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I think what you mean is attention. He would still have had praise, and less verbal mockery, had he kept up the other route. Instead we got a third rate villain who would be easily demasked without Fred and Velma.

Which, btw, he's an idiot for not just staying quiet and letting people praise him. Imagine for a moment he took the ridiculous wealth he has and kept quietly pointing it at things that help everyone. He would have been beloved and had more influence than he does now. All of it probably costing him less. Alongside many other reasons, this fucking dumb as shit shift he made makes me want to crush him and Trump even more.

Cause like wtf, Musk? You had a clear and easy path to all the power and prestige and recognition you could have ever wanted by helping the world. Instead, you turned into an asshole.

What really gets me is I've had people on the Right tell me about the illegal immigrant problem and about how they do all these crimes. Then when I trap them with the obvious, "Trump is felon though" argument I always get, "Oh he's different." alongside the usual conspiracy theories. These are just the bad actors.

So thinking about it, what's even worse are the people who are supporting Trump as reactionary supporters. All they know is they're angry and the Democrats are the ones who always talk about change. So time to vote for not them for reasons they can never explain.

What probably happened is Corporate ~~overlords~~ leadership opted for an easier-to-create game direction while also attempting to diversify the game's base. Basically, and I may be eating my words as we learn more about the game, I'd expect them to have reduced the cost to create while also attempting to increase profit.

I base this off of other games which have attempted similar feats, and I'm not sure of a single one that was part of a larger series that has turned out well.

Unless there is some clause talking about time to receive or "only the participant", then I would sell this thing at a fraction of the price and frolic into the sunset. Let someone else deal with the logistics, I just made an easy Mil.

If this man kept his word he'd have moved to Russia years ago.

Fire Department Chronicles pretty much underlines exactly this. Emergency situations caused by some level of stupidity. Often no communication, bad supervision or training, some stunt, or just extremely poor judgement leading up to whatever happened that caused the call in the first place.

I can back this, though not for a heart attack. I was foolish and never went in, twice.

My body typically runs a degree below what most of us know as the average human body temperature, though this is disputed. Some time ago I got sick. Not like sniffles and some aches, what I got brought my body into fill siege mode for a week. My temps were fluctuating from 102 into mid-104 if I made the mistake of staying covered up for too long, or sometimes just cause. I struggled to eat due to almost no appetite, though I did eat what little I could put down, and slept on-off constantly, mostly dozed. When I was awake it was constant discomfort. Just me being a human torch and downing as much fluids as I could, with a careful mixture of otc drugs. I lost 17lbs that week. Many of you are aware of how dumb I was to not bring myself to a hospital. For those of you who do not understand: My body was in a state of absolute war. Me creeping into 104° was dangerous on a level that's difficult to grasp, especially if it stays there, god forbid if it goes up another degree. Plainly put: I got lucky. I have no idea what I had caught.

The other situation was a stomach issue caused, I'm convinced, by my body reacting very poorly to pineapple enzymes. Considering I am rather strongly physically adverse to going near pineapple now I'm sort of assuming my body knows what's up. Anyway, I spent 4 days in and out of the bathroom, often nauseous, with commonly nothing to show for it. No matter what I did my body refused to process something. It's like those moments where you forget how to breathe, except my stomach forgot how to process. Tums, Peptol, toast, time, heat, cold, showers, light exercise, nothing moved whatever lever some goblin pulled to cause my body to just say no regarding processing through whatever I was dealing with.

Now neither of these situations are heart attacks. Point is, they don't have to be. Our bodies are remarkably resilient and modern medicine understands this. We have developed advanced medical techniques that, with few exceptions, exist largely to give our bodies time to figure shit out. So just go. Even if it's no more than a quick consultation and $100 for someone to say "You're probably not going to die." cause fuck me if it wouldn't have helped me in both these situations.

It needs to be simplified. You'd be rather shocked at how many people can't read the vast majority of standard graphs.

Woah now, it's SO much easier to make a dig at anything when you refuse to challenge your own, and your friend/family's, personal views.

Must be owned by the cousins of Boeing.

They can cheer for whomever they wish. What you do mean much more than what people think of you.