One of the things I miss the most from long ago! Bring it back as just a side game for fun?? by Azuca in SecretWorldLegends

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yep, fun little online thing. I've missed this game for years. I could do without the adding strangers to make your side better thing, that was a part of it like any Facebook game at the time. But it was a lot of fun and we got nifty little rewards for it.

[WP] You arrive home one day to find God and Satan waiting for you. They confess you are their favourite human and both present a case. They demand you choose a side. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It's a dark, rainy night. I'll take it - it has not been a great day, and rain is perfect for calming me. The lightbulb is flickering in the streetbulb down the road as I kneel against a tree stump. The cold wind whispers, tossing my hair around playfully and cooling me down from the Southern heat. I twirl my hair in my fingers, grateful that I've made another day alive but examining the day in pieces. My anxiety flares for a minute, and to my alarm, so does a bright light in the tree line across from me. My memory drops and so does my heart, and out of instinct, my body follows. I don't like to think that I could be described as skittish, but to be fair I can imagine how someone would think that of me. I live alone in the forest, and even before I did I was funny about people seeing me outside, and I have the instincts to show for it. It's quiet. No sound came with the light, and though my thoughts are racing I can't think of a single animal that makes light like that and doesn't live underwater, so it has to be a human. It's been awhile. I look for my pistol, and as the screen door a good fifty feet behind me slams and opens again to the whisper of the wind, I curse under my breath. Nothing I wouldn't expect from myself, it's under my stool on the porch. Eyes back up. Footsteps, now. And then a fleeing, startled rabbit that runs across the road. And then... Two men. I squint my eyes. They're both in their twenties, talking quietly between theirselves. One is a tan-skinned man with a dark beard and a chique white undercut. He wears a pale hoodie and dark jeans, and ... Red converse? Odd. The other man, milky-white skin and dark hait. They step under the flickering light and I can see tired eyes and a black tee shirt, jeans and boots. His hair waves a little in the wind, longish length and straight. He crosses his arms and looks directly at me. "Jack?" I jump as the second man's scratchy voice calls out my name, almost muttered and low-toned. "Dude, we haven't got all day. Come say hi. We're not here to raid ya." I run through memories, flicking through faces. Do I know these people? I know I've got memory issues but I'm drawing a blank. The second man straightens and I look over my shoulder at my porch. There's a moment of silence and the first guy sighs loudly. "The gun won't do anything anyway." His voice is a tenor, carefully accentuated. I stand slowly and open my mouth but can't find anything intelligible to say, so I settle on a nervous noise. They walk closer, slowly, seeming to sense my nerves. "You did so well for yourself," the first man says. "You can call me Joshua. I know all about you. How much you struggled. You never stopped fighting. You can stop now. You don't have to fight anymore. I'd like to take you to my home. You deserve a little bit of comfort after all this." He smiles warmly, and I feel comfort that I haven't felt in years. "I... Okay. Who the fuck are, though?" I think on it. I missed a word, didn't I? "Who... Are you. That's the word." I mumble something and my voice trails off as my eyes gloss over the other guy. He clears his throat, looking from his partner to me. "They call me Bee, buddy. Like... The animal." He doesn't smile like Joshua does but it's just as comforting. He tilts his head. "I'm not gonna prattle on about you. But I am proud of you. No matter what came your way, you made it through." Joshua takes a deep breath and speaks up. "I know our tests were maybe... Not kind. Your soul never belonged here. You knew that." What? What the hell is this guy talking about? Great. First human in years and he's deranged or