The (greek) gods are going into a competition and choosing random mortals to bless with their powers. The mortals have to compete with each other in various challenge until one remains victorious. You'll get assigned this god: https://wheelofnames.com/ptw-pwf Do you like your powers and do you think you'll win?
The (greek) gods are going into a competition and choosing random mortals to bless with their powers. The mortals have to compete with each other in various challenge until one remains victorious.
has anyone ever actually seen a shareholder or are we just supposed to believe they actually exist
I did once when I was working in a coffee shop. He was on a business call loudly talking about some tech speculation. When I asked him how it went a few days later, he panicked and asked how I knew such sensitive information. From this I gather they are of weak constitution, and startle easily
it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit
I need you young people to know it was almost never this hot when I was a child. Millennials and Gen Xers are all nostalgic and excited about summer because it was about ten to twenty degrees cooler to experience it back then!
I cannot express to you how FAST it has gone. I grew up in a world that does not exist now. We’re starting on the path to reverse it, globally. You might not know how much solar has EXPLODED in the last decade or two. It’s gone from a side thing, a weirdo novelty that was just Not Viable… to whole countries investing in infrastructure.
but we have to keep fighting big oil and fascism everywhere we can in order to keep on this road to a new better less scorching burning earth.
But any time you wonder wtf the weather is doing- THIS IS NOT NORMAL, NO. THIS IS NOT WHAT IT WAS EVEN TWENTY YEARS AGO.
Friend, I am a millennial and I can tell you it wasn’t this bad ten years ago. And further, that it was already changing when my Generation Jones mother was a child. Because she used to tell me about winters being worse, and my Lost Generation grampa would chime in and say that when he was a kid you’d layer every piece of cloth you owned on your bed–underwear, coats, blankets, clean rags, EVERYTHING–because even with the fire going it was possible to freeze to death in your sleep in winter. And he was not a dramatic man–to the best of my knowledge the only lie or even exaggeration he ever told was an extreme long-game joke he played on the whole family to discover at his funeral. (He had one thumb shorter than the other with a weirdly stubby and misshapen nail. He told me he’d lost it in an accident at the tool and die shop he worked in. Only at his funeral did we discover there were two dozen relatives with two dozen different stories about what happened to his thumb, and we have no idea which one was true–if one of them even was.)
It was a slow cook and it’s gonna be a slow cool, but even if we can’t completely reverse it, we can make it better.
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