Gandhi has been historically the most aggressive character in Civilization due to an original bug in the first game that caused him to go all-out once he reaches democracy. They just kept the thing going ever since.
To further explain this bug, because I was chatting with mothmonarch about Civilization and other strategy games last night and I never got around to explaining this fully, but I love this story:
Gandhi’s AI in the original game had its aggression set to the absolute minimum (0 on a scale of 0 to 10, I believe, I may have this wrong but the basic idea I’m about to explain is accurate, as far as I can tell). Adopting democracy lowers an AI civ’s aggression by 2 points, so when someone who is fully peaceful loses two points of aggression, they should still be nice and polite, right?
Except this is an old DOS game, and so computer math is in place. What actually happened was that Gandhi’s aggression level ticked backwards two steps, from 0 to 255. On a scale of 0 to 10, Gandhi is now 255 points of pure nuclear rage.
And that’s the story as I recall it, but again I may have gotten some details wrong, so feel free to correct me! After that, as the original poster said, the devs loved the bug so much that they just kept it in as a running joke!
This explains a fair bit of my frustrated childhood.
Sometimes it’s really hard not to see my life as a giant bowl of failures sprinkled with unfortunate events.
Never realised quite how much I dislike my family’s house until I’d spent so much time away from it, in an environment I definitely prefer.
Worst part is I can’t say it like that - or possibly at all - because they’ll all take it personally.
Yep, it’s definitely the people, for sure, mmhm. Couldn’t be the bacterial stench of the kitchen, the sticky dirty fridge full of things that don’t constitute an actual meal, the complete lack of counter or floor space anywhere, the seemingly ubiquitous animal excrement, the dirty clothes strewn everywhere, the constant mess of papers and books and magazines that nobody needs or reads, the heater that doesn’t really heat the second floor, the hallways you have to squeeze through because there’s too much stuff in the way, the whole rooms of the house we can’t even enter because they’re too cluttered, the paint peeling off the walls inside and out, the holes in the drywall and sheetrock, the food trash thrown every which way, the random eating utensils underfoot, the bathroom walls covered with a fine but noticeable presence of black mold, the constant noise and screaming and yelling and barking and swearing and anger and fighting and dysfunction…no, it’s gotta be the people.
Definitely. I clearly just hate my family, that’s all. I’m just a bitter fucking prick, an ungrateful spoiled brat who has no idea how good he has it. I just hate my family and that’s why I don’t contribute anything to them, why I don’t do any chores or pay any attention to their activities or support them in any way ever. I clearly just hate my family because even though I want to be treated like an adult, I don’t deserve it because I don’t act like an adult at all, no, because an adult would take the initiative and work to make things better for everybody because an adult would be selfless and think of others, like his loving, supportive family members, none of whom are ever racist or sexist or aggressive or belligerently anti-equality or verbally abusive or condescending or ableist in any way, never, because they’re too busy being kind and caring and respectful, cleaning up their messes (if they make any, of course) and taking on responsibilities and working together and being productive and supportive and shit like that.
But it’s totally unfair of me to point that out because I wasn’t even there for two and a half years, and I’m such a fuck-up anyway that what would I know, right? I don’t know how to interact with them and I treat them terribly and I’m bitter and awful and should probably just die or at the very least move out except I can’t because I’m too much of a fuck-up to hold down a job or an income or even a girlfriend because that clearly comprises the entirety of an accurate judgment of my character and dictates the nature of my moral fibre, yes indeed.
But I probably don’t even have that, either, because I’m an atheist, after all.
Best date ever, coming right up.
Fingers crossed, anyway.
Yet, all things considered, I still can’t help feeling repulsively unattractive, like anything good that happens or is said to me is just to humour me because everybody’s so fucking afraid of the truth. Even if the truth isn’t that bad at all, it becomes “scared of hurting me,” and that’s just fucking insulting, is all.
I felt like posting something, but the anxiety shit has died down to such an extent that, quite thankfully, I’ve nothing to get off my chest. Yay!
So I’ll just complain about how hot it is in my room. Seriously. I can’t win. Either too cold OR too hot. Doesn’t matter if the door is open or the air conditioner is set to “fan” mode. Or both. Nope, I’m just sitting here roasting.
Time to go vacuum my car because goblins.
I realized something I find utterly bizarre:
If I talked about neurotypical (“allistic”) people in the same way trans*, non-binary, and all other gender-nonconforming people talk about cis people, I’d have literally nobody on my side, period.
Yet the mistreatment and misunderstanding is almost identical in nature.
Condemnant quod non intellegunt.
Q:Talk to your doctor (whomever prescribes your existing medications) about Xanax, specifically extended-release Xanax. The XR derivative is drawn-out enough that it's even safe to drive and so on. As I'm sure you know (judging by your replies to previous questions) Xanax is a benzo (alprazalam, which you also probably knew) so the effects will be similar to what you're used to. It might be exactly what you need to get through the day. Believe me, I KNOW. FWIW, different anon entirely here.
Worth a shot. It’s not that my current anti-anxiety stuff doesn’t work for me - it does - my concerns are related to how it interacts with my other necessary medications >.<
Driving is a concern, though. I’ll ask. I need to have something to keep this shit in check before it overwhelms me and ruins my life. Constant anxiety and panic is no way to live. It pushes away one’s loved ones, family and friends and all, and leaves me feeling even more alone than before. It’s not fair to anybody, especially the people who care about me.
At this point I’ll do just about anything to stop myself from pissing off everybody around me by being such a nervous wreck. It’s just objectively unfair to them. I don’t care how unhealthy that sounds, it’s proven true time and time again. I feel like my parents would kick me right the fuck out if their moral fibre was just a tiny bit weaker, and I can’t imagine how they feel as it is. :(
Thanks, other new anon…