u/LargeSinkholesInNYC

The ability to call in people and make them do stuffs for you would me amazing.

The reason why I stopped playing is because of resource scarcity and the fact future technologies were absolutely useless.

I just don't understand why the other games won't expand and improve upon the system in Diablo 2, which was the best loot system ever made.

It's ridiculous that an old game is so much better than the last game. What the hell happened?

Any recommendation?

Any recommendation?

Any recommendation?

Anything worth sharing?

Any recommendation?

Any recommendation?

Anything worth sharing?

Anything worth sharing?

I was thinking they wouldn't sell if they were too fringe and weird even if they looked amazing.

Is there anything that's really out there?

Any recommendation?

Any recommendation?

I emerged from the thick, leaden vapours of a profound lethargy, a state of animalistic torpor. I was sprawled across that bed, a monstrous, custom-built acre of memory foam and Percale sheets. It was a large bed, so large that you could have lined up a whole cheerleading squad across its breadth, and still had enough room for a few more. On top of me was Slan, fully naked and grinding my cock with her wet pussy. On each side, Farnese and Molda were clamped onto my legs like feverish leeches, their hips working in a desperate heave. "You're finally awake," Farnese told me, her breath washing over my face in a cool, unexpected cloud of citrus and mint. It was a sharp, clean scent that felt entirely wrong in that heavy, musk-choked room. "You wouldn't wake up despite everything we did." She didn't stop grinding me down, her hips working with the tireless hunger of a sex addict. On the other side, Molda was licking me on the neck. Both of them were humping my leg as Slan kept riding me like a sex-crazed monster. "Where the fuck are we?" I asked, as I could barely remember what I did last night. "Yes, that's right." Farnese replied. "Yes, that's right," I parroted back, having absolutely no fucking clue what either of us was talking about. I, then, shoved my tongue inside her mouth, to which she responded with a sharp, desperate gasp, immediately swallowing my tongue as if it were the only lollipop left in the world. "No, but seriously, where the fuck are we? Are we inside one of my braindances or something?" I asked again. Farnese broke the kiss with a slick, wet pop, her eyes wide and glassy as she stared down at me. For a second, the relentless rhythm of her hips faltered, just long enough for her to register the question. "No, we're in the real world, darling, but last night was something else." Farnese whispered, her minty breath turning hot and ragged against my cheek. "Turns out we survived all the crazy schizo sex-filled braindances you threw at us. Now shut the fuck up and finish what you started." Molda let out a ragged, breathless laugh against my neck, her tongue tracing the spot where she'd just been biting. "Every time a new track hit, the feedback loop practically made the whole room shake. You couldn't tell where the code ended and the flesh began. We were soaking through the mattress before midnight." "I was squirting like crazy," Slan purred from above, a dark, wicked smile pulling at her lips as she leaned down, her heavy breasts brushing against my chest. "You kept loading the wildest tracks I've ever experienced. I am not sure where you got them, but surely they're not made for the faint of heart." After bottoming out and letting out a massive load of cum right inside her pussy, I replied, "I made them myself, those were just some beginner tracks to make sure I could use some of the harder stuffdeadweight I have without flatlining you." Farnese stiffened, her eyes going impossibly wide as the sudden, hot rush of my climax flooded her. She let out a choked, trembling gasp, her entire body shuddering as she collapsed forward against my chest, completely spent. "You made them!?" Slan spurt, a dangerous, thrilled smile slowly creeping onto her face. Her gaze dropped to where Farnese was still trembling against me, then flicked back to my eyes. "Those were just the beginner tracks!?" Farnese lifted her head, her minty breath coming in short, erratic puffs as she wiped a stray lock of hair from her sweat-damp forehead. "You're a fucking psycho," she panted, though the look in her glassy eyes was pure adoration. "We barely made it out alive." Molda let out a low, wicked laugh from the foot of the bed, her hand sliding up my thigh. "Then I guess it's a good thing we're not faint of heart. The one where we were in a looping space with a billion dimensions getting fucked through a billion holes was something else. How the hell did you make that?" I leaned back against the headboard, a smug grin pulling at the corner of my mouth as the residual heat of the climax hummed through my veins. "That one?" I chuckled, the sound low and raspy. "It's some generic shit I spun out in a few minutes. "I needed a baseline diagnostic to see how much data throughput your neural processors could actually handle." Molda's jaw dropped slightly, her hand freezing on my thigh as she stared at me in disbelief. Even Slan let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, leaning back on her knees. "Generic shit?" Farnese echoed, her voice cracking slightly as she lifted her head from my chest. "You call a hyper-dimensional mind-fuck generic shit?" "Hey, it was just a stress test. I needed hard data on your hardware's processing bandwidth before pushing any real payloads." I replied. "A stress test," Molda repeated, a mix of awe and sheer irritation flashing across her face. She suddenly squeezed my thigh tight enough to leave a mark. "We were practically turning inside out across the space-time continuum, and to you, it was just a routine hardware check?" Slan slid down my body until her face was inches from mine, her heavy gaze locked onto my eyes. "If that was just the diagnostic payload," she purred, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate line down the center of my chest, "I can only imagine what the actual archive looks like. What exactly are you holding back, tech-head?" Farnese let out a soft, shuddering breath, her body melting back against me as her frantic rhythm finally slowed to a gentle, residual tremble. "My neural net is still humming from the feedback loop," she whispered, her minty breath warming my collarbone. "If you push anything heavier into my stack right now, you're going to blow my wetware." I grinned, reaching up to wrap my fingers through Slan's dark hair, anchoring her close. "I've got more braindances than you can possibly stream in a single lifetime," I whispered, "But you need to be a little patient, my dear, because I need to go through my morning routine." I shoved Slan to the side and started fucking Molda. "I take it that your morning routine consists of a heavy workload," Molda gasped out, her eyes flying wide as I pulled her up by the hips and buried myself inside her. The unexpected shift in momentum caught her completely off guard, her wicked laughter instantly melting into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed off the walls of the bedroom. "Workload?" I grunted, setting a fierce, unyielding pace that had the massive bed groaning beneath us. "This is just the warm-up sequence. I need to get the blood pumping to my own processors before I can even look at the terminal." After 90 minutes of constant fucking, I bottomed out and let out a massive load of cum right inside her pussy. "Now, it's your turn, sweety." I said before I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her above me. Farnese let out a sharp, breathless cry as she was pulled up, her hands slamming down onto my chest for balance. The sudden shift in gravity didn't slow the momentum for a second. She locked her thighs around my waist and threw her head back, her neck arching elegantly under the dim lights of the room. Beside us, Molda lay completely spent, her chest heaving as she tried to recover from the previous ninety-minute marathon. She could barely lift her head, watching with glassy, exhausted eyes as Farnese took the brunt of the next assault. "You're a monster," Farnese gasped out, her teeth gritting as the furious pace vibrated right through her skull. Every time she came down, her cool, minty breath puffed frantically against my jaw, a sharp contrast to the scorching heat radiating from her skin. "Look at him go," Slan purred in a low whisper. "The man is utterly relentless. An entire night of constant fucking and he's still craving for more." Farnese couldn't even form a coherent reply to her. She just buried her face into the crook of my neck, her fingers digging desperately into my shoulders as she rode out the storm. Her body was trembling under the sheer intensity of the pace, completely consumed by the raw, physical feedback loop we were creating. After fucking her for 90 minutes, I bottomed out and let out a massive load of cum right inside her pussy. Farnese let out a choked, echoing cry that was entirely swallowed by the crook of my neck, her entire body locking up in a violent, cascading spasm. The sudden, scorching rush of my climax filling her to the brim was the final breaking point for her. Her fingers stiffened against my shoulders, and she collapsed completely onto my chest, a heavy, deadweight sigh puffing weakly against my collarbone. I let out a low, raspy chuckle, my chest heaving as I wrapped my arms around Farnese’s twitching, sweat-slicked waist, holding her pinned tightly against me while my massive load settled inside her. I pulled her chest flush against my face, burying myself in her soft skin as I locked my lips around one of her tight, pink nipples and began to suck fiercely. Farnese let out a weak, involuntary whine, her fingers weakly tangling in my hair as she lacked the strength to pull away. Her breasts were heavy against my face, the skin slick with sweat as I alternated between pulling hard on her sensitive flesh and swirling my tongue around the rigid tip. As I managed to suck a small drop of milk out of her tit, Theuene barged into the room with twelve stunning, platinum-blond bimbos."Are you fucking kidding me?" Theuene barked. "Three hours. Three hours behind schedule because you can't keep it in your pants for a single goddamn morning!" The squad of blondes collectively gasped and giggled, their heavily amplified gazes shifting between the spent, trembling forms of Molda and Farnese, and the unmistakable evidence of a long marathon painting the sheets. She glared down at the spent, trembling forms of Molda and Farnese, then snapped her fingers sharply at the entourage behind her. "Alright, girls, you know the drill." The twelve blondes immediately scrambled forward, swarming the mattress like a well-drilled clean-up crew under a terrifying commander. "Suck every last drop of that excess payload off him. I need him conscious, drained, and sitting at his terminal in ten minutes flat." After 90 minutes of constant sex, Theuene finally broke character. "Oh, to hell with the schedule," Theune whispered, her voice fracturing into a soft, breathless whimper as she scrambled onto the mattress and straddled my lap. She lowered her hips slowly, taking the entirety of my length with a deep, smooth glide that made her throw her head back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. As she collapsed forward, she buried her face into the crook of my neck as I started drilling her. "I've been staring at the monitors listening to you all morning," she confessed, her voice fracturing as my grip tightened on her waist to drive her downward. "Just make me forget about the terminal, okay?" After 10 hours of constant fucking, the second clean-up crew came to scrub my penis clean with their hungry mouths.