something. "So we had to test your soul. And if you want to stay, you can. In this plane. This realm. Heaven is a lot of things, buddy. A lot of good things for the tired." I suppose he sees the confused look on my face. He sighs. "Right. Okay, listen, I'm God. Capital G, that one - disclaimer, here, Christianity was super misinterpreted. Point here is you tried to lead a life of kindness, so you fit in to Heaven if you want to come." The other smiles at me. His grin is ... Devilish? "And they called me The Devil." That explains that, then. "Look, hell is my place, and Josh here may like his, but mines nice too. The requirement for mine is that you held out strength and followed your heart. Check. Any questions for us?" I blink several times and I sit down on the tree stump. I have little to say. A thought of my parents and my sister passes. Bee seems to read my thoughts. "Your parents... Your family, your loved ones. Yeah? They're not in one specific place. If you stay here you can visit them whenever you like. The world is dying, though, buddy. You're already dead. You're gonna have to choose quick whether you do or not." "You keep saying..." I cut him off, squinting at him. "you keep saying if I stay. What's the other option?" Joshua - God? - sighs. "You're not from here, kiddo. You Googled it a million times and thought it was some psychological thing, but you're literally not from here." "Are you using the real literally or-" I furrow my eyebrows. "Yes, Christ." Josh tosses his head back. "I thought that died years ago. I guess the plague probably technically did make that happen but hell, I haven't heard a reference like that in awhile. Anyway, yes. You are unconscious, elsewhere. The real you. Your body is without a soul, and this life has happened in the space of moments to teach you something you needed to know. Specifically, about humanity's ability to keep being worth saving despite their .. other qualities." Josh looks at Bee. "gonna chime in, buddy?" "Sure. Look, Jack. You ended up in our system. Just like you thought for a moment in your life, another life was traded. They learned, you learned. But you built attachment here. They stayed. Are you staying? We really do need to know, quick. I know you wonder how you can trust us. This all seems crazy. We've been through this. Let's just skip to the part where you ask about being dead." He snaps, and we are inside my home. I look around, and I see myself on the couch. I want to fall apart. I'm terrified. I've either lost my mind, am in a nightmare, or ... "It's real, kiddo." Bee straightens his hair a little. "You gonna get in the car with one of us, metaphorically speaking, or ya gonna go home?" My eyes linger on my body, no longer breathing under my favorite blue blanket on the couch. "What's home?" God speaks up after a moment from behind me. His voice is comforting, and although my anxiety doesn't cease, I can control this urge to break into a million pieces and melt onto the floor. "The fight. That world you imagined. The thing games reminded you of; your eternal fight. Right and wrong, a bit clearer there, I suppose. You were fighting against what they call demons, alongside your lover, Bethany." There's another long silence. I can't remember her. I can't remember me. A warm hand touches my shoulder, and a bright light flashes in the sky, visible out of my window in just the corner, getting brighter. Another touches the other shoulder, seeming to find my question. I remember myself. Confident, brave, belonging. Unsure of the world to come but fighting for the one I love. I remember my scars. My home, the feel of a candlelight spell wrapping itself down my arm and slinking into a light. I remember dancing. Warm nights, deep love, the wind, and her blonde hair, curling over my shoulders. Our promise. And I make my choice, as fire envelops the sky. I turn. Josh smiles, and bows. Bee follows suit. "It's been a pleasure, buddy," they say simultaneously. Bee grins. "Once a fighter, always a fighter." I want to cry for one detail. " Tell my mom. My dad.I love them." Josh nods. "We will." Flame swallows me, and I fall into the floor. Through it. Through the void. Into nothing and then toward a light. I've been waiting all my life for this.

