He used to play fallout, till he took a Sonata to the knee.

Does this mean his Luck level is really low (hit by a car indoors) or really high (still alive!)?

I think the market can handle another:

Just to add on: what? Last I saw, the market isn’t flooded with games in which you play a ghost experiencing the mourning of your loved ones by inhabiting their bodies.

I gotta say i’m with the other guy What part of it is cliché? When you talk about the grand scheme of videogames and all the genres and tropes we recycle constantly and love them for it, a game of this type is hardly common place.

In what way do you find this cliche? I’m genuinely interested. Is it the gameplay or the premise or what?

A someone who studies the psychology of death and dying and bereavement, this is exactly the kind of thing I like. Definitely following this.

Oh, I know it’s not. It’s just that I can’t stand idiots pushing an argument solely on information they know is false. So I brought up an example that’s true: two shitlords profited off of their harassment of Sarkeesian. And they’re not the first, nor the last to do so.

What “rhetoric” exactly? Is it “rhetoric” to state facts? Like the fact that women/people of color/LGBT individuals are severely disproportionately targeted for online harrassment?

Also how to profiteer from harassment.

Poor straight white men. So difficult, never to be recognized in society.

Say what you will about her criticism; Sarkeesian has dealt with some serious shit from the internet’s loudest assholes. If you’re looking for advice, she knows what she’s talking about when it comes to dealing with harassment.

Honestly, it’s crazy how outraged people get when anything gets associated with her name. People would find a way to hate The Anita Sarkeesian Orphanage for Tiny Sick Kittens with the Cutest Little Kitty Sneezes.

Yeah, no. You’re unlikely to die anywhere in Portland, really. And the further out neighborhoods are becoming the only affordable places to live.

Agreed. My hometown of San Francisco is unrecognizable from my growing up years in the 70’s early 80’s. Everybody came to be part of our unique blend of quirkiness, diversity and liberalism, and in the process completly annihilated all remnants of said quirkiness, diversity and liberalism.

I grew up visiting Portland to spend time with the side of our family who had been there since crossing the plains in covered wagons in the 1800s. That strain of my family has all passed on to the great Craftsman-style bungalow in the sky, but my husband’s sister and her family live in Portland now, so we’ve been…

Co-signed, a Seattleite.

Truth. That’s why I live east of 82nd. At least it still feels a little like Portland was when I moved here 13 years ago.

I don’t think it’s that people dislike good, handcrafted stuff. It's more the insufferable hipster attitude and their general disdain for anything considered “mainstream”.