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Seconding everything @walkinaroundtheuniverse says here. Ismaire and I actually played this game when it first launched as an f2p action MMO. They've added soooo much to the cast, and it's really turned into some serious eye-candy for both female and male characters.

It's also pretty encouraging to come back to the game, and find that the lore still holds up when you play it from the beginning. I remember when we only had season 1-3, so a lot's changed since when it was just three MCs. It's been both refreshing and an enjoyable ride to recap from the beginning as a couple of the newer characters. If you're into lore, it's so much fun picking out where certain conspiracies starts -- with the occasional emotional damage this game can cause.

Comparing to how it played back then to now: Vindictus is a beautiful game in story and visuals, and it's quite forgiving to the most casual of players.

Come for the cute outfits.

Stay for the action.

to all people enjoying time loops and good, altough a tad bit sad stories (like bitter-sweet), play vindictus.

Just.

It's old, as of now, with kinda old graphics. But that makes it run on anything now. And story, in my opinion, is good.

Just finished season 2 (there are multiple seasons with main plots), and before, i finished season 1 multiple times. It's really fun, fun enough for replaying it.

Combat is solid. Nothing is locked by too weak gear or lack of other players, because you're gifted good equipement ( which makes it a bit too easy... but let's you enjoy the story without frustration? well, if you go far enough you will meet challange, i think)

Give it a try i guess. And yeah, finishing season 2 made me write that. fuuuuuuuuuu-

(it's also easy to get free apparell, which normally you would have to buy-

i'm just saying my mc is running around in strawberry underwear, underneath his badass armour, it's funny xd)

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

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This Thanksgiving, if you’ve ever once in your life claimed Indian heritage, give a couple bucks to NICWA. Im not here to argue with you about whether or not you have NDN heritage, but if you truly do, the reason why you know nothing about it is because of your ancestor being taken away and colonized by the methods the Indian Child Welfare Act protects against. Right now ICWA is under attack by a horrifying court case that threatens to undo all the recent strides we’ve made in tribal sovereignty and NDN cultural preservation by eliminating NDN children.

The court case is called Brackeen v. Haaland and is spearheaded by a literal Oil & Gas lawyer named Matthew McGill that has succeeded in destroying the sovereignty of Tribal lands for pipeline construction and has even tried to disestablish entire reservations for his Big Oil paycheck. Their case is a disgusting attack with no legal merit, but still may pass in their favour because of the greed of our Supreme Court. Here’s the most important snippet from that link.

Do not let them trick you into thinking this is to protect NDN children. Child abuse is a widespread US problem and the federal and state governments have never handled it with the best interests of children in mind, let alone NDN children. This is why I am offering up a link to NICWA, a program that ACTUALLY intervenes in cases of child abuse among the NDN community, while allowing the child to remain an established member of the tribal nation. This program is led by tribal leaders who know the communities they are operating in intimately, and therefore can actually act on what is best for the child.

If you are concerned about NDN Child welfare, DO NOT support the striking down of ICWA and instead support public programs on tribal lands and tribal child welfare programs like NICWA.

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Why what you do doesn't seem important, but actually is

When I was in college, I had a wonderful mentor/professor who helped me learn lessons that keep being relevant as I go through life—which, if you ask me, is the tell-tale sign that he was a great professor.

One of those lessons was that it could be almost impossible to establish self-worth, and to recognize self-acheivement. After we’ve learned how to do something—ANYTHING—really well, it seems almost like second nature for us to do it. Even if we’re producing quality work, we look at it and think ‘well, sure this turned out well but anyone out there could have done it if they put the time in.’ We forget that WE are the ones that put the time in to learn the skill, and that WE are the ones who now have something special for it.

Here’s an example:

This professor told me about a time when he was at a conference giving a talk. After he was done with his seminar (which was probably about something awesome like chaotic oscillators) he went on to listen to other professors and industry professionals give their talks. There was one he was sitting on, thinking to himself ‘WOW this guy is cool. Here he is building a genetic search engine (or some other incredible topic) while I’m just dorking around with chaotic oscillators.’ but then, after the talk, my professor went up to him. He wanted to tell him how neat he found the subject and the guys research… And when he got up there, the guy went ‘OH WOW you are that professor with the chaotic oscillators! I saw your seminar and I was so excited by it! You’re really doing something incredible while I’m just dorking around with genetic search engines.’ And thats when my professor realized that JUST BECAUSE THINGS SEEM COMMON TO US DOESN’T MEAN THAT THEY ARE COMMON. Our skills, our lessons, and our experiences are unique to each of us, we just are looking at them through the fogged glass of ‘been there, done that.’ Others won’t be looking at them through that same glass.

