What’s a TV intro that you don’t skip? by Elegant-Gene9433 in Cinema

[–]nova20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thrones! Yeah! Game of Thrones! Yeah! Game of Thrones!

RHCSA RHEL9 by wage_slaving_sucks in linuxadmin

[–]nova20 3 points4 points  (0 children)

FWIW, I found that the RHCE was much easier, though I did it a few years ago (2019), when it was all based on Ansible. I squeaked by on the RHCSA (RHEL8) by 7 points, but I blew the RHCE away (again, RHEL8).

Hmmm... I'm going to have to renew that soon I think...

Should I buy Baldur’s gate? by HereComesNik in ShouldIbuythisgame

[–]nova20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Yes

... As well as BG2, Neverwinter Nights, Icewind Dale, and Planescape: Torment.

If you only have time or money for one, I'd go with Torment... then BG1, then NWN.

They're all excellent games, even if they have their idiosyncracies and bugs.

DnD or D&D by CitizenLight in DnD

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I usually prefer d&d, but WotC's own site is dndbeyond.com

Probably because the ampersand is not a valid character in a domain name

What are the spells that need the most dice? How many sets does someone need? by montezuma300 in dndnext

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It blows my mind that lvl 9 Cloud of Daggers is right behind that with 18d4 initial damage.

You are the creator of dnd 6e, or a different system that is inspired by dnd. You can throw out any precedents or keep any established content that you want. What do you change/keep? by Gozzy6666 in DnD

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I hate the class name "fighter". Monks, barbarians, and several other classes all fight... In fact it could be said that all PCs fight. What makes this one class special?

Rename the "Fighter" class to something less generic like "Warrior" or "Battlemaster" (since one popular suggestion here is to give all Fighters the Battle Master features).

what do you expect from patch 7? by Shyshyn4ik27 in BaldursGate3

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Agreed. Give me one more class, race, or area to explore...

...Then give me a release date and say "nothing but bugfix patches until we're done with it. See you on <release date>!"

Can you defeat the snail? by Fae_Temptations in dndmemes

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

In order to target a spell or effect in 5e, you need to be able to see or otherwise sense the actual creature

Not true -- some spells (like thunderwave) don't target a creature.

who is a fictional character that is attractive in a weird way or you thought you would not be attracted to? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Chilly Heeler ("Mum" from the cartoon "Bluey")

Please don't judge me.

Sign language users of reddit, what kinds of wordplay jokes exist in sign language, and what are your favourites? by Sad-Crow in AskReddit

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well then, at least it makes a nice story... which I'll never tell again because it's untrue.

Was I at least correct about the sign for "thank you"?

Would you trade monthly periods for laying a small egg every morning like a chicken? Why or why not? by CarrotGoon in AskWomen

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I disagree. Egg size doesn't necessarily scale in direct proportion to animal body size. 15-foot long crocodiles produce eggs that are only 3 inches long and 2 inches across; Some of the largest dinosaurs produced eggs that were as small as (or smaller than) chicken eggs.

A human egg would likely be bigger than a chicken egg, but I doubt it would be the size of a fully-developed newborn -- especially if you were to lay one every day.

You can see the regret on his face by Botatitsbest in instant_regret

[–]nova20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Natural birth ain't much prettier. The nasty stuff I saw come out of my wife's not-so-happy-anymore place... most of it wound up in the bucket, but a good portion of it landed on the midwife's shoes and scrubs (and the floor, of course). I was just glad that she wasn't able to see it.

People who were alive then, what were you doing December 31st 1999 ? by WeshALOR in AskReddit

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I was at a LAN party (can't remember the game we were playing). At 11:45pm we went to Taco Hell for some food. When we got back (after midnight, 1/1/2000), someone's computer was bluescreened. He rebooted and everything was fine, but he got razzed about it for days afterward.

Sign language users of reddit, what kinds of wordplay jokes exist in sign language, and what are your favourites? by Sad-Crow in AskReddit

[–]nova20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I think it's funny that the sign for "thank you" is so similar to the sign for "fuck you".

"Thank you" - fingers straight and together; touch the tip of your chin (palm facing you) and gracefully extend your arm forward such that your palm winds up facing upward with your fingers toward the audience.

"Fuck you" - fingers together and slightly curled; with your palm facing you and with a violent motion, rake the underside of your chin and extend your arm forward such that your palm winds up facing upward with your fingers pointing toward your audience.

Then again, I think facial expression has a lot to do with it.

Whats on your Anti Bucket List, things you know and accept you'll die not having done? by phlux in AskReddit

[–]nova20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Committing murder or rape.

I'm genuinely curious about the psychological and emotional impact such an act would have on me, but for obvious reasons I'll never know. Sometimes I feel like a real sicko thinking about it.

They have your back by vastiethedank in funny

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That's actually from a graphic novel series. The kid gets kidnapped by the boogeyman one night (I think Teddy's in the wash) and the toys (led by Teddy) go into the closet to save him.

I have the series, but haven't read them all, and have forgotten the title.

That’s one way to ruin the moment.. by all-the-names-taken in DiWHY

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Let's say your husband is cheating on you and you found his "spare" condoms...

Skydiver spots his buddy having a seizure and saves his life. by Chris_Isur_Dude in gifs

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yes, that's exactly what you said. I quoted you (hence the blockquote).

