People driving like maniacs only works out for them if everybody else drives non-maniacally. They kept repeating the ideals so folks would go only slightly over the speed limit, allowing those who didn’t follow the rules to go double the speed, calling everyone else sheep and idiots the whole time.

I remember the time some poor 17yo kid who called himself “Prince” on Spotify got looped into the official Prince account for like 48hrs before they figured out there was more than one account named Prince releasing albums out there.

That, and whomever it is in my hood (or maybe the cleaning crew?) who cranks the seats ALL the way forward and ALL the way up. I must’ve smacked my head on the doorframe three times (in different cars) before remembering to check/lower the seats.

Dystopika.

To the tune of “Mirror In The Bathroom”

(Thick Eastern Bloc Accent)
A round of Marpoles… for my friends!

Oh, you’re right, got my names swapped. Abigail’s Hotel is where I was thinking of, and it was lovely, no shade intended in bringing up their name in this thread.

It’s not Sylvia is it? Last time I was there was years ago.

Oooh, I think I’ve been there.

Could that be him? Could I be right?

Took forever to write that one, even though it should have been faster. Turned out DVORAK isn’t efficient unless you can actually touch type.

I wish ShadowRun had been giving a similar chance instead of… whatever that was we had in the early 00s.