If you ever see artwork and say ‘wow I wish mine was that good,’ or read a story and say ‘gee I wish that I could write like that,’ you have to also remember that there is probably someone out there saying the same exact thing about your work to themselves. It might even be the exact same person who you’re envying.

Please never forget that your experiences have made your own work into something valuable. YOU have put the time into it. YOU have something unique. YOU have something that it would take somebody else at least as long to duplicate, and it would still never come out the same way that you do it.

We fixate so often on comparing ourselves to other people, but we judge ourselves the most unfairly. We look at what they have, and we fret about what we don’t have, and we forget that we aren’t defined by what we don’t have.

Your work is important, and it is only going to get more important from here.

I need to say something and I need y'all to be calm

if it isn't actively bad or harmful, no representation should be called "too simple" or "too surface level"

I have a whole argument for this about the barbie movie but today I wanna talk about a show called "the babysitters club" on Netflix

(obligatory disclaimer that I watched only two episodes of this show so if it's super problematic I'm sorry) (yes. I know it's based on a book, this is about the show)

this is a silly 8+ show that my 9 year old sister is watching and it manages to tackle so many complex topics in such an easy way. basic premise is these 13 year old girls have a babysitting agency.

in one episode, a girl babysits this transfem kid. the approach is super simple, with the kid saying stuff like "oh no, those are my old boy clothes, these are my girl clothes". they have to go to the doctor and everyone is calling the kid by her dead name and using he/him and this 13 year old snaps at like a group of doctors and they all listen to her. it's pure fantasy and any person versed in trans theory would point out a bunch of mistakes.

but after watching this episode, my little sister started switching to my name instead of my dead name and intercalating he/him pronouns when talking about me.

one of the 13 years old is a diabetic and sometimes her whole personality is taken over by that. but she has this episode where she pushes herself to her limit and passes out and talks about being in a coma for a while because of not recognizing the limits of her disability.

and this allowed my 9 year old sister to understand me better when I say "I really want to play with you but right now my body physically can't do that" (I'm disabled). she has even asked me why I'm pushing myself, why I'm not using my crutches when I complain about pain.

my mom is 50 years old and watching this show with my sister. she said the episode about the diabetic girl helped her understand me and my disability better. she grew up disabled as well, but she was taught to shut up and power through.

yes, silly simple representation can annoy you if you've read thousands of pages about queer liberation or disability radical thought, but sometimes things are not for you.

I need to say something and I need y'all to be calm

if it isn't actively bad or harmful, no representation should be called "too simple" or "too surface level"

I have a whole argument for this about the barbie movie but today I wanna talk about a show called "the babysitters club" on Netflix

(obligatory disclaimer that I watched only two episodes of this show so if it's super problematic I'm sorry) (yes. I know it's based on a book, this is about the show)

this is a silly 8+ show that my 9 year old sister is watching and it manages to tackle so many complex topics in such an easy way. basic premise is these 13 year old girls have a babysitting agency.

in one episode, a girl babysits this transfem kid. the approach is super simple, with the kid saying stuff like "oh no, those are my old boy clothes, these are my girl clothes". they have to go to the doctor and everyone is calling the kid by her dead name and using he/him and this 13 year old snaps at like a group of doctors and they all listen to her. it's pure fantasy and any person versed in trans theory would point out a bunch of mistakes.

but after watching this episode, my little sister started switching to my name instead of my dead name and intercalating he/him pronouns when talking about me.

one of the 13 years old is a diabetic and sometimes her whole personality is taken over by that. but she has this episode where she pushes herself to her limit and passes out and talks about being in a coma for a while because of not recognizing the limits of her disability.

and this allowed my 9 year old sister to understand me better when I say "I really want to play with you but right now my body physically can't do that" (I'm disabled). she has even asked me why I'm pushing myself, why I'm not using my crutches when I complain about pain.

my mom is 50 years old and watching this show with my sister. she said the episode about the diabetic girl helped her understand me and my disability better. she grew up disabled as well, but she was taught to shut up and power through.

yes, silly simple representation can annoy you if you've read thousands of pages about queer liberation or disability radical thought, but sometimes things are not for you.

okay so... i discovered a random doc i wrote. it had something going on, but i couldn't help but try to make sense of it. what will be below "read more" is a little rewrite of it, as to make it have more sense, at least the one i could find. if you miss something in your life, consider a read.

