Please don’t. The only thing that makes the place livable is the option that if things go even worse the door is still open to leave.

For one, my chosen server disappeared without any sign in a puff of logic, so I’m back here

Seemingly all EA games need one. I have no idea why, there’s no multiplayer, and I’m not exactly sure about cloud saves either.

So nothing has changed since the world war. As I gathered you only had a chance if you were over 80 or under 10, and to make things worse you weren’t allowed to talk about what happened in the following 50 years if your country was liberated by them because the Soviet soldier doesn’t do things like that so you’d get in trouble

All is fine until the eggs starts burning

It seems there is an arms race between search engines and content creators. The latter come up with those pages that will tell you the life history of the writer and their dogs, and 20 ads, five popups, subscription offers, allow the site to access your location and send updates questions and 'read more’s later you might find out the thing you need. All this to have more ads and rank higher in various searches. 10 minutes ago I wanted to find out what the hell a float needle is. I couldn’t. ChatGPT gave me the answer I needed in two questions.

Wait, there’s noone collecting mushrooms there? It’s not random stuff of course, it’s species they know. And there’s a good chance you won’t find those is the shop.

• pinch your nose and try to breathe through it
• Count your fingers
• Check a clock
• Read text

Most men reach a point in their life when their hair loses the fight against gravity. There are two choices: accept reality, grab a trimmer and pick something between 12mm and full-Picard, or try to haggle with nature and experiment with Leisure suit Larry/crazy bus driver/hobo looks. I’d suggest the first, as an extra bonus you’ll save a lot of time and money on haircuts, too

Check out the history of bird migration science. There was everything from birds going to the moon for winter, swallows burrowing in the mud, transmorphing to different species, up to the 19th century