It’s not that they had no confidence. It’s that they took Nintendos approach on hardware. Sell low at a loss, and make the money on software.

Problem is, you could pirate every single game on dreamcast. Just get a legit copy of the game (renting, buying and returning, borrow from a friend), and have a CD burner.

Then you could make a 1:1 copy of the game in roughly an hour. As the year 2000 went on, websites even made it easier by posting the game files for download. If you didn’t have broadband (many didn’t at the time. Most had 56k), you could go to your local library and carry a USB stick.

So every console sold cost them money. And the software was performing abysmally. Plus, PS2 was right around the corner. XBox was an unknown, and Gamecube was assumed to do better than it did.

From a console war perspective, the year 2001 may have been the most competitive year EVER for video games.

Hey…I still remember the release date. 9/9/99.

Plus, you could use your dreamcast to talk to a fish. An insulting sarcastic fish…but the game was narrated by Leonard Nemoy. Sometimes he’d insult you too…

They look frightened. They look like they need nice warm homes.

I’ve always had an alternative take on the “afterlife”. Some people like to think of spirits as this tangible thing, like a ghost, or something that is self aware. I see it more like how someone would say “The spirit of the city comes alive at these events!”. So in that case, the city has a spirit. It’s not a ghost, but that’s more along the lines of how I interpret the spirit. My grandma died in October. Her spirit lives on with me until the day I die. I will continue spreading stories of the things she’s taught to me. In that way, she will continue to inspire people who she’s never even met. So in that way her spirit lives on.

So now that you get the idea of what I mean by spirit, here is what I think happens to us when we die. In the short term, you cease to exist. You don’t experience anything more. You don’t look down upon people from the heavens. You don’t roam the earth observing life. You just…don’t exist anymore. In the long term your spirit lives on. Each persons spirit will continue a different length of time. I’m sure there was probably a guy named Tom who lived in what is now Boston, back in the 1600s. I have no idea about who or what Tom did, because everything he ever did has been forgoten. Toms spirit has died. Others have their spirit live on for much longer. George Washingtons spirit lives on as long as America lives on. There may or may not have been a guy named Jesus. If he did exist, he’s got to hold the record for longest living spirit. I can’t think of anybody elses spirit from 2000+ years ago we still think about today.

The point is, while you’re alive you have the chance to make an impact on as many or as few people as you can. Physically everybody is going to experience death differently. Ironically, people who are executed through lethal injection have the easiest death I can think of. Pain free. The rest of us are going to experience something much more horrible. Some die in their sleep peacefully.

But after you’re gone, your spirit is all that remains. How long it remains depends on who you inspired, and what concepts you gave birth to for societies benefit.

Don’t worry, if Kyiv’s getting nuked, so are all the rest of us, so you’d have found out long before you had time to read about it! :D

Actually, I don’t think they’d ever find out about it. One second they would exist, and then suddenly, not so much. Obviously no one has any way to prove this, but the going expectation is that if you get nuked, you don’t even feel pain. It happens so fast, you just cease to be an alive person anymore, and instead become a pile of ash. You essentially go from healthy living human, to creamation where you stand, in an instant.

Obviously nobody who’s ever been vaporized like that can comment after the fact if they felt pain, or were aware of anything. What we do know is there have been recovered scenes after the Japanese nuked cities where you see a shadow in the shape of a person. That’s where that person was, and their body cast enough of a shadow in that moment of bright intense light, that it prevented the ground from being cooked by the blast. Unfortunately, nobody was giving the middle finger to something unrelated when the blast happened. As dark as the situation was, if it had to happen, it would have been kinda neat if the shadows were doing something interesting by pure chance.

But yeah, they wouldn’t have had time to even know they’d been bombed.

TomSpace.

Love it! Now we just need a guy named Tom, and a super potato quality camera for Toms profile pic.

I want a MySpace clone. Does that exist as an open source project in the fediverse?

Sorry… is there a community for “I’ve been pissed off for months now?”

You new here? And by here, I mean Earth. I’ve been pissed off for decades. That’s just called being alive, and smart enough to observe your surroundings.

I just wasn’t prepared for this cow trotting over slowly at first, and then into a full run as she realized what happened. Then finally nuzzling the end of her mouth into the area under the victim cows head. Like she was trying to lift it.

It was like she was saying “Phil? What was that noise? Phil? Phil??? PHIL!!! OH GOD NO!!! PHIIIIIILLLLLL!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! PHIL TALK TO ME!!!”

And now you’re saying that’s basically what did happen.

Here I was thinking it stood for Sexy Cute Pizza.

All hail MooCow!

Nah. This was like 6 years ago, a random youtube suggestion. Youtube reccomends me some real weird stuff sometimes.

I once saw a video of a dashcam. This guy is driving out in the farmlands, but the roads were twisty like a pretzal made by a drunk guy. And this driver is a real piece of shit. He’s doing like 70 down a twisty road that he can’t see the next turns sometimes. Well he takes this turn real hard at 70, but immediately after the turn, the road turns the OPPOSITE direction almost immediately. At those speeds, and with those hills, his car goes flying over a fence, into a private farm, lands just before a cow, but the momentum carried his car into hitting the cow. I checked the frame by frame gps display. He hit the cow still at 50mph even after hitting the ground first.

This cow goes down HARD. He let out this little whimper noise. The description said the driver died. I ASSUME the hit cow died. But right after it happened, this one cow comes trotting over. Kinda slowly at first, and then with great emergency once it kind of grasped what had just happened. Then she starts moo’ing like crazy, and suddenly dozens of angry cows come running over the hill. They all surrounded the hit cow, and the first cow is just nuzzling it’s head with her own head. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear the emotion there was like the first cow was trying to wake up the hit cow. Then this herd of cows starts angrily mooing at the car. I swear it was like they understood that the car was at fault, and they were pissed. They started running at the car, bashing it with their bodies. The guy inside, was either already dead, or died later with EMS. I’m not sure which.

I just know it was like these cows were a community, mourning the dead, and angry at the killer. And they were COWS!!!

Is…is this what you guys were doing during covid quarantine? I just…played animal crossing.

…what is an SCP?

You gotta be careful with baby headphones. If it’s a boy, he’ll keep the cord. If it’s a girl, she’ll loose her cord, and her teeth will turn blue.

Euclid??? The greek mathematician?

No sides. I don’t know how much 6 wings are, but I know the 18 pack was $40. I didn’t get it.

Forget everything you said. Forget the prices. Forget the experience you had.

My first question is…why would you willingly order Dominoes? This is ghe same chain that just 2 years ago had a series of commercials where the core theme of the commetcials was “Hey, we know our pizzas taste like cardboard and are universally hated buuuuuuut, maybe buy a pizza? We’re self aware of our awfulness, and we’ll try to do better maybe!”