Poop-Toot Riot ⁽ʳᶦᵒᵗ⁾ @Rewhan@awoo.space

@tahajin for all of its weirdness though there are a lot of quality-of-life improvements here that birdsite should have implemented ages ago.

Like Individual-Post privacy settings, and Content Warnings that hide your post until people click on it.

Weh. I was all in a mood to do some writing today and brainfog just descended on me.

Ironically, the subject matter was cyborg tf and the elimination of said brain malfunctions.

Boy that We Happy Few game sure shit all of the beds, huh?

And yeah I'll admit I'm kinda hot for the muscular, feral fishman. Don't blame Elisa one bit >~>;;

Saw the fish-fucky movie finally.

It was pretty good.

Catching up on people I follow here and an old post from @IrisKalmia reminded me of a brick of firecrackers I left at my father's place years ago.

Not on good terms with my father anymore, but I left long before he found out about them.

...still got an itch to blow something up now. Dang.

I do enjoy this Content Warning system, i feel way less bad about Horny on Main on here than on birdsite because of it.

Not that ive been in much of a mood to thirstpost as of late, but still. Working on it.

Okay for real, I enjoy the heck out of the Angry Merida/Scots Twitter meme, but also Brave was a deeply mediocre movie with some problematic messaging.

[Thinking about how waif-like the female models in Skyrim are]

Well now I'm annoyed again.

And modders have done a pretty crap job of addressing this problem, tbh. I mean, if I wanted a player model built like a pornstar, I could have my pick of the litter.

But if I want a player model of a woman that looks like she ACTUALLY swings a claymore for a living...?

[crickets]

Can we hurry up on the march towards our cyberpunk future? I'd actually be really cool with multiple different chasis for whatever mood I'm in, or at the very least hot-swappable parts.

I don't think I could permanently commit to becoming female, but I'd be cool with oscillating back and forth from time to time. I'm not overly attached to my present gender anyway.

Having written all this out, it occurs to me I don't think I have four other games I can talk this much about. Nothing quite encapsulates an aspect of my existence in the same way TF2 did...

Oddly enough, TF2 is where I'm most focused, despite the fact that, by all accounts, I should be WAY overstimulated and shut down, like I do in real life.

But perhaps it's because I understand TF2's rules better than I do Real Life. I know what every action and reaction will be.

Overwatch, while good, hasn't been able to fill the void in my heart left by TF2.

This was, of course, before everything went pants-on-head stupid with crates unlockables and cosmetic tat.

...I miss 2009 TF2

#1 - Team Fortress 2

Huh? TF2 has no meaningful story, and characters are kinda tropey.

Yeah but, sit down to play it anyway. You'll immerse yourself in the numerous classes, their various behaviours, their toolkits, all the gunfire, explosions and movement going on around you every second of every match. From the outside it probably looks like pure chaos, but there's rules and systems at work.

That's a little bit what having ADD and Asperger's is like.

I love Warhammer and 40k.

Wish their lore wasn't so highkey racist/sexist tho... :c

Still fixated on the idea of writing a genderfluid slime, but I kinda feel like... it's not my place to do so? I mean, being a predominantly cishet dude.

I didn't get a 'childhood' as such, because I was a latchkey kid who had to look after his high-functioning Autistic sister. She wouldn't cook for herself until she was almost adult aged, and even then, only the most rudimentary stuff if it's not prepackaged.

I didn't really make good friends, if and when I made friends at all... up until my mother moved out to the middle of nowhere and asked why I didn't get out more.

My computer was my window to the outside world.

I'm just frustrated b/c what do I do now? The damage has already been done. My anxiety and depression stems from spending a childhood growing up asking "Why am I not normal? Why can't I just buckle down and focus like everybody else?"

Young Me couldn't understand that there was something fundamentally different about my brain... And neither could my mother, judging by the screaming matches we had about my grades.

But I had to do all the heavy lifting regardless.