Just let me live somewhere in the Super Mario universe. Reality is cruel and complicated. Let me be a weirdo hermet npc that gives tips to Mario and Luigi when they find my secret cabin.

Expect to die alone, absolutely. Do I hope to die alone, absolutely fucking not. My life has been one miserable tragedy after the other. This fate has not been my choice.

I don’t think there is a difference. I didn’t talk to people then, and I don’t talk to people now.

You’re a weird troll with personality issues, and you’re not the woman in the photograph.

Please leave Lemmy.

“When you mess with the bull, you get the horns.”

I can still bleed.

We’re food for the gods.

It’s easier to stop caring and engaging with aspects of culture that you find distasteful.

Stop being a degenerate. You’re talking about day trading on Lemmy. Sir, are you lost?

Christopher Columbus never meets Queen Isabella.

Well, to answer your question, yes. Depending on the nation and the time period, the laws and rules around slavery could vary wildly. To my best recollection, there wasn’t a version of chattel slavery. Most of the time, the slaves were integrated into a given society or sacrificed. Fun fact scalping was introduced by Europeans.

Healing slower and the inability to cash in on potential.

Came here to suggest that.

I don’t know where you’ll go. I’m going to have to beg the Teotl to let me, a foreigner, go somewhere.

It’s really great for playing games (video and table top) with friends I have in real life. Using it for anything else is crazy and is used by crazy people.

I can’t find full-time work for over a year. I can’t afford Chinese takeout. I want one, but it’s far outside my price range.

Every post you make sucks.

I exist. I’m always lonely.

Mage, because if I’m going to be bothered then I want magic.