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Zomboid was originally inspired by CDDA. Much of the game flow and ideas are 1 to 1 copies. The biggest difference is that CDDA is a turn based game that is played on tiles (think rogue or nethack). From the inventory system to crafting to base construction to reading books, it’s all there.

Oh. Except bites aren’t instant death. There’s no zombie virus. Dead bodies rise up (including yours!). You can still get infections and die from them, but you can also just clean your wounds. 1v1-ing a zombie is suicide though unless you have a decent weapon.

Also, zombies evolve… So they scale well into the late game. Having a zombie hulk throw you through a concrete wall and breaking every bone in your body is usually lethal.

this is a comic man, you might be reading into it more than the artist intended… I was bullied in high school by a single, lone dude lots of times.

lol whoops. I do like the idea of that tho.

Not at 5 years old! Absolutely not.

If you’re enjoying Project Zomboid, you might want to check out Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead (CDDA). It’s a fantastic open-world survival game with a similar vibe, but it offers a lot more depth and complexity in its gameplay mechanics. Best part? CDDA is free and open-source.

Rather hurtful stereotype.

Partners are the stupidest fuckers on the planet. I won’t name names, but I have sicced my governance team on fucking http (NO S) websites, usage of certificate pinning, public-facing databases! (Protected by a shitty 2000’s-era username+password login interface) transferring credit card numbers in CLEAR TEXT. I swear I’ve seen every possible idiotic move from partners.

Banking network engineer here: Never give out your login details. Not to your mom. Not to your brother. Not to me. Not to a company. Not to a random guy in India. Don’t do it.

Literal Eli5: “it’s a slang term that some people use, but it isn’t something you should worry about right now. It’s meant for adults”

Since I’m becoming a father soon, I started learning responses like this

I do hope you can find it! It’s especially strange that the companies all implied that there was no answer (especially considering that reducing hallucinations has been one of the primary goals over the past year!) Maybe they meant that there was no answer at the moment. Much like how the wright Brothers had no way to control the random pitching and rolling of their aircraft and had no answer to it. (Of course the invention of the aileron would fix that later.)

That’s right around 9% lower than the statistic that 62% of all statistics on the Internet are made up on the spot!

*thesaurisi

Of course you can! This is Lemmy! Being offended for other people is half the posts.

So what’s out there then?

I’ve been riding for 20+ years and never had this issue. I’ve tried cleats. Tried it for a year before I eventually switched back to a good set of pedals + a good set of shoes. Admittedly about half of my riding is mountain biking though, so that might be part of my bias.

Over engineering problem

whats ligma?

barring severe mental and or physical disabilities

I have dysgraphia. It’s far from a severe disability, but it impedes my ability to draw and write. My penmanship is nearly illegible. Drawing is right out.

The wind howls through the empty parking lot as the dim streetlights flicker above interrupted by the faint screech of an unreturned cart, left abandoned in the cold silence, rolling aimlessly across the asphalt. A masked man steps out of the shadows…

“You think it’s nothing. A small act of carelessness, a moment of laziness. But that cart, left adrift, has a price. A price in scraped cars, twisted ankles, in the chaos that spreads like rot in the hearts of men. You see, I don’t care about your excuses. I don’t care if it’s raining, if you’re in a hurry. Order is what keeps us human. And you… you spit on it with every cart left behind.”

Knuckles crack in the darkness

“I’m the reckoning you never see coming. You think no one’s watching when you shove it into the next spot, but I’m always watching. Every cart out of place, every rule ignored, it leads to something darker, something worse. And that’s where I come in—to stop the small sins before they become something more.”

The masked man takes a step forward, his voice low and gravelly.

“I am Cart Noir, the last line of defense between order and chaos. You think it’s just a cart? It’s never just a cart.”