Dragon Rider (drag)

Discord has a group chat feature and drag doesn’t really use it. It’s not what drag wants. Drag wants rooms with many chats inside. Permissions, topics, threads. A sorted hierarchy of chats with a sense of place.

It’s missing a field for multi-chat rooms.

Language.

Sometimes frogs are brown.

If you’ll allow drag to speculate, the easiest explanation is that it’s not 3D printed. The chief of police said it “might be” 3D printed. The 3D printing is just a scare tactic they were planning to walk back in court while using the media to manipulate the public into fearing him to bias jurors. The gun actually came from a Three Letter Agency’s armoury. It’s untraceable because they had it scrubbed, like all their weapons. They handed it over to the local cops and said make this look good.

Right now it looks like the gun will be ruled inadmissible because the police have made it impossible to rule out the possibility it was planted. So right now they have basically no evidence to build a case. If there are no more surprises, this will be an easy acquittal.

Drag has been saying the gun was planted for months and got banned from [email protected] for it.

Windows 10 or 11?

Communism is a classless stateless moneyless society based on the principle of “from each according to ability, to each according to need”

Deus Ex is a horror universe. Example:

You work as produce loader. One day, your coworker comes in with a fancy new set of robot arms. He can lift three times as much as you can and work twice as fast. Your hours start getting cut back, boss doesn’t need you anymore. You lose your job. You apply for a new one, but it’s the same story everywhere: companies want cyborgs. So you spend the last of your savings on a set of bionic arms. They work great, and you land a new job. It’s enough to pay for the anti rejection meds and your living expenses. Two years later, a new model comes out. Efficiency improves even more. Your services aren’t needed anymore, and you can’t afford an upgrade.

You’re homeless now, and you can’t afford the rejection meds. So you sit on the side of the street with a cardboard sign and an empty hat, waiting for your arms to rot off your body as your immune tears the connection apart.

Drag wouldn’t buy prosthetics from a company that associates themselves with that image.