hi can you explain what the abbreviation "7D2D" means that you left on a recent game review? It wasn't clear enough

Do you mean a south Asian language? Like Hindi or Gujarti? No.

Can you speak Indian?

@Jack ♥♥♥♥♥ thank you klindly.

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I closed my group because of heavy depressions - I wish you successful german exercises, my friend. Bye for now and have a nice sunday... :)

Hello! We have a little lottery at sunday in the curator, If you like to participate, leave a comment in the related discussion and be on board. Greetings ! <3

A little bit early, but I wish you a very special weekend. And I´m happy to have you as a friend. Greeting, Lutz !

Hello, ty for accepting my request and be welcome in my litle review-group. Maybe you found the link inside the Idle Champions discussion to grab all chests. Wish you a wonderful weekend.

A little delayed gratification on the bomber crew game... that should make it all the better. When you do get to it, play past the first level before you pass judgement. The first part is overly easy so that you can learn the basics.

That you are closer to my age than the majority of people on here seems comforting somehow. Last year I joined a group called the Older Gamers’ Group. It turned out that the oldest member had just

turned 30, and the rest claimed to be in their twenties. I say "claimed" because some of them were displaying behaviour more characteristic of prepubesence than of adulthood, That, of course, proves nothing on its own as the president of this country I find myself living in proves multiple times each day. It was more the little slip-ups like, "I'll buy the game as soon as my dad gets home so I can ask if I can use his credit card." Living at home past the age of majority isn't unusual these days, but usually parents put the beaks on things such as using their credit card for non essentials. Add to the fact that most teens and young adults can't wait to be able to get their own credit cards, and you see what I'm getting at.

Back to you and where you're at, I'm reminded of the words of the poet Walt Whitman who wrote "Most men live lives of quiet desperation." I think that's still true, though because we live longer, we

have a longer time to come to peace with ourselves. Still, some never do find that peace. As humans, we are quick to complain, and all too often act seemingly with indifference to those who have done something good for us. The appearance of indifference, however, may belie the true feelings of gratitude one may harbour. Because it is often so difficult to determine if our efforts did any good or not, the effort in and of itself must become our reward. This is true even if you can plainly see that your efforts are having no effect. It is our place to offer an opportunity. Only the person whom we give that opportunity to has the ability to make use of it, or not. That is why we must recognize the effort as being its own reward, and not how others receive it.

Out of curiosity, may I be so bold as to ask what your line of work is? From what you have told me thus far, I know that we have three areas in common. We are both educators (the need to do research leads me to suspect that you're teaching at the college level, though I can also see other reasons for the pairing), we are/were both researchers, and we've both done charity work without any expectation of remuneration of any sort. We were in different fields, but when in academia there are experiences which are common to all of us no matter what our chosen fields are, what level we teach is, or at what institution (I use the term loosely to include k-13 as well as higher learning) we teach at.

Though I have much more I'd like to share, my body is screaming at me to stop. It is both much more difficult to write with a mouth operated mouse and on-screen keyboard, and requires much more physical effort. I am therefore completely fagged out, flogged, and ready for burial.

I'm in my late 40's and needed your kind words.

In my line of work, which invovles teaching and research, I often wonder if what I do really matters (beyond providing a roof over my family's head and food on the table). Most students exhibit no deep (or shallow, frankl;y) love of learning, and most of my research (in the social sciences) is on topics with answers that frequently seem obvious. I _have_ been doing pro-bono work with non-profits, and that seems rewarding.

And then every now and then someone says something so very kind, such as you have. Thank you kindly. :)

ps I've not played the Bomber game yet, as I'm treating it like a present under the tree that I could open, but haven't yet so I can drag out the suspense.

I've just got to tell you how much fun I've been having with that game you gave me. It gets better and more challenging the further into it you get. I'm addicted. That's all there is to it. I haven't had a game I've enjoyed this much for a long time! I can't thank you enough for gifting it to me. I'd probably never have known about it if it weren't for your generosity. I owe you many thanks and much gratitude for it. Try to keep this in mind over the years, because as you get older, perhaps in your later fifties or yor sixties, you will start to take stock of your life and wonder if you really did anything worth while during it. At that point, remember that you gave a game to someone who had pretty much given up on life and was just marking time waiting for it all to end, and by giving that game, you gave that person something to look forward to doing each day and thereby gave back a life. for Bomber Crew

