Crazy flick

So it would resemble the beginning of the universe, but smaller. Neat.

In my experience, it totally depends on the shop and what kind if environment the owners are trying to cultivate. I’ve been to super competitive shops that are crazy anal about sticking to game rules, rude to newcomers, etc, and I’ve been to others (like my current shop) that realize we’re a bunch of middle aged fucks playing with toys (40k is my shit).

More often than not, though, the vibe is going to be a welcoming one. As others have said, its more people to play games with! Especially in the plastic crack community, where there’s certainly a 30 year Warhammer veteran just waiting for a newbie to dump their lore knowledge into.

Local gaming shops are good options if you’re in an urban/suburban area. Many run regular events for TableTop Role Playing Games like Pathfinder and DnD, Warhammer, board game tournaments, etc… Many also host discord servers so folks can make “LFG” (Looking For Game) type posts.

Obviously its going to depend where you are, but I’ve found it to be a great place to socialize when I’m bored.

After some further reading it seems obvious that the two incidents are entirely unrelated, but it was a fun rabbit hole for a sec!

Edited to say “usually”, apologies, lol

My Rollerblades should be here Wednesday! Last I had a pair I was probably 17, but I started playing Bomb Rush Cyberpunk (spiritual successor to Jet Grind Radio) and was instantly hit with the urge to get back out there.

I see your point, but I’d be cautious of underestimating them.

Regardless of their own shortcomings, they have more resources than virtually anyone else on the planet to compensate for them. They certainly have teams of incredibly smart, and incredibly well paid people scheming for them.

What are the chances they are working together and creating a distraction?

Long, somewhat related story:

Many moons ago I was at a club and was dying for a smoke, but you had to leave the club and go through two sets of lines and ID checks to get to where I was hanging out on the second floor. Well, they had a giant outdoor balcony, but the area was walled off by a line of plastic chairs. My drunk, fiendin, ass said, “fuck it”, shuffled a chair out of the way, and snuck off to the corner to smoke. Well, what was one or two people who noticed me and did the same, soon turned into a packed balcony.

Regardless, my little act of rebellion seemed to get the attention of a “tallish” girl in heels who started chatting me up. About 3/4 through my smoke, the bouncers finally catch wind that there’s fifty people on the balcony, and start angrily shuffling people back into the club. At this point, I ask the chick if she wants to dance, and she accepts.

Kudos to her for lasting as long as she did, but thirty seconds into grinding her ass on my stomach, she gave up trying to dance with me and walked away without a word, never to be seen again.

I wouldn’t even consider myself short (1.78m, 5’10"), but it was a humbling moment at the time.

Birches be crazy…

Mine autoplays physics concept explanation videos, lol

I too have a no soliciting sign, though I don’t think anyone has ever walked up, read it, and turned around. Instead, when I open the door, I mention the company they represent should start doing literacy tests, point at the sign, and tell them to get the fuck off my porch. I know that ignoring them is an option, but so is throwing rocks, soooo…

dogma

/dôg′mə, dŏg′-/

noun

A doctrine or a corpus of doctrines relating to matters such as morality and faith, set forth in an authoritative manner by a religion

Name an ideological concept that has led to more killing and death then religion…

It’s good enough to give me a little buffer, fortunately

As expected, lol

False

Patiently waiting for a meeting in which I’m almost certainly going to be laid off.

I was 15 or so, trying to drill a hole through the bottom of a 5.56 casing to weave onto some paracord for a necklace. Using whatever I found in the shed to try and accomplish this, I held the casing in place with a pair of vice grips as used a shitty old bit in a hand drill to try and put the hole in it. Well, instead the bit snapped, and I put what remained of the bit in the drill through my finger. Being a stubborn idiot, I dumped some hydrogen peroxide on it, applied pressure with a paper towel, then covered my whole finger in duct tape. Fortunately didn’t get infected (the bit was probably screaming hot), but I’ve got a fun scar now!