@Majora__Z@VolSkimmer Look up fighters Destiny and think real hard if you would play that game in place of modern fighting game design. Because it sounds like you're just describing that game.
Discord will age-restrict users from certain features starting next month unless the user sends a face scan or ID.
All accounts will get a restricted "teen" experience by default:
- No access to age-restricted or NSFW servers and channels
- Cannot speak in Stage channels
- Automatic filters applied to sensitive or graphic content
- Warnings shown on friend requests from unfamiliar users
- Direct messages from non-friends filtered into a separate requests inbox
To unlock full adult access, users must verify they are 18+ with one of these options:
- Facial age estimation (a short video selfie processed on your device, not stored by Discord)
- Uploading a photo of a government-issued ID (data deleted after verification)
This small tiny lamp that was my remaining drive, what was left of my fuel, was about to go out. And as it did, I became thoughtless, still, hummingbird tense. As I no longer saw a horizon. No future. There was only a biding glow waiting to get snuffed out by a despotic breeze.
As I sat there watching my world shrink to a wilt of a flame, I re- experienced my life, finality, and everything that I had abandoned. A dream without heart, passion fueled by rage and sadness, controlled by grief. Yearning for belonging, but striving to be different. An inbound
But when that light went out, I stumbled away as if hope had left my body. Then at last when I thought I had found some hope with a discovery of a lamp of oil, it turned out that I was fresh out of kerosene, and staring at my end.
I chased the shining of distant lights for years. Only to be rebuffed by them. I struck ardent sparks of creation and watched them slowly suffocate to black miasma. I stumbled across a spectral campfire. And huddled around the warmth with whispering shadows.
Whilst my mind was closed to the outside.And My dreams had begun to fade into the abyss. Me and my heart pulsed without purpose. And I was frozen there, in the dark, waiting for a light to show me the way out of the pitchless darkness.
Here we go, together again. Amongst it all, seeking friends. As a mirror placed in front of myself, became the measure of my life and health. Both were broken, beaten, poorly sewn together. My appearance in reflection was a clump of ragged fabrics weaved together.
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