It's the principal of the thing though.

That's why I say the only move Jesus can possibly make is turning north american into wine. That, or he settles on ressurection. He gets one miracle per life, so technically, he can keep ressurecting himself.

I want to see the farthest world we can go to in our solar system. I don't know what that is, but I think Bungie stopped somewhere on a moon at Saturn.

God dammit I want some gas giant levels. Suspended work stations on Jupiter or Uranus. Gimme something on Pluto too.

Depression looks like this

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It's all in the eyes.

I don't think there's anybody here who's done Bel Air fakeouts before charles.

You ever realize how many instances in a day you could be killed?

Yeah but Jesus is lazy

I don't know how Jesus functions then. Because if he's so lazy to even lift up a hand and think about a shotgun becoming a T-Rex, I don't know how he could being any lazier.

But if we're going for solely wine based miracles at this point, and Jesus is too lazy to change the atomic structure of something at will from a distance, than that leaves only one choice.

Jesus turns the continent he's sitting on into wine. He's already made contact with the ground, so if he turned it into something, the entire continent he was sitting on would change.

So, Jesus turns North America into wine.

Well, turning water into wine is still altering the atomic structure of something, so that means his one miracle is capable of quite a bit.

You know what apes hate? T-Fucking Rex's. All jesus has to do is point at that shotgun and turn it into a T-Rex, and he wins the game.

You travel to a grave then. May you find peace in what meager existence you can etch out in what you have left.

My bastard friend got me back into Fallout 3 again. If Bethesda is good at one thing, it's making timeless games. Play them, burn them out, come back weeks, months, years later, brand new game.

Long time ago, I vaguely remember something. There was a whole bunch of people in a crowd, and we were all giving out the names we took on the forums. And then somebody started passing out shotguns, and then, there was a knock on the door.

And these fucking assholes would be the anarchists. The shits they don't give as they fly around, land on you or anything else and promptly stick to it like glue.

And then there's the fact that every one of them is an asshole capable of ripping chunks out of your skin and making you bleed when you try to remove them from yourself.

They get mad because of the absence of happy!

gg, sandtarp

Chinese government shoulda hired me to build their damn great wall.

Na. While money can bring you a lot of material things, there's a cost. There's always a cost. In order to climb so far up the ladder, your life has to be devoted to it. Your time, your mind, everything, must live and breath money. How much are you making? How much will you lose to gain more? How much will you gamble on things?

And when you're a crumbling old man, your life will suddenly revisit you. The years spent as your kids slipped by. Divorces with people who never really loved you. The strain of all those years, fighting day in and day out to stay at the top. And then, you realize it. You're going to die. You're going to die, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. No money in the world will allow you to cheat fate.

And suddenly, you begin to wonder, what if? What if you had gone out and done that one thing you always wanted to learn? What if you paid attention to your kids so they weren't spoiled brats that couldn't give a fuck about you because you were never there? What if, you had taken a simpler way instead?

I've seen it happen. I see it on their faces, on their bodies. They grow old, and miserable. They twist themselves out of shape and let their bodies go to ruin. Their family is practically non existent. But hey, at least they have money right?

No.

From the day we created it, money has been a cancer. The lives wasted in pursuit of a meaningless number, something that never did, and never will hold any true value. Give me a hundred thousand dollars and drop me off in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even start a fire with it because it's not even fucking paper anymore.

Take the land I grew up on. It's still in my family. But I, nor would anybody else ever sell it, for any price. The memories made there, are priceless, both good and bad. We buried our dead there. The work, the achievements, the simple act of shaping the land to be what we wanted it to be outweighs anything any of the billionaires ever made for themselves.

Money, is a necessity in today's world. But it's not the answer. Nor is it a solution to all your problems, only those that require money. And even then, what you can achieve with money, you can achieve with your own two hands by yourself.

Money, while it can be fun to spend, the sole purpose it was made for, comes with a cost. And the cost is your life. Your time and effort, the years spent in the state required to spend, grow, and consume, more and more until you reach the top.

To me, that's worthless. I would rather spend 10 years crafting a boat by hand, by myself, then working 10 years in that trap, and buying a multi million dollar boat with the snap of a finger. Because what I would gain and experience in those 10 years of working and shaping my own boat, my own dream, will always be infinitely better than what that money could ever provide.