The first game I remember playing was, I think Paper Mario on the n64. But, I knew I had an n64 way before my first memory so I don’t know what exactly my first game was.
The first game I remember playing was, I think Paper Mario on the n64. But, I knew I had an n64 way before my first memory so I don’t know what exactly my first game was.
Same day as my birthday
Aw, I was gonna make that joke
Seasoning salt
Talking without making myself look stupid
Would Lights by Ellie Goulding count because that song slaps
It’s cliche but Christmas. There’s just something about hearing Christmas music, seeing the snow falling from the sky, the gatherings, watching Christmas movies. It just makes me feel nice inside
I try to be when I can muster up the courage to speak. I’ve always been taught to treat others like how you want to be treated and since I can’t handle people yelling and screaming I try to avoid that altogether. Even if you’re mean to me, I’ll try to be nice or I just don’t say anything.
Showing me a picture of your mother lmao gottem
Confused Travolta constantly
Doug Dimmadome? The owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome?!
There was a city I lived in that had a small town feel on Vancouver Island. It was nice being able to go do things like eat at restaurants, hike, go buy hobby stuff, but also the freedom of driving a few minutes to the woods to be alone. The neighborhood I lived in and the surrounding area was quiet and close to nature. So, I’d say I’d like to live in a small town, since I grew up in one, but be close enough to a city where I can do stuff.
It’s about two people trying to find each other after a mysterious, deadly fog rendered the outside inhospitable to people. Odd lights start to appear in the sky, rumors of people made of light, and an otherworldly bell ringing in the air causing some survivors to lose control of their bodies are just some of the obstacles that get in the way of the two survivors trying to reunite with one another.
Well I started writing chapter 6 in my book. Cleaned up my sister’s place before she came home so I couldn’t work on my book today. And, my dad’s slowly getting better from his surgery and my mom isn’t hurting anymore. So, all in all, a lot better than I was this time last month.
I don’t really like nor do I dislike people. Having social anxiety as long as I have has taught me to have no strong opinions on people. I won’t go out of my way to talk to people not because I don’t like people but because I’m scared I’m going to say something stupid. So, I guess in a way I like people but my stupid brain makes it seem like I don’t like people.
A story of two people lost in a world of a deadly mist. Rumors of glowing people and otherworldly lights in the sky start to circulate in the small havens they call home. They start to notice they can hear the voice of the other person, as if they’re right beside each other, and realize that not once have they ever been hurt. Not so much as a paper cut. Maybe the religious nuts that spewed on about Angel’s and glowing beings that lives in their homes was right all along.
Still here. All my spent on lemmy is just browsing my subscribed communities by hot and the occasional comment here and there.
No problem, anytime chum
https://unity.com/download this is the link. It downloads the Unity hub where you can access your projects and different builds of the engine. I think under installs on the hub you can download the engine itself
The craziest story I have is how close I got to becoming part of a crazy story. It’s odd now that I think about how my life seems to be censored. Back in high school I was part of a group of friends that would go out on the outskirts of my small hometown to play paintball. We’d play almost every weekend and I’d join them everytime. But, one weekend I didn’t join because I think I had a cold or I was working or something. But, that one time I didn’t join someone called the cops claiming that they were hearing gunshots going off. Someone called the cops on a bunch of high school kids and thus the cops showed up sporting shotguns and pistols. My friends had guns pulled on them. Luckily, the cops quickly realized what they were doing and left without any more trouble.
That was the one and only time I’ve almost experienced something even remotely crazy. That was maybe 8 or more years ago.