I wake up, dishes to do. Try to get dressed to do dishes, but no I need to do laundry first.
Gather up clothing, open up the washing machine, why the fuck are there dishes here?
Take them to the sink to get them out of the way, but I realize the sink is made out of dirty laundry
This hellish nightmare is unyielding, the chores stretch on as the one gruelling reminder that I’m not truly free, forever chained to these two menial tasks that define my very being.
Simple fix - just house him with any SS agents that end up getting charged with corruption in the fallout.
Blahaj ain’t hexbear, if they want to auth com it up they can do it on their instance - nothing stopping them from making a tankie 196
been really loving halls of torment, best description i could give is something between vampire survivor and diablo 2.
ngl one of the main reasons i went with this instance is because i figure pirates have experience keeping a server running
How are you gonna run chmod when you don’t have permissions to use it anymore?