General Discussion Thread of DOOM

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For what its worth I can attest that GoT and Skyrim have made it easier to get people into D&D. Ive had conversations with people who would say "Can I play a character and base them off of say a GoT character" ? Most often it would be either a fighter or barbarian class type, which is an easier/less complex class to play as first time out. Those mainstream fantasy properties also give people who wouldn't know (casual) the right words/language to use. I'm biased in that I am for anything that grows D&D and the greater tabletop gaming fanbase. I know many online have been playing/promoting tabetop gaming for the past decade too.
 
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Looking back on my life, my current work persona as an efficient, quick on his feet workaholic would look really weird to my College teachers. I was a pretty bad student when it came to delivering shit on time and such. And I was a bad Freelancer too during those 2 years I lived off that, mostly because I never actively looked for contracts unless the money from the latest one was running out and I slept a lot, it's almost as if finding that woman who commited suicide in front of my apartment's door on the morning of my first day at work flicked a switch in my brain or something. Who would've thought that's all I needed.
 
Walpknut said:
Looking back on my life, my current work persona as an efficient, quick on his feet workaholic would look really weird to my College teachers. I was a pretty bad student when it came to delivering shit on time and such. And I was a bad Freelancer too during those 2 years I lived off that, mostly because I never actively looked for contracts unless the money from the latest one was running out and I slept a lot, it's almost as if finding that woman who commited suicide in front of my apartment's door on the morning of my first day at work flicked a switch in my brain or something. Who would've thought that's all I needed.
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I remember that. So that is when the Walpknut got his shit straight. Life is short. I advise everyone with issues to go watch someone commit suicide for therapy.
 
Really been hating about the knife attack that happened 2 days ago here, because it gave me bad headache and depression. It has worn off, but even just reminding about it tends to get me sad very fast.
It's one of these things that also reinforces the idea of banning immigrants to avoid these kind of situations. Not the best solution, but I would put my nation above all else.

Really excited however to get back to working after 2 weeks, taking care of elders. I don't think that job is easy to screw up for anti-social person like me.
 
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-40999568

Just read this story and...damn. Just...what? How in the ef can an elevator, a HOSPITAL elevator, decapitate you? How is that even possible? I mean, over here elevators are, well, safe. I've seen vids of elevators and escalators in China killing folks, so I guess they make their owns are not very good at making them.

Are elevators etc. safe where you live? Cause if they're not, average life must be pretty stressful.
 
She was probably too tan. The elevator built by white supremacist capitalist patriarchists probably thought she was a black woman and decided to kill her.
 
Hassknecht said:
She was probably too tan. The elevator built by white supremacist capitalist patriarchists probably thought she was a black woman and decided to kill her.
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Come on, get in your Germanic "machines are my thing, I know all about them because I am a Germanic machine-person" - mindset and tell me, in layman's terms, what type of elevator would do that, what should an elevator be like in order to be considered 'safe' and what does a pina colada cost in Spain.
 
It can happen with any elevator, really. All that needs to happen is the detection that the doors are still open. One broken cable or connection and that's it. The article says how the doors closed and opened a few times and then the elevator began to rise. Sounds like the door mechanism failed.
The doors detect if there's something in the way by a photosensor and a pressure sensor, but if the door never even attempts to close properly those won't help, either.
Accidents happen, you can't have 100% safety. Maintenance usually should catch these failures, but it can happen anyway.
 
I dream I was in a hotel, and in a room connecting corridors with the elevator, I glanced towards the window, and at a large contraption, looking like angled sticks attached to the wall. As I study it, I realize the sticks gather in connection to a base, and I then realize I am staring at a gigantic spider the size and shape of Japanese spider crabs
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I'm not really worried about bugs, in life, and neither am I in dreams, but when they get that size ^ I start to back away slowly. As I do, the creature abruptly moves, it relocates its long, spindly legs, and then moves towards me. I tilt over a bowl of fruit or something, like throwing your backpack at a bear, and the spider moves to the fruit, and I escape

However
somehow
in dreamland, I have managed to get an enemy of some kind. My enemy seems like some sort of old woman, and here it begins to get fuzzy, as if the dream just goes on a war-path against me, regardless of coherency or logic, and while I try to block the hotel room door, a friend of mine engages the spider in battle, as the old woman summons and encourages the arthropod. My friend grabs the spider with his hands, and with all of his might tries to tear it apart, but the chitin shell is too strong, and the spider resists, and then begins to gnaw him right in the face, chewing off pieces of his head with a clear and mammal-like head. The spider seems to go back and forth between being red and black, smooth armored and furry. The door is slowly forced open, despite my effort at keeping it shut. The legs enter, and latch on to me. The spider climbs on top of my head and shoulders, and appears to still be searching for me, not realizing I am me - and not merely some surface.
The old lady notices this, and decides to just wait it out, enjoying my terror.
The sheer weight of the spider weighs me down, as well as total horrified paralysis. It begins to sniff at the back of my head, scratch and taste. It begins to realize I am its prey. Almost unable to even move, I do feeble attempts at reaching back, to grab it, and throw it off, but with its disturbing texture, fumbling blind, any firm grip eludes me. And I know, even if I could get a hold of it, I am too weakened to be able to even budge it.

NEW DAY
New night
I can't wait for what exciting adventure my brain has for me this time : )
 
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