If we didn’t both know who our fathers were and if he weren’t a few years older that would absolutely describe us anyway. Went to school not far from each other and I played baseball against his younger brother, then was on the team with his brother for fall ball. Different churches that were part of the same cult. Similar teenage interests. Same social circles just a few years apart. Same branch of the military and same rate (this is where we went from being aware of each other to being friends). Both married and divorced young. Super similar career paths. Both settled in the same large city several hours from our small hometowns (I got here first, for once) and played music with the same people. Super similar adult interests completely separate from our teen interests. It’s fucking freaky. We didn’t even realize it for years until it was pointed out.

He eventually moved out east while I stayed. I’m one of like 3 people he still keeps in contact with in the state.

I can’t play with my friend because we play the same guy.

Both rogue. Both street tough types rather than the shadowy assassin type. Both used to end up taking a couple of levels of either Bard or fighter and ended up with a swashbuckler. No strength, all dex and cha.

We did play together a few times and would swap out which one of us got to play that guy. The other always played a very angry wizard. Just grumpy as shit. Good at a lot of things, but preferred to either fireball or magic missile his way out of situations. Talking to NPCs? I think I’ve got potions brewing. Must be off!

Before we played together we played the same MUD separately. Yep, same character. We ran into each other from time to time.

In high school we played at the same place but a couple of years apart. I started going when he left for the Navy. The guy who DM’ed there said my character reminded me of that guy a lot.

I want to play BG3 with him remotely and both play swashbucklers.

Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.

I had a boss like this. Every so often when we had something that needed to be done I’d remind him of his previous idea (which didn’t exist) that we all thought was so good and he’s the bestest and smartest manager ever.

It was so easy to get whatever I wanted done.

Oh, how fancy. Look at the queen of England here, too good to eat parking lot veal.

Payment, half a bottle of whiskey, and 20 minutes of crying.

Not op, but the only place I go anymore is bars. I can’t find a nice place to change my baby at 1am after killing an entire bottle of Old Grandad.

I hereby crown you King Wing, the manliest of all people!

(This was supposed to be light-hearted, but I realized after reading it that it sounds like I’m mocking you…I promise I’m not).

I’m pretty ok at knapping flint and I’m not a terrible hunter. I’m also usually in poor health.

So I’d probably die as a baby.

But not simultaneously.

Get in the truck, we’re headed out. I guess you can bring the fam but they might have to sit in the bed because I’m not putting my electronics back there.

You’ve got to route it through the deflector dish.

Someone watched too much GI Joe. Cobra had their branding everywhere.

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Vote now.

There used to be a company that sold grind plates you could add to your shoes but it looks like their website is defunct.

I like Hook too. I think I was 8 or 9 when it came out and it was amazing to me. My friend who is just a couple of years older didn’t like it because his younger siblings fucked that up for him by playing it on repeat.

I love this movie so much, but I get it. I feel like you have to have seen it at a certain age in order to really feel it.

My brother and I always enjoyed going out to the woods together when we were young because you couldn’t hear everything humming out there. I still enjoy it for the same reason.

My hearing isn’t even that great because I’ve spent years around loud noises (industrial and concerts) without hearing protection. But I can still “feel” cheap chargers, bad screens, and florescent lights.

I’m on mine far more often than I’m in a car. I think Tesla found out that I point and laugh at any cyber trucks I see at red lights while I’m out and is trying to kill me.

I wish I could remember where I read it, but I do remember reading either an article or paper that laid out that when people are victimized, other abusers tend to be able to spot that somehow. Something about body language and it’s all subconscious.

I don’t have the answer here except to just build a shell and be a dick for a while, but I do want to say I am genuinely sorry you have to deal with that. Always being the victim or always putting on a mask is fucking exhausting and soul draining.

Isn’t this literally what the Republicans said would happen if we had communism?