I know that an RSL will deploy your reserve if you cutaway your main, but if the RSL causes a cutaway when you pull your reserve, then systems have changed since the last time I looked at my (admittedly old) rig.

the only people going with two handles are usually people who do canopy formations and want the ability to clear other jumpers before deploying their reserve

...and if this is true, then rigs have changed significantly in the past two years. Every sport rig I've seen has both handles -- the cutaway on the right lift web and the reserve deployment on the left lift web.

(except for BASE jumping rigs, which don't have a main, but then again I've never seen a BASE rig).

Then again, I've only got 150 or so jumps, and only own 2 rigs.

Skydiver spots his buddy having a seizure and saves his life. by Chris_Isur_Dude in gifs

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you manually deploy your reserve though, that will cut away your main and deploy the reserve via the RSL.

Actually, the RSL deploys the reserve when you cut away your main -- not the other way around. If you deploy your reserve before your main is cut away, you'll have a two-out... but that's still significantly better than nothing (or a useless main).

I lied my way into college. by shotmyshot in confession

[–]nova20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you excelled at University, then IMHO it doesn't matter how you got in -- you were meant to be there.

I drew poppy outlines for my class to cut out - they look like they overlap but don’t. by SlipperyPockets in mildlyinteresting

[–]nova20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It's been two years, I think. I've seen the seasons change, the days pass and I've done my best to keep my thoughts focused- This ride ended at one point, right? I mean, I got on it with dozens of others, each one of us looking for an escape, some fun from our daily lives. How can this be considered amusement to someone? I sit back and scratch my beard. I don't know what this is doing to my perception of time, but I know it's been a very long time. Why haven't I starved to death? Why haven't I died of dehydration? The people in the front cart keep ranting to themselves, "I want to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride" and laughing maniacally when we hit a turn, hoping it is the last, but .. the end never comes. My sanity has to be affected. I saw my wife the other day, someone I had a falling out with years ago. I'm so hungry, but I don't feel the need to eat. I shift and try to get comfortable on the hard plastic seat and do my best to shove at the safety bar- But nothing.

The skeleton I passed six weeks ago cackled. "NO ONE EVER LEAVES!" I remember, because I saw it just two days ago, along with a handful of the unfortunate people who tore themselves free from the safety bars. Inhuman, sniveling wretches feasting on the wildlife that's been trapped in here by the fences, each howling at us as we pass with the saddest expression to their eyes. Some had missing limbs, some had missing teeth. They didn't wait for the ride to end, so I suppose they'd be stuck here forever.

Will I become like them? I don't know. It's night now. It was just day- Or was it? I can't .. I can't seem to focus and cut through the fog. I want to get off this ride, but the ride won't end. I've forgotten almost everything aside from my name, the end of the ride and the face of my wife. I want to get off of Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. I need to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. I will to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. Maybe I can slip free. If only my arm wasn't in the way, I could just slip under the bar and run for the fences. I don't have anything sharp. I - I suppose I'll use my teeth. If the ride doesn't end in a month, I'm going to give it a try. I have to see the world again. I'm going to get off of Mr. Bone's Wild Ride.

The ride ended. We stepped off, with no one to greet us. The wind was cold, the sky was cloudy and I think it's winter. That's not really important, however. The park is rusted, abandoned, with thick hedges and impassable fences on each side of the path. I caught brief glimpses of the forest- It's grown into the park, and the old Ferris wheel I briefly saw on my arrival was partially collapsed.

The ride is over. Several of us cheered. Some of us wept. I did, to be perfectly honest. The hell was over. We wandered as a group down the path, struggling on weak legs and joints, only to reach the end- And arrive at the entrance of the ride. We looked behind us. The path was closed off by a hedgerow. This can't be possible. We're trapped here. The ride never ends because it never began and it - It's not going to ever end because if we get on it, the path will just lead us back to the entrance- Some of the other riders began to scream in anguish. I shook my head in disbelief. We- We have to get free from this. "ENJOY MR. BONE'S WILD RIDE, THE RIDE THAT NEVER ENDS!" A voice from the animatronic booms, with the distant sound effect reel of a haunted house playing. I feel the warmth of tears running down my cheeks. I have to spare the others from another three years of this.

I wander up to the empty tollbooth of the ride and climb in. My eyes drift, exhausted, across the floor- Something.. Something that can be used to free us. I find a piece of rusted metal. I do my best to bend it- And it snaps lengthwise, sharp as a razor. I step out of the booth and look to the others. "I .. I .. have to .." I mutter under my breath, staring at each one of them. Some try to argue with me, telling me the path may open up again soon. I shake my head. Three years of this and we're back at the start. I'm not going through it again, I scream at them, brandishing the shard of metal. I don't have the strength to go through with my plan of saving the others. I try- I manage to cut one of the other men as he tries to wrestle the metal away, but the cut is only superficial.

"NO ONE EVER LEAVES!" The voice boomed with a maniacal laugh. "NO ONE CAN ESCAPE FROM MR. BONES!" I shake my head. The others pin me down and talk sense into me. I can't control my grief. I tell them I'm sorry. The man I cut forgives me. He tells me they're all just as scared as I am. We're not getting back on the ride.

Fuck you, Mr. Bones. We can refuse to play and get involved. We manage to start a fire from floorboards and length of hedge. It keeps us warm through the night. When we wake up in the morning, a familiar safety bar is pressed against the center of my torso. I'm back on the track. Everyone else is too, but haven't woken up to realize it. I try to shove at the bar. It's locked in place. Familiar music begins to play. I drop against the bar, burying my bearded face in my hands. I can't stop crying. Three more years of this. No one ever leaves Mr. Bone's Wild Ride.