More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
Would that be clever enough to buy?
It might be the sort of thing I would purchase if I were in an especially frivolous mood and novelty shopping (which is sometimes) but I would probably only wear it to be silly. :)
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
Today I configured Hellsinker's controls so the movement speed control is *actually usable,* but only on a controller, which I have to use for this reason. ^_^ This was a huge chore!!! I had to use Japanese menus and deduce which numbers in the gamepad config .exe corresponded to which controller buttons. I also had to make the "immediately end the game" button something I wouldn't push accidentally, which somehow got to be the left control stick being pushed in...? That could have been awful. But now I can actually play Hellsinker 'properly;' hopefully I will now be able to reach the end? This is not an easy game for me even though I remember Fossilmaiden saying it was not that hard (also the name "Fossilmaiden" is from Fossil Maiden, one of this game's playable characters). :)
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
In general, the prevalence of hikikomori tendencies in Japan may be encouraged and facilitated by three primary factors:
Middle class affluence in a post-industrial society such as Japan allows parents to support and feed an adult child in the home indefinitely. Lower-income families do not have hikikomori children because a socially withdrawing youth is forced to work outside the home.[13]
The inability of Japanese parents to recognize and act upon the youth's slide into isolation; soft parenting; or even a codependent collusion between mother and son, known as amae in Japanese.[14]
A decade of flat economic indicators and a shaky job market in Japan makes the pre-existing system requiring years of competitive schooling for elite jobs appear like a pointless effort to many.[15] While Japanese fathers of the current generation of youth still enjoy lifetime employment at multinational corporations, incoming employees in Japan enjoy no such guarantees in today's job market.[16] (See Freeters and NEET for more on this.) Some younger Japanese people begin to suspect that the system put in place for their grandfathers and fathers no longer works,[17] and for some, the lack of a clear life goal makes them susceptible to social withdrawal as a hikikomori.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
I am not just NEET. I am Super High School Level NEET, a champion doer of nothing valuable. :) I will be a character in Dangan Ronpa 3 and I will be killed during the story.
I went to my uncle Don's home. He raises rabbits, cows, horses, goats, and chickens. He has twin cows named Iris and Isabelle. Iris gave birth to Hans, a very cute baby Brown Swiss who, unfortunately, was lonely without any siblings. So, my uncle Don bought a baby Brown Swiss, named it Franz, and put it in the pasture with Hans, Iris, and Isabelle.
Hans and Franz love to suck on things. I fed them milk that I milked from Iris. I let them suck my hands. They jumped on me, but that was okay because they were so little.
The saddest animals on the world are those poor chickens who are bred to have as few feathers as possible to make them easier to pluck. I just wanna hold them and comfort them and tell them that I'll never let anyone hurt them or eat them and I'll never let them get cold again.
I am the fire that burns in the scaly skin, and you are the music of life. Your drum is the heartbeat, your flute is the breath, your stage is the world, the stars your eternal metronome and the earth your audience; and they clap with thunder and rain.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
Nothing in this world can be absolutely known as "right" or "wrong;" we have to make our own ideas instead. Naturally, history is full of related disagreements.
The saxophone doesn't lend itself to lofty language.
It drips spit everywhere. I mean, trumpets drip spit too, along with every other wind instrument, but they have a spit valve. The saxophone just has spit in random places, coming out where your fingers meet the keys, and it's kind of gross.
Nothing in this world can be absolutely known as "right" or "wrong;" we have to make our own ideas instead. Naturally, history is full of related disagreements.
The saxophone doesn't lend itself to lofty language.
It drips spit everywhere. I mean, trumpets drip spit too, along with every other wind instrument, but they have a spit valve. The saxophone just has spit in random places, coming out where your fingers meet the keys, and it's kind of gross.
Yeah, I'm not sure I can make spit poetic, even by comparing it to rain and waterfalls.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
It's the 5th now
A week from today will be the best day ever for Centie
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I THOUGHT IT WAS THE FOURTH OF JULYYYYYYYY
WEIRD PERSON WITH DEPRESSION
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
We showed our friends and the reaction was rather :O
#what
#whendoweuseemoticons
#whatishappening
Hans and Franz love to suck on things. I fed them milk that I milked from Iris. I let them suck my hands. They jumped on me, but that was okay because they were so little.
The saddest animals on the world are those poor chickens who are bred to have as few feathers as possible to make them easier to pluck. I just wanna hold them and comfort them and tell them that I'll never let anyone hurt them or eat them and I'll never let them get cold again.
I wanna be a NEET princess, like Kaguya from Touhou.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
It drips spit everywhere. I mean, trumpets drip spit too, along with every other wind instrument, but they have a spit valve. The saxophone just has spit in random places, coming out where your fingers meet the keys, and it's kind of gross.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I feel sorry for the people who went out to go see a big bang. Sorry, and a bit of schadenfreude. I'm not perfect.