(just letting you know: it's literally titled "water drop overthinking" and might still not make sense. its a random rant i had 3 years ago, leave me alone. i share what i want here)

A lot of things drop, it’s not a surprise. However, we often find water drops that slowly crush to the floor pretty relaxing. Pretty weird, since an action of dropping we usually associate with something negative: something precious to you yet so weak breaks, you burn out and drop something you were an inch close to finish, dropping out of school, or college, or university, and more.

Drop. Drop. Another drop. It could be raindrops at the start of the rain, a piece of melting icicle, living his last hours as his remains, while obeying gravity, drop on now warming but still cold ground. We can’t deny that its also sounds you hear after taking a nice, relaxing, or not so shower, or when sweating intensively in a pretty uncomfortable situation that helps to cool down the heat of your embarrassment.

Is it just the sound that it makes is considered calming, or maybe the satisfaction of what the rain creates with them - so many drops speeding up only to loudly meet the ground, all uncontrollable but fascinating, similar to fire?

Maybe we don’t care for a water drop, which probably lived and travelled millions of years non-stop before its fall, and which might continue for even more years. It’s possible that we just enjoy seeing something eventually end, as it then comes back to someone else to look at, perhaps as a part of something bigger. We can’t truly know.

Of course, humanity has and always will have things that are considered weird. For most of them, they’re similar to water drops. We don’t care about them that much usually, don’t realize their potential in the future, as part of something huge.

...

We just accept them in the moment. We look at the rain as a one thing. We don't appreciate or even pay attention to every little drop it has, we see it as a whole thing. An experience. A time which, even though we won't recall the details of, might still remember how it happened, what it made you think, what it made you feel. And some of it will come back to others, making them feel perhaps something different.

So even if a part of your life left you, someone else might soon experience it after you. And it will carry on for eternity, so long the drops are still going...

okay so... i discovered a random doc i wrote. it had something going on, but i couldn't help but try to make sense of it. what will be below "read more" is a little rewrite of it, as to make it have more sense, at least the one i could find. if you miss something in your life, consider a read.

(just letting you know: it's literally titled "water drop overthinking" and might still not make sense. its a random rant i had 3 years ago, leave me alone. i share what i want here)

A lot of things drop, it’s not a surprise. However, we often find water drops that slowly crush to the floor pretty relaxing. Pretty weird, since an action of dropping we usually associate with something negative: something precious to you yet so weak breaks, you burn out and drop something you were an inch close to finish, dropping out of school, or college, or university, and more.

Drop. Drop. Another drop. It could be raindrops at the start of the rain, a piece of melting icicle, living his last hours as his remains, while obeying gravity, drop on now warming but still cold ground. We can’t deny that its also sounds you hear after taking a nice, relaxing, or not so shower, or when sweating intensively in a pretty uncomfortable situation that helps to cool down the heat of your embarrassment.

Is it just the sound that it makes is considered calming, or maybe the satisfaction of what the rain creates with them - so many drops speeding up only to loudly meet the ground, all uncontrollable but fascinating, similar to fire?

Maybe we don’t care for a water drop, which probably lived and travelled millions of years non-stop before its fall, and which might continue for even more years. It’s possible that we just enjoy seeing something eventually end, as it then comes back to someone else to look at, perhaps as a part of something bigger. We can’t truly know.

Of course, humanity has and always will have things that are considered weird. For most of them, they’re similar to water drops. We don’t care about them that much usually, don’t realize their potential in the future, as part of something huge.

...

We just accept them in the moment. We look at the rain as a one thing. We don't appreciate or even pay attention to every little drop it has, we see it as a whole thing. An experience. A time which, even though we won't recall the details of, might still remember how it happened, what it made you think, what it made you feel. And some of it will come back to others, making them feel perhaps something different.

So even if a part of your life left you, someone else might soon experience it after you. And it will carry on for eternity, so long the drops are still going...