Breaking: A Seattle neighborhood declares WAR against pimps shooting up Aurora Avenue while engaging in turf wars over prostitutes.
Residents say they have been constantly dodging bullets since the city decriminalized prostitution in 2020, resulting in open-air sex trafficking and an increase in gun violence.
If the city refuses to address the yearslong issue, some residents want President Trump to intervene and order a federal crackdown.
@chamboni@SSGSentinel@RE_Games 6 can't be remade. And doesn't really need it. It's fine for what it is, is self contained, is cannon with the new timeline, and remaking it would change it entirely. It's actually, arguably, the first game in the remake timeline series. What we need is a Jake spinoff.
Liberals will ask, "Why can't you just enjoy it?" at the same time other Liberals post, "Everything I do in life is with the intention of making you miserable".
People are not angry because they can't enjoy things. They are angry because they correctly understand that the things they once loved are being converted into weapons for an ideology that hates them.
There is a very obvious sadistic side to Progressivism's hijacking of things like movies and video games. These people do not love the media they're destroying. They're not trying to make something good. They just want revenge against the normal world.
They want the actual fans to feel alienated and dispossessed. That's the entire point.
And every so often, someone is bold enough to admit it.
🇯🇵 Boku no Natsuyasumi (僕の夏休み) is a 2000 PS1 game where you spend the summer as a city kid in the Japanese countryside.
For us Japanese it's pure nostalgia. I especially love those peaceful nighttime shots with fireflies & village lights.
@OGRealmWalkers The font style and colors kinda suck, but other than that, youre being hyper critical of yourself and stressing over details that your audience will never notice. Knock it off and get back to work.
@friedPeeP It was intentionally misunderstood. They know you're not racist but they're dogpiling on you anyway. I'm not telling you to be conservative. There's a lot of space between maga and progressive race baiting. The awakening starts by recognizing the real toxicity of your tribe.
This black, bisexual, pronouns-in-the-bio, woke, re-tweeting pro-Laufrey posts, dude tries to teach struggling artists about color theory and gets relentlessly attacked by his own people for being racist. Hopefully this starts an awakening inside him.
So I went back and touched on a few things and adjusted some colors to better convey my view on coloring darker skin as a person of color myself.
I know this isn’t the most in-depth guide, but it’s something.
@friedPeeP You probably won't see this because of the mute, but let this begin your awakening. These people are not your allies, friends, or supporters. They will forever squeeze you through endless purity tests, ready to tear you apart for any failure to meet their ever-moving standards.
@LilithLuciferMA@friedPeeP They're black you fucking retard. And I'm going to talk to you however the fuck I want. Now shut the fuck up and go back to cutting and pretending you have an eating disorder, you attention seeking empty vessel.
@LilithLuciferMA@friedPeeP Oh my GOD shut the fuck up. This artist is showing graphic design and color theory tips for struggling artists, not discriminating against anyone. There's no racism in their post.
In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
@jandrewellis None of those are issues. They're not real things. Anti Ai people are almost all progressive leftists. They hate Ai because it threatens their stranglehold on consumable media and narrative. They've been propagandizing and lying so long that they don't how to compete anymore.