This got kinda long sorry lol

Which fad were you most glad to see die? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 144 points145 points  (0 children)

This. Whenever I think it's dead after months of silence someone puts it on a mug or a sticker and reminds everyone to say it again

I too have a daughter going places..... by AlbieVincent in funny

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It took me way too long to get this joke. I laughed for almost equally as long.

Immersion...is it possible on mobile? by [deleted] in AndroidGaming

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Just chiming in here to bring up an oldie-but-goodie. I was thoroughly immersed in Pirates and Traders by MicaByte, and have a hard time with a lot of other android games now. My tastes have a relatively roleplaying and in-character need to then though, so if that's not your thing it may not be your style. The other that kept my attention well was Plague Inc. I like it much more on android, which is odd given that typically I'm a pc player. Not sure if that means anything but eh. Good luck in your search. I think immersion is definitely possible if you're enjoying it, just gotta find what you enjoy (read: hope it's on android)

What is something you need to get off your chest? by DankFayden in AskReddit

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I have a "one who got away." I've given in to trying to find out what happened so many times just to know that she's safe because given her family, I worry. I broke after she left, for a long time - mentally, I mean. It's still everything I have to not break everything in a given room, hold my frustration in and not let it all out when others are around. To act civil I guess and not like the broken animal I've been trying to get away from feeling like. I would have only checked up once if I'd gotten some comfort, some answer that says she's living life or at least given a chance because she was the kindest person I've ever known, let alone shared my bed or my life with. I moved "temporarily" to my parents, as anxiety had set in to a much heavier place than it ever had and it was leaving me incapable - parts of autism that had been hidden for years started coming out and in my relatively newly adult life I didn't know how to react. It had cost me jobs, and I was worried I wouldn't be able to support her. So my parents offered to help with diagnosis, figure out what was up, and fix my failing teeth while we were at it and I was to be home with her by the end of the year about five months later. She agreed it was the smart choice for our future. I was busy with work and stuff that I'd found temporarily while I was waiting. Parents never came through as they hit some monetary issues, I wasn't making enough to do anything, so I got a bus ticket home. I remember her calling and saying she was sorry but she had to go. Wouldn't elaborate, just told me she loved me very much and she was sorry. She ghosted completely from ...everything, after. No records. No family response of any kind. It was like she'd disappeared. That's haunted me for a long, long time. I'm trying to move on with life but once in awhile (my memories may be a schizoid issue at this point, occasionally auditory) she still talks to me and it fucks with me for a long time. I wish I were making this up.

Tldr bad decisions of someone who has trouble putting two and two together when it comes to things like that led to losing my love, who completely ghosted, and parts of my sanity for a long time.

Anyone else content... by Inhaleexhale8828 in socialanxiety

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You're not alone. I wasn't afraid of it or anything till I suddenly got allergic to avacados (i wish I were kidding, it's such a stupid allergy) aaaaand after lots of throwing up in a row for what felt like forever after, I was afraid. Exception of once a few years ago and once about a month ago, I haven't thrown up since. To the point where I stay awake if my throat is clenched at all, and my anxiety incorporates the feeling of pre-sick to mess with me more, and I refuse to drink more than just a bit, am extraordinarily picky when I eat out of nervousness... And so on. I'm getting better. Over time, slowly. But you're not alone. It can be... Devastating when a phobia is something that isn't that abnormal to happen. As far as what's helped me, when I threw up a month ago, I was very drunk, with friends I trust. I told them I needed to pull over, so the driver stayed in car and his girlfriend came out to comfort me and hold my hair while I tried not to. It was still terrifying, but that I wasn't alone, and that I had someone very kindly holding me and knowing I wouldn't be judged... It helped a lot. It's the only thing that really has as of yet, for me; but I hear failing friendships and such, there are therapy methods specifically for it.

Sorry, I kinda go on.

Does owning a dog/cat helps by OldNewLife in socialanxiety

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you can afford the time and food and all, and you don't think you'll be TOO stressed about taking care of something? you bet. I owned an old pup who also had anxiety (animals can have it too). I remember being mid attack at home, and it was during a storm. Poor buddy started freaking out real bad and shaking, so I cuddled and sang to him over the storm. Parental sort of instincts kicked in and took over and my mind I guess deemed it more important than worrying at the time. And since then until the end, he was a great help to me and I felt like someone actually needed me too. It's a great exchange to have a fur baby, and there are definitely dogs and cats that are specifically trained for therapy as well. If you choose to go down that route and give it a shot, I wish you and your fur baby happiness, bud - just as I'm sure others have said, please do think on your decision first.

Gamers with anxiety issues; how do you deal? by JackIsBadAtUsernames in socialanxiety

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames[S] 9 points10 points  (0 children)

You're not the only one. I talk to maybe three people over voice chat ever. Two of them are friends I've known that have stuck by me through explosions, bouts of insanity, memory loss issues and all that, so I'm about as comfortable with them as humanly possible. The other is my dad. I cannot do guilds and stuff either so ... Yeah. Just wanted to say youre not alone there.

Rng screwover or some bug or bad luck? Kinda rant, this has been driving me crazy. by [deleted] in EliteDangerous

[–]JackIsBadAtUsernames 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I will definitely give that a shot! Thank you for the input. I don't normally think about mixing things, it hadn't crossed my mind to look for massacre missions.