The book gives you examples of how DCs should translates to the world. Is this vaulting a head high wall, climbing a crumbling 2-story building, or scaling the outside of a tower in a storm? That need to know the number is only a problem when the table lets numbers replace story.

“You back up to get a running start and trip on a misplaced cobblestone just before you reach the wall.” = you rolled a 2 and failed

“You latch into the crevices between bricks and skillfully clamber up until the window is within sight. There is only a one, last leap to make, when the brick beneath your anchor leg crumbles and gives way. You landed winded, but someone else might now chart a better route.” = you rolled an 18 and only just failed

“You built as much speed as you could and manage to launch up against the rain-slick tower but your fingers fail to find any purchase, and you scrabble helplessly back to the ground.” = You rolled a 19 and weren’t even close to a success

Golf.

But the context of the Game of Throne quote is diminishing.

It might seem like I’m trying to make you out as a bad person; I apologize because that’s not my intention. That comment was just the latest one I saw using it and it stood out even more because I didn’t get the sense that you were trying to be rude.

Beyond how dreadfully overused it’s become, I think people should acknowledge how explicitly patronizing the phrase “you sweet summer child” is. If you’re not actively trying to demean someone, it’s strange to essentially tell someone “it’s cute how naive you are.” If you were trying to demean the other person, then that’s a different issue but I’m assuming you aren’t that type of person.

I decided to leave a comment instead of passively downvoting.

Yeah, I don’t know why this would translate to mental illness?

Yeah, Boromir was tempted by the ring just by proximity. Nevermind, how a person plans to make a chicken cooperate with heading into a blasted hellscape and up a volcano.

If that’s the “plan”, the smarter version is to just drag it in a bag behind you.

That advice stands in opposition to my lifestyle: living in four-day batches.

History will prove I was correct…

I feel like aiding war criminals in deleting evidence should get your company destroyed.

Maybe not all of Alphabet unless we can prove this was an initiative started from the top, but Youtube should be diassembled for one-sidedly purging evidence. Hopefully, those accounts kept offline copies.

What?

The “fake” part (editing contacts) is unrelated to TOP’s complaint? People actually do handover their phone to add contacts. Even I’ve done it multiple times and I’m basically a recluse.

I wasn’t talking about people.

I’m talking about me.

I don’t want needles (or any sharp objects) close to my genitals.

Is the syringe in the dong? Because that’s a beeg no for me. I’m not squeamish around needles but am squeamish about the dong and dings.

What in the fuck does this even mean?

I’ve seen a number of comments coming in defense of the mother but I didn’t read the OP as a critique in the first place.

The caption is just a funny “rationalization” for the scenario we’re seeing.

Yeah, been hearing dope shit about Ireland lately.

Must be “Big Ireland” propaganda.

Oh, I’m not diagnosed (I have a host of other things I would spend my nonexistant healthcare fund on first) but I have suspicions. It’s not debilitating, because I’ve been doing it for a couple decades now, but it sure isn’t ideal.

How can leakers confirm anything? Some fourth-party leaks confirmed that third-party leaks were legit? If I was going to believe “leaks” without material proof, I’d have started with the original, third-party.

What is “it”? I can’t trace that back to my comment.

That’s what it seems. I try not to write everyone off immediately and gave them space to explain themself because some people’s brains are a mass of wet noodles that don’t do logic good.

I was more focused on the lips.

Stick to your day job, m8. The joke’s ain’t landing especially when the whole “joke” is a weak-ass personal attack.

Do better. Or better yet, give up.