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rpgsite_feed) wrote2026-03-17 03:00 pm
We finally have a grasp about the full scope of Pragmata's gameplay loop, and Capcom's slate of killer 2026 releases looks like it's not ending anytime soon.
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prettygoodword) wrote2026-03-17 07:07 amlongreadsrss_feed) wrote2026-03-17 01:00 pmIn this eerie essay, the poet laureate of Kansas visits a cemetery where legend has it the devil ascends a staircase to visit the grave of his son. She goes not once but three times, drawn, in seems, by the space it allows for pondering grief’s sharpest edges:
I trace the letters of a name and age lost to history. I think I’m trying to offer whoever is beneath it the tenderness of becoming a memory. Though I don’t go to visit my mother’s grave, I like to think of the devil here, on a sunny hillside in a small town in Kansas visiting his son. The picture of his grief seems so much calmer than mine, more like the scenes I’d seen in movies of the quiet sadness of a death accepted. Something dignified with a tie, his garnet skin shaded under a dark umbrella. I don’t remember if my son was at my mother’s graveside when they lowered her in, but I remember my ex-husband holding him in the lobby while he screamed all through the funeral. I knew he needed me, or at least would calm if I touched him, as he always did, but I let him be hurt and afraid so I could stare at my mother. But I think this may be parenthood—to give our best love to the ones we hurt most.
shadowhive) wrote2026-03-17 01:13 pm
rpgsite_feed) wrote2026-03-17 12:40 pm
Following today's Switch 2 system update adding handheld boost mode, we've put together a new list of the best Switch 1 RPGs to play on Switch 2 using handheld boost mode.
letzan) wrote2026-03-17 09:28 amHigh-level stats for week of 2026-03-03 - 2026-03-09
A few callouts this week:
ao3_st_lowerdecksrss_feed) wrote2026-03-17 07:20 amby Cipher99
Four months after the battle over Thedas II, Mariner and Boimler are now in a budding romance coinciding with newfound responsibilities on the Cerritos.
But all is not well.
After a date night goes horribly awry, Mariner believes she has to make the most difficult decision of her life to protect her favorite person in this and any universe. Can what they have together endure the coming storm?
Meanwhile, sinister forces align for a ploy that is nothing but bad news for the officers stationed at Starbase 80.
Words: 5129, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of A Vow Eternal
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bookclub_dw2026-03-17 09:09 ampressitout, who is the host for April.Which book should we read in April 2026?
The Only Good Indians
4 (66.7%)
A Magic Steeped in Poison
2 (33.3%)
The Tao of Martha
0 (0.0%)
james_davis_nicoll) wrote2026-03-17 08:54 amwindsnocturne) wrote2026-03-17 08:49 amjazzyjj) wrote in awesomeers2026-03-17 06:45 amlongreadsrss_feed) wrote2026-03-17 11:00 amAI companies such as Mercor are paying white-collar workers to produce the training data needed to automate their jobs. In this feature at The Verge, Josh Dzieza speaks with dozens of workers and documents what the labor looks like: low-paying, precarious, exploitative, and designed to extract expertise from entire professions—law, science, writing—before moving on to the next. It’s “the gig economy to the very extreme,” one screenwriter tells Dzieza, and it’s building a future with no place for the people who built these industries. (Subscription may be required.)
If you move fast and get lucky and have the right combination of expertise and stay on the right side of each platform’s unique and mysterious recipe of productivity metrics, you can make decent money. I spoke to a playwright making $10,000 a month, a multitalented chemist who at various points found gigs demonstrating poker and singing for AI. But even then, there is an inescapable awareness of ephemerality because producing training data means working toward your own obsolescence. While the number of people doing data work may continue to rise, any particular gig will last only as long as it takes for the machines to successfully mimic it. It takes years for a human to develop expertise, and sooner or later, they’re going to run out of skills to sell.
ao3_uprooted_feed) wrote2026-03-17 08:53 amsquawk squawk
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stonepicnicking_okapi) wrote2026-03-17 06:50 ampoliphilo) wrote2026-03-17 10:33 am
ionelv) wrote2026-03-17 05:56 am| Я бы хотел поговорить с тобой, Но телевизор слишком громко орёт — Он притворяется твоей головой, Его динамик так похож на твой рот. Моя страна поднялась с колен Во весь свой отрицательный рост. Я отрицательно согласен со всем — Вот мой ответ на твой невопрос: Где вы были восемь лет, Ёбаные нелюди?! Я хочу смотреть балет — Пусть танцуют лебеди! Пусть за «Озеро» своё Дед трясётся в трепете. Нах с экрана соловьёв — Пусть танцуют лебеди! Когда всё кончится, ты будешь молчать И делать вид, будто был ни при чём. Лицо — кислей, чем крымская алыча: Ты явно чем-то слегонца удручён. Я бы хотел поговорить с тобой, Но телевизор слишком громко орёт — Он притворяется твоей головой, Его динамик так похож на твой рот. Где вы были восемь лет, Ёбаные нелюди?! Я хочу смотреть балет — Пусть танцуют лебеди! Пусть за «Озеро» своё Дед трясётся в трепете. Нах с экрана, Соловьёв — Пусть танцуют лебеди! | I'd like to talk to you, But the TV is too loud— It's pretending to be your head, Its speaker is so similar to your mouth. My country has risen from its knees In all its negative growth. I disagree with everything— Here's my answer to your non-question: Where have you been for eight years, Fucking monsters?! I want to watch the ballet— Let the swans dance! Let Grandpa tremble in fear for his "Lake." Get the Solyovov off the screen— Let the swans dance! When it's all over, you'll be silent And pretend you had nothing to do with it. Your face is more sour than a Crimean cherry: You're clearly slightly depressed about something. I'd like to talk to you, But the TV is too loud— It's pretending to be your head, Its speaker is so similar to your mouth. Where have you been for eight years, Fucking monsters?! I want to watch the ballet— Let the swans dance! Let Grandpa tremble for his "Lake." Get off the screen, Solovyov— Let the swans dance! |
tcpip) wrote2026-03-17 08:05 pm
