Jojo, Lady of the West

What a travesty

Mods are big for me. I almost just don’t play in modded games these days, with few exceptions. Not impossible to do that in multiplayer, but it has a whole new dimension of challenge to it.

I feel this. There’s enough toxic masculinity and just toxic people in online spaces before you make everything always a competition.

I was thinking the same thing, there’s definitely some more inland water-based dangers.

So that’s the etymology

Specifically the After the End variant

What’s the etymology?

Even just a hand grenade is probably plenty. Or a particularly expensive firework.

Being unable to move fast enough to escape though? Also unscientific, as long as the camera is close to the ship. Spacetime is always locally flat.

I mean Project Orion was a thing, but

I didn’t know if you meant it that way, but my sleepy brain read it like a threat

I’ll give you the first two, even if neither one was at all constructive or even radical about it. (Neither of them were really trying to change the system, just to abuse it for themselves after being told they couldn’t succeed inside of it).

The third one is practically the antithesis of this comic.

smoking is often statistically associated with substance abuse and bad health - which increases the likelihood of major trauma events, but on the other hand smokers die earlier,leaving more old people to walk in front of vehicles due to reduced cognitive abilities)

So what about if we control for age? Are old smokers more or less likely to get hit by a bus than old non-smokers?

Quick, someone do an RCT.

I’ve never survived being hit by a bus, and I don’t smoke. Checkmate, atheists.

Also you’re more likely to be milling around outside

Ohhhh, now I get it! I thought that meant it would make my cupboard colder.

Incels: How come no women want to date me?

Also incels: Eeew, women in my social spaces how even dare they!?

Someone ran a DND game from a module, but decided to switch the gender of everyone in the module without telling the players.

The players were convinced there was some secret conspiracy to get rid of the men, because the only man they could find anywhere was the unnamed spouse of the blacksmith.

All men: business as usual. All women: there must be a secret conspiracy to erase the men.

If I had the money, I’d pay to watch this.

Okay, never mind. THAT’S the most dystopian thing I’ve read all day.

Still works in your house, but you might have to make the problematic person leave.