It is! This my third restart because I wanted to start with something nifty, but everything keeps changing. Even where I have to go to get through a mission changes. It's crazy! And I have to beat this as best as possible before 76 comes out.
Another whine: I need a USB cord to reconnect my PS4 controller which means now I have to wait for my already connected controller to charge so I can play Fallout 4. I finally cleared Corvega and I'm close to finding Shaun, but now I have to wait until tonight.
Will do! If I find him (and after the thorough lashing for making me drag myself through crime ridden cities and fighting things that aren't zombies, but act suspiciously like zombies).
Nope, just ADHD and clinical depression, and no ability to filter the multi conversations and noises around me. I process it all involuntarily, and it triggers a shutdown.
So, I found a lovely, affordable, 3 bedroom place to rent in my county. It has lots of room, it's own private (grass) garden, huge kitchen with dishwasher, fridge freezer, even proper radiators throughout! So, naturally there's a catch. It's in the middle of arsefucknowhere, with one bus service which doesn't even go into the main town or to Dublin! Fucking rural bloody midlands! Now I remember that finance wasn't the only reason I hadn't moved.
...I just had my three phone alarms go off at once. Why at 8:29 in the morning? I don't know, but the sound of all three going off, in different spots around the apartment, made me jump.
Those fuckers need to start paying rent then. Cheapskates. This is New York fucking city -- no one lives here for free.
I'll rewrite that for those deadbeats. "No one dies and gets stuck in limbo here for free" Its now in the fine print. I expect an extra paycheck or three next week.
For a shoebox it'll be that much. Doggy cage is about 120k and closet is around 200k. Ghosts costs extra.
Well shit those out of my price range. Probably have to get a second mortgage for a damn sardine can.
If you're allowed to keep them at all. All that poltergeisting around will for sure raid market prices in the family friendly neighbourhoods. Also, the maintenance costs. Ectoplasm is death to wallpapers.
There is this one house, an actual house with a bedroom, kitchen etc on sale for one whole dollar. The catch? In the basement is this slasher living there who worships Cthulhu. If you can get his immortal killer ass out of the place, its yours for that amazing price! Just sign on the dotted line below! We are not responsible for anything that may happen to you. ........................................
I'll buy it, then call the police to remove the serial killer. Murderer logistics is not my responsibility.
So, I dig into the gluten free community online a fair bit because my boyfriend is wheat free (so as long as certain ingredients are not in the picture gluten free is safe). There is a fairly popular blogger in the states who recommends restaurants with gluten free goods, claiming to be coeliac. The thing is, the restaurants themselves wouldn't recommend themselves to coeliacs. So, since I know a lot of my readership on the blog where I store my recipes is in the US, I should highlight this, because I'm one of those saps who believes that when unsafe practices are being carried out the worst thing to do is be silent. But when I ask for proof of the 'paid sponsorship' for a 'gluten removed' beer (not safe for coeliacs). The woman who has been reasonable until now kicks off, because she provides proof of promotion (which isn't necessarily paid). She states that I should be more concerned about promoting unsafe goods than undisclosed sponsorships. I'm a hobbyist on the gluten free front, I cannot afford to write a piece saying not to trust a full-time gluten free blogger unsafe for something she claims to have without making sure there is nothing that she can use against me to undo the whole piece and undermine my own work. If anything, the only reason the idea crossed my mind is because I do have a sense of responsibility to those who read my stuff, and if anything, the fact that someone reduced to an appeal to emotion just disheartens me.
