Unc is about to get Kennedy'd
So you just have this good information and you're keeping it to yourself instead of assisting the goblin union? That's kinda fr*cked up
My red flags in a tank
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low base HP (maybe not always but see #2)
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can't mitigate damage well
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can't hold threat
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no AoE threat/taunt
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no "oh shit" buttons
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no stuns
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gear below the threshold of the content
Those are my take it or leave its before I even invite them to the raid
Back in my day we used to just eat vitamins for health. Now, thanks to woke, we have to have minerals too.
Tf you mean now?! What the fuck does it take to make them not like the mother fucker? How many deaths? How much less prosperity? What the fuck?! Took em long enough
Remember when they killed Lorraine because they thought the show was ending but then it got renewed? They had to bring her back as a younger version of herself who's a doctor? That shit is hilarious to me.
I had an idea for a socialist utopia on our way to the presence of justice. You can opt into "the cesspool." Where you get an allotment of the total productive power of the Earth to do absolute free market. You hand in your meal ticket and your ELO decays while you're in there. Meanwhile, you have absolute hands off from every bit of state assistance from security to property rights to anything. If any good/productive ideas come about you can take them, but if no one joins, you get sick, or if currency concentrates until it's unplayable that's not my problem until you leave.
Good ideas get exchanged for ELO and a badge next to your name on twitter that would normally have to be gained via union nomination.
Right. The question I meant was thinking about how astrobiologists are looking for the presence of organic molecules to go like "oh hey, something else is fixing nitrogen!" or something of the like as a way to scan for life somewhere else. They define "life as we know it" so they're not scanning for silicone based life or sentient crystals or something to make a more narrow and testable hypothesis.
So the question I meant was not, "what if LLMs get better?" because we here generally agree that LLMs have a limit that's shy of having an internal model. We all, more or less, can cite the studies that assert this and it's generally where the idea originates from. But now, what if code created a philosophical zombie? You have proof that this is not life as we know it, but it appears to have an internal model, yearns for agency, and portrays suffering? It certainly doesn't have internal existence, but it does have dynamism and persistent modeling.
Obviously not or else Robin-Chwan and my relationship would be weird and cringe and I'm neither cringe nor owned
So I saw that poem:
Here is what they don’t tell you:
Icarus laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world.
(There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.)
The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet. Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness. The sun painted everything in shades of gold.
(There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire and watching from the centre of the flames.)
—Fiona
So I was like, that goes so hard voice slows down I'm going to use that to make a shonen-style narrative. voice speeds up and sprinkle in my commie opinions with it.
You see the first beat is Icarus laughing as he burns up in the sun. It sets up an upheaval of the status quo and you're not sure why. You come to find that Icarus was suffering from CTE and was further afflicted by illness that eats the continuity of your consciousness. In a moment of clarity, he sees how much of a figurehead he's become and what a false icon they've propped him up to be, so society is endeavoring to create a flying machine for him. That way, when he dies, people who visit the underworld to commune with the dead, much like tsaheylu in Avatar, they'll get to also use the flying machine. He wants to throw a wrench in this system, so he very publicly burns up in the flying machine and leaves no ~~crumbs~~ corpse.
Through an adventure and a bit of detective work, the intrepid adventurers come to understand the circumstances and really intimately understand that Icarus is no more. So then, it sets up this really dramatic climax where lovers turn to enemies as they enter the catacombs in the underworld to interrogate the supposed spirit of Icarus. Thus they discover the artificial nature of the entire system of communion with the dead just like Icarus had hoped for with his stunt.
And I hope it does justice to the poem basically.
Fuck, is that true? I had an idea for a novel that was a little more pointed. The twist wasn't necromancy, but people who are, in fact, keeping simulacra of the dead. The idea was specific a counterargument for AI continuation of identity.
~~I thought I was doing something~~ just remembered there's no such thing as an original thought. The novel lives on
: whisper whisper whisper
I hole-hardedly agree, but allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your argument you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go. Make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn't take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It's clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother's mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like it’s a peach of cake.