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Not “giving”, but setting up an LLC to “hire” them and provide health insurance.
Started with lemmy.one, then set up kbin when one went down for several days.
Then I found I couldn’t use kbin with Voyager, so I joined lemmy.world.
So 3… but I really only use lemmy.one. Kbin is an afterthought.
Honestly, it depends on how aware you are of fantasy tropes. I found the DA games to be utterly boring and predictible point for point, and I’d be sitting there going “Oh, this is where X is going to happen…” and sure enough…
If you haven’t played a lot of fantasy games or read a lot of fantasy fiction, they’re probably fine… I found them annoying.
Spoilers, probably:
Same for lemmy.one the past few days. I set up a kbin account to keep going. :(
Sorry! I only had five to give out! If it lets me have more I’ll swing back and shoot one over to you!
Can’t seem to figure out how to PM you, so here you go, hope nobody steals it out from under you. :( This is the last one I can generate!
Can’t seem to figure out how to PM you, so here you go, hope nobody steals it out from under you. :( I have 1 left to give after this one:
Can’t seem to figure out how to PM you, so here you go, hope nobody steals it out from under you. :( I have 2 left to give after this one:
Can’t seem to figure out how to PM you, so here you go, hope nobody steals it out from under you. :( I have 3 left to give after this one:
I have 5 invites I can give out, PM me if you’re interested!
Destiny players are the worst… “We need more vault space!” No, you need to learn to let go. Why do you “need” 14 different kinetic Scout Rifles. Pro-tip - YOU DON’T. I’ll make an exception for elemental weapons, it makes sense to have one for each element. But other than that? Nope!
It varies depending on the drugs used, I’ve been under multiple times now, the big one being for an open heart bypass.
That one I saw nothing, felt nothing, but coming out of it I remember them pulling out the breathing tube and putting me on a bi-pap machine. I had to beg to be taken off of it because it was stopping me from exhaling. I could breathe in fine, but the back pressure wouldn’t let me breathe out.
Then the drugs, it was a combination of a bunch of things, propofol (the stuff that killed Michael Jackson), fentanyl (the stuff that killed Prince). Oxy, the works.
I was having weird hallucinations. If I closed my eyes, I could see a perfectly painted brick wall about a foot in front of my face. I could see the detail on the bricks and the mortar, the texture of the paint. Bonus - every time they put me in a different room, the wall would change color.