Yes I'm a gamer from way back. The first computer game I ever played was on one of the main frame computers at the university where I received my master's degree (late 1970's). It was a text only game called Zork which predated computer graraphics. Zork had no replay value and it was the only game there was at the time. A few years later I bought a true IBM luggable (the closest thing there was at the time to a laptop, but more like the size of a suitcase and the weight of said suitcase filled with bricks. The built-in monitor was monochrome (colour didn't exist yet) but even so, a surprising number of games with rudamentary graphics were available including the first three games in the Ultima series, and the first two of the Wizardry series (a few of later chapters of which are are available here on Steam as nostalgia items). When colour came out I purchased a CGA RGB graphics card, a full-size monitor, an arm load of games and have been an addict ever since.

I'm glad you liked the gift, and sad to hear that it is the only thing you got this year. I figured your gave the gift freely, but I felt like reciprocating. :)

Pardon my nosiness, but before you were diagnosed with MS, did you play computer games?

Currently I've been on a Fallout 4 binge. Prior to that it was Rimworld. After I've burned out on Fallout 4, I'll be back to Rimworld with all its new mods.I'm saving up the game you gifted me for when I'm burnt out on those two.

Hi! Just stopping by to thank you for the game! It's everything I hoped it would be... light entertainment for times when I want to let my min be lazy and have some light fun. I've only unlocked two achievement thus far, but the most of the rest will come as I progress through the game, and those which look to be well within reach. Not that it matters. I will be playing this game long after all the achievements have been accomplished. There's a lot of humour to be found in it too. You can stick stuff on your Lancaster bomber

which would have been impossible in real life. Flak guns in the gun turrets? If you are willing to strip it of just about everything else, then sure, why not!? Engine shot up and on fire? Send two of your crew out on the wing, one with a fire extingwisher and the other with a box of tools, and before you know it your engine is as good as new. Take care that you don't get into any turbulance though, or they'll get bounced off the wing, and if they didn't bring their parachutes with them... The mind shudders at the thought.

One little note for the future, When I give gifts, I do so freely and never expect anything in return. That said, I realy do appreciate your gift, and am having great fun with it. Also, truth be known, it was the only gift I got for Christmas from anyone this year, inside or outside of game world, which makes it extra

There are three basic categories of MS and I do hope that your former student has the most common and least debililitating form of it. That form is called relapsing remitting MS. People with this form of the disease will have flair ups which are accompanied by pain, fatigue, and some minor problems with gate, drop in manual dexterity, clouded thinking, etc. On the positive side, things will eventually (albeit slowly) return to baseline. Relapsing remitting won't kill you, but it will most certainly bugger up your life.

I have one of the other two (secondary progressive), both of which are potentially lethal, and in any event will take you apart by cuts. The thing is, isn't that what life does to everyone anyway, only by different means? It's like the cheezy line in every B movie made between 1930 and 1950 in every English speaking country in the world: "Uh oh Franky, I don't think we're getting out of this one alive..." Life is the leading cause of death. Get used to it.

She has a powerful influence! I wish you luck on your endevour.

One of my best students ever has MS. Hers didn't manifest until her early 20s. Her dad was also diagnosed later in his life with MS, as I understand it. She is now a professor at a university in Alberta doing work on environmental justice.

Yeh, it sounds like she was a really great person. I didn't know her, but I definitly benefited from her goodness. If it were not for her thinking of others and taking the time and effort to make sure her posessions were distributed to people less fortunate than herself I would not have a computer and all these games and the Internet to keep my mind busy. I would instead be doing what I've been doing for the past 17 years... stareing at the ceiling listening to the seconds tick by on the clock, each one followed by what

seemed to be an eternity, waiting for the next big flair-up of my multiple sclerosis to put me to sleep for a week or two, or perhaps put an end to that wretched existance. This computer has chaned all that, and through my gratitude I feel pressed to use my remaining time to find a way to use it to bring some good into this world. I'm not a creative person and I'm definitely not wealthy so I have not yet figured out what that project will be or what shape it will take, but I spend a lot more of my waking hours thinking about that than I do playing games. If I am able to find something which needs done and I can help make it happen, it will not be mine to claim, but rather that of a woman in England whom I never met, but who gave me the tool to get my life back and a way to again dare to dream of leaving the world a better place than I found it.