Honestly, not really. I’m just kind of at a point in my life where it’s something I’m thinking about looking into, and an out-of-the-box option like this would be really handy.

I’d probably buy it.

For real. That’s a nice trailer. Any dingus with a truck could run off with it in 5 minutes.

I am WAY ootl on shopping for PCs and hardware, all the sites I used last time i did anything (god, around like 2008?) are quite defunct. Anywhere you’d recommend looking for a desktop like you’re talking about? I’d love to get my home on a selfhosted network.

Following because this drives me nuts too

Someone save us, give us an authoritative answer

Idk, are you using arch? There seems to be a correlation from what I’ve gathered from Lemmy

You’ll also get knee-socks so win/win

I’d just like to point out that it wasn’t the Americans who beat the Nazis, it was the Soviets

I don’t =/ I remember reading the story on reddit I think

Damn straight.

Worst thing overall was probably the fall of the Eldar. They created the 4th Chaos God and tore a hole in reality straight to Hell across half the galaxy. Screwed things up bad for everyone.

Most tragic, my vote gets the fall of the Thousand Sons. They would’ve been the most potent anti-Chaos tool the Imperium had by far, and seemed to genuinely care about the humans around them and their cultures. Magnus was extremely prideful but well-meaning, which led to him making deals with Tzeentch that doomed everyone.

Most disturbing, I go with the child who’s favorite toy was a servitor dressed like a clown. He was a psychotic murderer who was turned into a lobotomized cyborg toy-slave, and the kid thinks of it like a teddy bear. Servitors in general are messed up.

That’s the easy part, you just have to be able to yell “WAAAAAGH!” while firing indiscriminately like a propa lad

Planetside 2, but in Warhammer 40k. I want to be an ork running around krumpin gits with a hundred other boyz, smashin up some humie tinboyz or them big bug wotsits

Bonus points if you can be a psyker and blow up your whole squad

lemmy.world/c/noncredibledefense

“Anger is a gift.” - Rage Against the Machine

Was a serious alcoholic for 12+ years.

I do things the hard way. I lost apartments, jobs, girlfriends, etc over and over again for years, scraping by at rock bottom. One DUI wasn’t enough, I had to go get another several years later. That’s the one that pushed me truly past the edge to be ready to quit. By that point, I knew very well how awful my addiction was for me. There was nothing romantic about drinking anymore. Just pain and shame. I harnessed my guilt, depression, and self-loathing and turned it into absolute, seething hatred for alcohol. Otherwise I’d fail, again, and swing through a gas station for a 40. I couldn’t be around people drinking anymore. I started buying cigarettes from places that didn’t sell booze. I started painting miniatures for DnD and Warhammer 40k to keep me busy at home, which worked really well for me. I didn’t go to AA, but I had in the past (and I had the nerve to pound a beer beforehand and then insist - to other alcoholics who clearly knew better - that I was sober, to my unending shame).

Addiction is insidious. It talks to you in your own voice, all the time. I had to drown that out with hatred. I started replacing “alcohol” with “poison” in my thoughts. I watched drunk people downtown with absolute disgust, mostly at myself for having acted like them. And I set goals for myself, because a large part of why I drank was out of despair. I went back to (trade) school. Met a great partner. Anything and everything I could do to keep myself moving. I used to just lay in bed, drinking and watching Netflix on my phone, so I forced myself to at the very least get up and dressed and spend my days off in the living room instead. Breaking patterns, you know?

It’s a lot. Sometimes, 6.5 years later, I still find myself thinking a beer would be nice. I have to shut that shit down hard. A year after I dried out, my mom passed from alcohol-caused organ failure. It was a sad, painful end for her. That memory helps keep me on track.

Find something to do. Find lots of things to do. Rewrite the way you think about your addiction and turn it into a conflict you’re dedicated to winning. That voice in your head isn’t your friend, it’s The Enemy and it Wants You Dead.