simple stitches but something much more intricate. Having to spend another $200 would have forced us to cut back on things like FOOD. These are the decisions uninsured people have to make. Getting treatment or paying rent. Getting your prescription filled or eating that week. I'm sorry, but those are not decisions people should have to make. I'd also like to point out, my family wasn't poor. We were lower middle class. There are a lot of people that were worse off than we were.
Another example was only a few years ago. My father was at work, he tends bar now, and randomly passed out. (No he was not drunk, his blood sugar was very low, and they told him he may be hypoglycemic) He woke up a few seconds later, but was put in an ambulance and taken to the ER. He was admitted, they drew some blood, did some tests, and told him to eat a candy bar and sent him home. Fast forward a week or so and he gets the bill. Over $5000. Roughly $700 of it was for the ambulance ride, from the volunteer ambulance core in our town to the hospital, about a 10 mile, all highway. Luckily for my father, he doesn't have a mortgage or rent to pay as the house he lives in is paid for. Never the less, he would send in a payment each month. As much as he could spare, and it still took him well over a year to pay if all off.
I understand that treatment costs money. I understand there are supplies, utilities, payroll, and other costs required to run a hospital or doctors office. I just feel, that people should be able to go to the doctor without having to worry about if and how they are going to pay for it. In a modern country, with all the money and power we have, no one should ever have to choose between food and care. It's insane.