DEFENDERS OF SOL!
We’re in the end-game now, & this is our "on your left" moment!💥
SLAM THE SERVERS //my final set.
🧵8 Posters to rally the troops!👇
Share & spam freely. Hope to see our *strength in numbers* on Jun 9! ❤️🔥
#D2ServerSlam#Destiny2
//No gen-ai.
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dont prep, dont treat this like an expansion where you wan to be ready to blitz the content at launch as if you were getting raid ready, just run a few quick play matches in crucible, vanguard ops, and wait for the update, and on the 9th savor the update, take your time
Destiny 2 was not a failure.
Destiny is—was—by all measures, one of the most resounding successes in its field, and its end is a consequence of its management, not the game itself, nor the team and community that propped it up time and time again, or the vision that fueled it.
Destiny was a pioneer of the live-service formula. It was one of the earliest games of the 2010s to try to deliver constant goods, whether they took the form of missions, new loot rewards, or skins, to a console audience.
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Made some call to arms (no ai) for fellow Guardians & beyond.
Only press-kit media / screen grabs used.
💠 Share freely. 💠 See you @ the Tower. 💛
#Destiny2#WeWantDestiny3#GuardiansMakeTheirOwnFate
This is set 1 (one more below 👇). I might make different theme later.
Dmg’s great sins:
- an enthusiastic tweet about the team trying making the game better going forward
- saying there would be a roadmap that he never ended up being given by the studio
-blocking some people who were annoying and/or abusive
Dmg is a king (all comms are)
Hot take, but I think we have to stop expecting people who did adult content long ago to just never move on and do anything else.
It's a video game, it's really not a big deal. Suzi is known as a gaming content creator and has been for years now. Most people don't even know she used to do adult content unless they're told by someone else on social media.
I get you may not want former sex workers in certain fields like as a teacher or something, but I find it ironic that people give sex workers flak, yet when they try to move on and do something else they treat it like the scarlet letter. A brand of shame they can never move on from.
The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.
They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.
Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.
The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.
The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.
By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.
According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.
The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.
Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.
Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.
The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.
She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.
She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.
They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.
The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.
The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.
Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.
A SINGLE NEWSPAPER REPORTED INVESTIGATING TRUMP'S SEXUAL ASSAULT OF A MINOR. THAT IS THE POST AND COURIER, A LOCAL SOUTH CAROLINA PUBLICATION. https://t.co/00sDp3qKxo