I thought the same. I assumed it was just people censoring themselves when they wanted to say son of a bitch in front a child, or anyone else who it's taboo to swear in front of.

There's a book called Tabletop Role-playing Therapy: A Guide for the Clinician Game Master by Dr Megan A. Connel that's a really standout resource about this, she appeared on the official D&D podcast a year or so ago talking about it.

I'd say that this is more a resource for therapists to use TTRPGs than it is for DMs to act as therapists for their players. There's a fine line between accommodating your players' preferences and needs and providing unwanted therapy; if you want to actually put any therapy techniques into your game, ask your players approval first.

I was at the end of school during the 2016 election and my closest friend in my Comp-Sci class who I'd known from 11 was in the far right pipeline; this person found Hillary absolute abhorrent, loved trump and was generally the 2016 Pepe style crypto-facist. We live in the UK too, so this is even less common than it probably was in the USA.

When school ended, I stopped speaking to this person, but a few years ago saw that she's come out as a trans woman. I'm happy for her and not really keen to reconnect at all, but oh boy am I nosy about the timeline of her political views. I wonder if she still holds them, was struggling with internalised issues or just had a huge realisation at some point.

It's reasonably safe to Google, it's about this letter where the FBI encourage Martin Luther King Jr. to commit suicide, using particularly abusive, dehumanising and degrading language. The content of the letter isn't necessarily hard to read the if you want to read it, particularly as it didn't work, but it's still bad to know that this was an official government plot.

I have no sympathy for the people who are being scammed here, I hope they lose hundreds to it. Making fake porn of somebody else without their consent, particularly that which could be mistaken for real if it were to be seen by others, is awful.

I wish everyone involved in this use of AI a very awful day.

The third one down almost certainly intentionally has the numbers 14 and 88 as a reference to a nazi dog whistle.

I can't decide if this makes it more likely to be satire or less.

That's the most Lemmy response I've ever read, I love it.

This could quickly be explained away as a contingent spell that specifically stops common muggle weapons.

The one moment that really irks me in the concept of wizard wars is a moment in deathly hallows. The gang are captured in Malfoy Manor and Harry manages to grab 3 wands from Draco Malfoy's hand, and casts stupify on Fenrir Greyback, who is hit with thrice the intensity and fucking basically dies.

If this works why aren't wizards rocking bundles of wands, let's see Harry use expeliarmus to counter Voldie's wizard wand Gatling gun of avada kedavra, or a bundle of wands casting sectumsempura and fucking turning a wizard to mince.

Wanna hit me with the torture curse you wizard nerd? I'll just use my bundle of sticks, my wand strap to Wingardium Leviosa you straight into the sun.

Fun fact, sperm whales can generate a sonar click at 230dB. Decibels are a logarithmic scale so increasing by only a few dB is basically double the volume.

A sperm whale may swim past you, think you're interesting and give a little click to scan you, and basically stun or kill you instantly.

I'm not sure I agree with the take for farenheit. It's an arbitraty choice, and to me who grew up in a country that uses celsius, I find that far easier to understand and farenheit may as well be random numbers to me.

7 ton seems pretty big and I think they were warm-blooded, I recon they'll start starving before I run out of food. They may not be dead by day 30 but on those final nights of starving unconciousness you could probably stick it with the knife. Large birds of prey may only eat once per day but they still starve within a couple of days, and the bigger they are, the hungrier they get.

I'd like to see a horror film where the the generic killer navigates a small town that's had its locals form into a militia under homegrown martial law, and the killer actually thrives in the paranoia that comes from it.