Point out that however emotionally & intellectually immature, that person remains an adult, has done fascist things w/full knowledge, and therefore remains accountable for his actions
When I first started gaming (this is circa 1978), using Original D&D, our favorite DM had a favorite dungeon which was always entered through a particular favored entrance. This was because there was a twenty-by-twenty (that's in feet, 'cause original D&D, with dungeons drawn on graph paper with each square ten-by-ten and the corridors all ten feet wide). Anyway, they did this just so they could make all the newbies ask questions. The interior of the room was "all dark, like soot from flames, but there are outlines of a [description of half a dozen player-character-like silhouettes]". The loving description was intended to provoke questions about how this happened. Short version: the party's magic user leveled up and got fireball, so wanted to try it out, but the DM was a chemist with a minor in physics who warned the MU player a couple of times and then let him fire it off.
Point out that however emotionally & intellectually immature, that person remains an adult, has done fascist things w/full knowledge, and therefore remains accountable for his actions
These days, not a metaphor.
It's very nearly seventy-nine degrees!
(Kelvin, that is)
That's either a lightning god having a tiff with the god of the sea, or a demigod with a hankering for fish stew.
When I first started gaming (this is circa 1978), using Original D&D, our favorite DM had a favorite dungeon which was always entered through a particular favored entrance. This was because there was a twenty-by-twenty (that's in feet, 'cause original D&D, with dungeons drawn on graph paper with each square ten-by-ten and the corridors all ten feet wide). Anyway, they did this just so they could make all the newbies ask questions. The interior of the room was "all dark, like soot from flames, but there are outlines of a [description of half a dozen player-character-like silhouettes]". The loving description was intended to provoke questions about how this happened. Short version: the party's magic user leveled up and got fireball, so wanted to try it out, but the DM was a chemist with a minor in physics who warned the MU player a couple of times and then let him fire it off.
"Okay. Everybody save against fire."
my dau is at seatac. Flight canceled. A flight that wasn't canceled yesterday, the day before, the day before.,... wtf
Has he invited lots and lots of folks to listen to his address from the steps of the Capitol yet?
Anybody remember Breaking Away?
and on ESPN++and Disney+++and Paramount++++
Even a masochist needs a break sometimes 🤣
Right there with you. https://c.tenor.com/HLmHb9a...
It's a disease.
If Pooh is naked, it's public domain. If Pooh is clothed it's copyrighted by Disney.
Learned that yesterday.
It's often a sign of a "person of interest".
Good way to get a maggot to invoke the fifth.
They were told there would be a mass pardon. That's why they were so brazen.
"C'mon in! We'll have a little talk. You have nothing to hide, right?"