“Stick with the prod.”
…by ‘attack’ are we talking signal-jamming, hacking, or physical disruption?..
…ye gads, i adore aerial but most of her ouvre pre-ninth wave does nothing for me…
…marvel super heroes also featured a resources ability score and feats to represent financial maneuvers akin to lines of credit; it felt frustratingly abstracted as a teenager living in a discretionary cash economy, but after several decades as a real-world adult i realise that it’s an elegant abstraction for how people actually live and conduct commerce…
…i was going to say flashback or mean streets, but no, it was definitely the original tron arcade game; that pre-dated even war games…
…before a certain point in the early eighties, the line between cyberpunk and science fiction gets pretty blurry, so i don’t think anything i played in the seventies counts…
…i think we explored this place in our call of cthulhu campaign; poor henry was reduced to black ooze…
…y’all roughly correlates with coke, although there are some deep pockets of soda-water in the back country…
…my grandparents punched fascists; it’s a mark of civility that we only call them names…
…but you do need to be rich-enough to afford time not spent preparing for work, working, nor recovering from work…
shyeeah. right.
…lap dog’s going to do whatever his handler commands…
…you should mock anyone who links to xitter; it only succeeds on the basis of their patronage…
…i eat uncooked oats (steel cut or rolled) occasionally, and they’re a staple ingredient in muesli as well: is that a dicey practice?..
…i get his correspondence via email…
…not super-obscure in its day but very much a product of the mid-eighties, i doubt many folks are familiar with it fourty years later: michael crichton, tom selleck, gene simmons, peak kirstie alley…
(set in the near future-shock of 1991!)
…i held my nose and voted democrat in the face of imminent fascism, and i’ll never forgive the fascists for forcing my hand…
…that hard choice wasn’t enough, though, and i don’t blame you for that…
…“baby steps” they called that corporate handout, fomented by a groundswell of apologists that patience would be rewarded in due course…
sixteen.
f*cking.
years.