Stalinwolf

It can, but it comes out more like "ROOVE ARONG RITIZEN!"

That's exactly what drove me into seeking out Lemmy instead. I hopped on Mastodon and it made me feel like I was being coralled into following some niche hobby forum exclusively, and I wasn't into that. It didn't explain that the instance itself was largely irrelevant and that the rest of the platform would open up to me after choosing one.

Lemmy still had a learning curve, but having experience with reddit I was able to pick it up easily enough.

Wait 'til Martin comes..

You're not wrong. I tend to think the worst of people when I learn they're conservative. I find it difficult to rationalize how they can observe the actions and behavior of conservative leadership and actually cheer them on. But, like my own mother has proven to me, many of them are just ignorant victims of propoganda who are oblivious to the whole picture.

I hate the frequent use of "call(s)" in journalism to paint this dishonest picture that there is a large group or important figures actively motioning to do shit, when it's almost always just as you've said here. One or two inconsequential dicks with a stupid opinion.

What is this service, exactly? Do they host games on powerful PCs for you to play remotely or something?

It's the warm blend of its cozy art style, ambient audio, and the unparalleled soundtrack. You go through the grandpa intro and observe his strangely thin bed all over again. Then the Jojamart corporate hell scene. You open the letter and reading it even for the fifteenth time gives you an immediate sense of peace and relief, because you know you're going back to the valley. It's all good vibes from here.

The music fades away and you're greeted with a quiet scene in the mountains, watching a grumbly coach bus speed past the sign, and you're left with a moment between you and the countryside. There are a few trilling birds and one lands in the sign. You arrive at your stop and immediately that uplifting little song starts playing and Robin's cute-ass face appears, probably with wood shavings in her bangs, and she still has that voice you crafted for her in your head after all these years. The mayor will too. She's an old friend.

She ushers you away to your first long view of the farm. Now, you've already been here several times in the last decade, but that music. That warm, orangish pallete. That overgrown little cabin on that rugged patch of land. The music grooves on and right away you get butterflies in your stomach over the prospect of getting to be here everyday, cleaning it up and carving your own little life and operation. There is a sense of joy and freedom, and a million possibilities laying under that brush-strewn mess that used to be a field. It never fails to bring you right back and feel that magic again.

It's like the developer perfectly captured our most innocent human desires in a tiny bottle.

Stardew Valley is a beautiful love letter from Eric Barone's soul. I don't want to see it fizzle out either. I'm a straight male but I would marry that man based purely on the gift he gave us.

Should have gone out with the Italian chick instead.

Fallout is excellent.

I miss the classic era of DAoC and still hum various town music to this day. Cotswold being the most recurring.

My daughter's pre-school just sent out a message this week that the kids are preparing for a Christmas concert. It asked parents to help them practice the lyrics in the meantime and then provided a copy of that atrocity. There's like five other popular Christmas songs I can think of off the top of my head that are religiously neutral, but we couldn't do Up On the Housetop, could we?

There really is no escaping her.