I’ll try it on my MiSTer once it’s available. The arcade original is already available to compare this version with

*glow up

What he really needed was for his country to stop ignoring the true cost of sending troops into dangerous situations and for us to support him properly.

If we as Americans can’t take care of our soldiers once they’ve come home, then we can’t afford to be the world police. I’m thoroughly disgusted and ashamed of my government for allowing this situation to happen.

You are a good person for trying to help him, but realistically he needs constant support from professionals.

We would have gotten there sooner, but we were on a break!

Peace was never an option

It’s painfully obvious that IPO means the death of quality. Once there are shareholders, the sociopaths move in to horde wealth in any and every way possible as though destroying good things is some kind of sport.

People judge him so harshly, but like, who among us hasn't slaughtered a group of children?

Assuming someone or some group of people are actually putting these in mailboxes to try to trick people, this is multiple federal felonies. It’s election fraud, and it’s a felony to tamper with a mailbox, mail fraud, I would guess conspiracy to commit fraud, and perhaps more.

If true, I sincerely hope someone’s doorbell camera catches them in the act.

The owner of the site (Ernest, IIRC) has some health issues that have kept him from being as active as he had wanted. He also wrote the frontend code as an alternative to the Lemmy software. Mbin continues onward as a fork of Kbin.

I wish him the best. I hope he gets better. I know too well what chronic illness can do to a person.

Friendly reminder that Linux is free and respects your ownership of your computer.

Windows free since XP

True to the OnlyFans stereotype, most of the chats were overtly sexual. I had to wade into several prosaic fantasies about babysitters and office blowjobs, some of which included laughably florid professions of love for me. I couldn’t help but ponder how disappointed these men would be if they could somehow see me sitting in my home office, sipping hibiscus tea as I typed out commands for them to manipulate their genitalia or deposit their semen on certain parts of my body. The most surreal moment came as I noticed the faint sounds of my daughter and her puppy watching Bluey together down the hall, right as a subscriber was waxing poetic about how much he wanted to eat a macaron from between my ass cheeks; the juxtaposition made me question the entire course of my life.

Excellent! Should we invite them to setup shop here?