The Dark Sun rises over the Holy Supulchre.

No

I prefer Yanqui

I thought Bernie would fix all the ills of this rotten empire, thought Europe was a model for the future.

I would hope they wouldn’t, kinda like those Soviet submarine guys who wouldn’t fire during the Cuban missile crisis.

I was using chrome, I just switched to Firefox and it seems to be working now.

Played the hell out of the CK2 version, I like the direction they’ve gone with the lore.

Deadlands is a fantasy horror wild west rpg run on d6, my personal pick is Traveller the og far future scifi game with lion and wolf people.

An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States

When I was in 3rd grade my mom and I lived with my grandma in her old Millhouse. This thing was built in the 30s and they had bought it through the mill my late grandpa worked at. I had tons of minor spooky things happen, but three that stand out and I still remember today.

One night, I was laying in my bed trying to go to sleep. It was completely dark in the house and my bedroom door was open, i could see out of my door and through the central connecting room/hallway into the kitchen where the only light existed in the form of starlight out the kitchen windows. I’m trying to go to bed when I hear these heavy and quick booming footsteps starting in the kitchen and end at my bedroom door. This couldn’t have been my mom because she was maybe 130lbs soaking wet and definitely wasn’t my grandma because she had bad knees that loudly clicked when she walked. I remember holding my breath and staring into the doorway for what seemed like an eternity until I worked up the courage to get out of bed and take a look around. I peaked into the other rooms and saw my mom and grandma both asleep.

The next happened when I was very sick and home from school with strep throat and was laying in bed. I closed my eyes started to doze off when I heard someone walk into my room and sit on the edge of my bed. They started whispering what sounded like a prayer and I thought it was my mom. I felt them sorta touch me on the cheek and forehead like they were checking my temperature. Then the realization came to me when that this couldn’t be my mom because she was at work. I opened my eyes and no one was there. I got up and went into my grandma’s rooms and there she was dozed off in her t.v chair.

The final story involved me sleeping in a recliner opposite my mom who was on the couch. The previous stories and other spooky shit made it where I couldn’t sleep well in my bedroom any more. I woke up to some disturbance, the only light being the porch light coming through the blinds of the window right beside me. I look at the window and I see shadows on the blinds and hear footsteps of people walking on our porch. I start silently freaking out when I hear them try the front door. At this point I’m trying to whisper/scream to my mom on the couch but can’t wake her. After what has to be about 30 minutes I hear them for the last time. In the morning my mom wakes me up to tell me our car had been broken into and I fill her in on the rest.

Downwell is a simple but fun little rogue like. Mini metro is another good one

Each state has regiments of national guard that are under the control of the governor of that state. The president can “federalize” the national guard putting them under his control. To further add confusion some states have State Guards that are state controlled militias.

Yeah it’s really mask off some biblical evil type shit.

I also cried after reading Blackshirts and Reds. I’m not sure if this came from B&R but I saw a statistic about how a few weeks after the illegal dissolution of the USSR there were children as young as 10 selling their bodies on the streets of Moscow and I cried for like a fucking hour while also being angrier than I’ve ever been before. The collapse truly one of the greatest humanitarian disasters in the modern era.