I don't know why, but I am a sex magnet. I am skinny, lazy, and put zero effort into my style or hygiene, and yet there are all these women who are trying to hit on me, and I just ignore them. Just the other day, there was this woman who looked like a much younger version of Robin Scherbatsky trying to hit on me in the laundry room, and I am trying to ignore her because she knows where I live and I can't run away or ghost her after fucking her, so I keep ignoring her even though she tries to talk to me and even gave me an awkward wink I also ignored upon entering the laundry room. I don't know what they're expecting of me. The only way I have sex with them is if they tell me it's going to be a one-time thing only. I believe that the reason these women keep doing this is because my penis is basically the nexus of a geomantic manifold that moves along with me, causing the surrounding leylines to realign and migrate whenever I move. That's why I hallucinate a massive amount of blowjobs every time I lie down on my bed, and these crazy women are desperate for a piece of my meat.

The current crisis is a predictable consequence of the neoliberal project. The state, having spent decades ensuring the free movement of capital, now finds itself unable to restrain that same capital as it flees a hollowed-out domestic economy. It's not a matter of whether it will happen, but a matter of when it will happen.

There's no real democracy in America. America is a plutocracy where rich people get richer and poor people get poorer. The system is completely rigged to favor those at the top. The system has been engineered so that power remains concentrated in the hands of a select few and it remains that way in the foreseeable future.