Only for Soulslikes and fighting games 😔

Yes

Playstation controller 🤢

I think DS3 is X. At least one of the Dark Souls games is, I have it ingrained in my muscle memory.

In Souls-like games, pressing the ‘dodge’ button when on a narrow platform is a very easy way to accidentally jump off the platform and die horribly.

My mother was actually very open about mental illness, took it very seriously. I was diagnosed bipolar from a young age because she was looking out for me.

Unfortunately, the idea of ‘ADHD’ in the minds of non-specialist observers was tied in with the idea of hyperactivity at the time, and I was anything but a hyperactive kid.

He was appalled by my decision to punt the cat, and the 17 I rolled before he could object, but in my defense, I was playing a ratman.

“Is it okay if I have an anger problem?”

“I shout at the door.”

“I lift the spyglass so my rat can see.”

“Does the rat look through the spyglass?”

“It’s hard to tell.”

“I aim the paper airplane at the crowd.”

"IS CHILD ABUSE WRONG? LIKE ME CHECK MY CHAIM.

…

NO."

“Is there a cat nearby?”

“Like, a normal cat?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s a mansion, I don’t see why not. Yeah, let’s say there’s a cat.”

“Is anyone looking?”

[DM, suddenly filled with concern] “… no…?”

“I will teach these halfling savages the meaning of private property!”

Our literature textbooks had Asimov and Twain, while history has always been an obsession of mine. Science was good too, until it got into chemistry, at which point it veered too much into math for me to care.

Poorly, on both. I took longer than normal to complete my degree’s credits, and spiraling depression and anxiety closed off most of the ‘usual’ avenues of employment. I eventually managed to scrape out a living in a field which didn’t require my degree. C’est la vie.

Well, I definitely didn’t pay attention in class. I slept through a number of my classes on the regular. But I was a little bookworm desperately short of books, so I gleefully and willingly poured over the textbooks in my free time. Or in math class, which bored me to tears and I was never any good at.

“Pug, you’re an incredibly smart kid, but you’re lazy.”

Me, unable to remember homework, but acing every test and going above-and-beyond on any project with freeform requirements, leading to solid Bs and Cs despite half my assignments being a flat 0 for not being turned in: “Yeah.”

… kind of wish someone looked a little deeper into the issue at the time.

Si vis pacem, para baseball bat

“I’m going to learn French so I can refuse to speak it” is disparaging French people.

Okay.

So you dislike stereotypes only when they’re used about you.

No, I’m pointing out hypocrisy.

If you think the stereotype of French haughtiness doesn’t predate 2003, I don’t know what to tell you.

Using the ‘uneducated American’ stereotype doesn’t really help your case. At all.

Yet all I see is hate, probably a result of gullible people guzzling propaganda from the US after France refused to help in the 2003 Iraq war.

Lord.

Braille too

I actually like French as a language. But, like German humor, apparently France is no laughing matter.

Oh, so they nerfed the chances of it proccing?