flicker
Mentally ill woman in my late 30s.
I’m here to help!
(Formerly of lemmy.world and of kbin.social before that.)
My wifi is Roll for Perception. My laptop is Roll Iniative.
Because the laptop is a mimic. If you can see it, you’re in biting distance.
You all laugh, but this is a rare artifact known only to those of us allergic to corn.
This is the corny hand grenade of Antioch, and if you throw it at a person allergic to corn, we simply vanish from this plane.
Jokes on you tho. If you do that, you’ll miss out on my killer loot.
I want to understand, intrinsically, and be able to manipulate to my liking, all the financial systems of the world.
At worst, I’d quickly become a well-paid accountant. At best, I’d become an extremely talented, untraceable, modern Robin Hood.
I’ve been playing Coral Island and I keep thinking… why am I not playing the superior game?
I’m like the whitest woman I’ve ever met. Maybe if a bunch of us make posters with glitter paint like we’re going to see a boy band and shower him with bras, our odds will go up both that he’ll get one and keep it long enough, and that they’ll assume we’re “harmless.”
…actually if we did the first part we could probably overwhelm them and free him.
On the one hand, fur is murder.
On the other hand, I’d wear almost anything to shoot a Nazi. Hmmm…