What the capital L libertarians need to make is a punchbowl like this. That would be fitting.
From a game where the savior of the universe must pay for her own gear
and doesn’t get a backup team or four on every away mission.
Yet that doesn’t happen in the real world, because the loss of sales caused by all the warnings is greater than the cost of just paying off (or endlessly delaying - or “Trumping”) the people who sue.
And you have to know that it’s the plate that’s at fault, not the food served on it.
Aside from fitting perfectly with RPG conventions; Shepard’s level of funding makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
ME1: “Good work on becoming the first human in history to be admitted to the ranks of an elite group of clandestine operatives who operate above the law across known space. I’m transferring this top of the line prototype frigate(and all its crew) to you without any tedious ‘check with civilian authorities’ or ‘accounting’ nonsense. Now, if you need a new rifle, try looting corpses and stealing stuff from crates, since the quartermaster appears to be operating his own black-market in the hold; and you need to buy a license to even sell a corporation’s products, despite having broad authority to do whatever you deem necessary to advance the council’s interests.”
ME2: “Thanks to your previous success, nobody on Earth or in Council space gives a damn; so after your vaguely tragic but forgettable death a mysteriously well hidden terrorist organization with resources that seemingly rival those of the Systems Alliance spent a zillion dollars rebuilding you and at least two zillion building an even more advanced version of your top of the line prototype frigate. Since the clock is ticking and enigmatic aliens are abducting humans with impunity all across the system, you’ll spend a substantial amount of time mining; a task you cannot delegate to the highly illegal AI who could do a much better job than you; and one where you will encounter absolutely no other miners, mineral rights claims; or commodities markets where you could just buy the damn palladium or whatever.”
ME3: “We all doubted you, agent, but your warnings about the reapers were entirely correct; also you bought us some critical time. Since reaper attacks have overwhelmed our supply lines, disrupted logistics, and displaced millions of refugees; you’ll be doing absolutely no mining this time around; since the crisis has left weapon upgrades easily available on the open market in exchange for the fiat currency of a doomed civilization(except for that one quest, where an insouciant Salarian refuses to sell unspecified ‘top shelf’ equipment for cash and requires some sort of McGuffin in exchange). You will, of course, receive full use of your cutting edge prototype frigate and crew; but not enough petty cash to buy so much as a replacement sidearm; presumably because allocating resources to people who aren’t humanity’s most effective slayer of advanced malevolent aliens is a strategic priority.”
Do you mean it emerges from the system naturally… like anarchy? If so, I couldn’t agree more.
(I guess I’m thinking more of… like… when a new university campus is built, good designers wait for the students to lay down the naturally most-used routes through foot traffic, then build the pavements along those same routes. Sort of codifying the natural emergent rule set.)
You are an evil, evil person.
I hadn’t done my evil deed for the day yet
Yup, it’s a classic. ME is just a bit extra annoying because of how uneven it is: Get made a Spectre? Operate above the law, answerable only to the council, across known space. Indirect funding must be considerable, given that you have a ship, full crew, and your various specialists don’t appear to be going hungry; but apparently no salary or expense account.
Cerberus spends north of a billion credits rebuilding you after near-lethal injuries? Sure, no problem. Need improved armor to survive a near-suicidal mission? We don’t even have a purchase order/requisition system to deny you with, try doing some mining.
Save civilization as we know it from reapers? Meh. Record cheesy promotional voiceover for shopkeeper? Discount!
RPG economies never make any sense(except maybe EVE; but that ‘economy’ is more a sadomasochistic love letter to all the unpleasant things they say about unfettered capitalism than a game; so that may not be a virtue.)
Help my sister; I just got blown to smithereens in Betrayal At The House On The Hill by her.
The more pressing issue, why someone would seek out and purchase a Gary Johnson-William Weld 2016 Commemorative Plate, is left unanswered.
They had One Job this year: to pick up disaffected Republicans and keep Trump from getting elected. They couldn’t even do that.
You were informed it is not for food, what you do now with it is entirely up to you and the consequences or delights that come with your decision. Libertatianism, treating people like they are not idiot children.
Or every product has so many (obscured) warning labels, you just ignore them. But yeah, I suppose in Libertarianland, bothering with warnings wouldn’t make sense.
Pretty much the ONLY reason that warning is on that plate is because of government regulation. If you don’t know what’s in something and corporations are allowed to put whatever they’d like in food AND NOT TELL PEOPLE, it’s hardly the fault of consumers when they fall ill. Having regulations that allow for FULL DISCLOSURE of what makes up their products is not the nanny state. It’s allowing consumers to make informed choices NOT TO POISON THEMSELVES.
Or it could be lead glazed. That isn’t necessarily acutely poisonous, but lawyers.
Do we have evidence that anyone did?
You forgot the hashtag.
Skeet shooting!
Turns out plate a spinning has become some strange MRA theory I have seen posted to more than one site talking about the “red pill journey.” Sometimes google sucks.
http://www.smartimpact.co.uk/asset/D7C02A26-0DA7-4878-B0E98107EBF00C5C/
What in the world. They have created their own weird mythology, and I’m glad I don’t understand it.