Cofiwch Dryweryn 
Once, when I was really fluey and sleep deprived I went to do myself some lemsip only to find the kettle was on the blink. I shambled into the shower, turned it on, then sat in the shower with the cup on my lap and just emptied the sachet into the shower water I'd collected in my cup.
Poisoned dagger fitted onto a colonoscopy camera.
They first cause a roadblock in the motorcade using IEDs, and take people in the crowd hostage as a human shield around their specialist to control the camera.
The hero is an ex-troop turned traffic cop who's wife and daughter are amongst the hostages, now fighting for his life to save his loved ones and also his family (
).
Title: Hard Shoulder
This is a bit of a rambling, stream of consciousness mess, apologies if it's hard to parse, I'll try to reword it more clearly later.
I don't think there's a specific lore reason why Yorha androids dress the way they do, but rather instead it feeds into, like, some of the meta-textual themes of the game.
I think, the Yorha androids all being dressed in, like, skimpy dresses (or overly body hugging catsuits during the start of C route) while at the same time being discouraged in expressing emotions due to it being "inefficient", kinda helps to build on the contradictions within the struggle against machine lifeforms. Like, we have these sexily dressed but sexless characters characters Vs rusted wind up toys that are running the full gamut of human emotion. One example that immediately springs to mind is the scene where Adam is born, where 2B and 9S are surrounded by various simple machine lifeforms expressing their affection to each other, like there's a parent rocking a crib and a couple fucking and, like, 2B and 9S keep insisting to eachother that they're just repeating words and actions they don't fully understand, which is later proven to be wrong as they begin to encounter and interact with machines in ways other than violence and begin to understand them as people, and then even later as 9S discovers the Yorha androids are built from reverse engineered machine lifeform cores.
There's a lot of playing around with and subverting how a lot of media likes to do a sorta humanoid=personhood thing where the more attractively that person is portrayed, the more of a person they are.
---I go a bit tinfoil hat below---
Admittedly i might be me reading too far into it is that there's also this recurring beat of 9S' infatuation with 2B and how it pathologises into this sorta sex/death thing. There's a bit close to the end of B route, (about the time you find out humanity's been dead the whole time) where 9S keeps getting these intrusive messages from an unknown person confronting him about his desires. Stuff like, "you want to #### 2B, don't you?" where it's left ambiguous whether it means fuck or kill. So get you this sense of, like, how do I say it? Like, sorta second hand objectification. This annoying little twerp who (as far as he knows) has just met you is, like, oggling you and shit and the outfit 2B wears kinda help keep you aware of this.
As much as I dislike the fan service in Nier Automata it does tie back into the game's themes.
Liberal-Fascist bargain denialism is a new one for me, I'm honestly excited to see what sort of bizarre new ideologies and stances emerge from the churn of this psuedoleftist cesspit.
Through badposting the deeper truth is revealed, through fake news posting only lies are uncovered.
How would a fake news poster even presume to strike us, when their vision is clouded with their own deceit?
China, backed Pinochet?
The Sino-Soviet split and its consequences have been a disaster for mankind.
Something about .ml and MLs in general is that they really just aren’t that large a group. If we want larger communities, Reddit is still much bigger than Lemmy. If we want a flawed ally in politics, progressive liberals outnumber Leninists and are far less likely to deliberately betray us. (That’s why MLs always equate Liberalism with fascism; if people can ally with Liberals MLs have basically nothing they can bring to a coalition, and so they can’t seize power.)
Damn right, remember when the communists helped nazi brownshirts root out and kill liberals? Or when communists helped install Pinochet and he threw liberals out of helicopters?
Martin Luther King's body now lacks its organs, they've been scooped out, replaced with hay and potpourri. The bones drilled at the joints so wires can be tied through, allowing articulation now his dessicated tendons are of no use. His skin is patched with leather in the places it has split, weathering and formaldehyde makes it hard to see the seams. String is looped around his limbs and head at various places, snaking up above the stage.
Jerkily he struts about the stage, dancing and parading about as he sings aloud his condemnation.
There was a crowd here once, raucous to hear how the rebels of today are of a different breed; evil, violent, uncivil, and unjust in their cause. But now it has thinned, scant collections of men in suits who stop by to cheer on their lunch break.
The marionette man looks upon his empty square, paper tumbling in the wind. He picks up his shovel, and with a sigh lopes away. There is much work to be done before his next show.
What is now happening to Marx’s theory has, in the course of history, happened repeatedly to the theories of revolutionary thinkers and leaders of oppressed classes fighting for emancipation. During the lifetime of great revolutionaries, the oppressing classes constantly hounded them, received their theories with the most savage malice, the most furious hatred and the most unscrupulous campaigns of lies and slander. After their death, attempts are made to convert them into harmless icons, to canonise them, so to say, and to hallow their names to a certain extent for the “consolation” of the oppressed classes and with the object of duping the latter, while at the same time robbing the revolutionary theory of its substance, blunting its revolutionary edge and vulgarising it.
not doing anything and just looking like man, doing hormones and boymoding which makes ppl think they're a trans woman, or dressing not like a woman in fem clothes so they just look really out of place.
Lemme get this straight, to be a good transgender to this person you must:
not dress masc
not dress femme
not dress in a way that doesn't easily read as femme
What's left? Nudism? Mascot outfits? A barrel?
Someone smarter than me insert that 
quote about how every action of the USSR was transmuted into a failure via shifting rhetoric.
Imho the parkour feels smoother than Dying Light 1.
The game in general is way less challenging than 1 and combat balance is super easy to break to the point that before I'd even finished the story I was easily one-shotting volatiles with an axe.
The protagonist (Aiden) is bisexual and there's a whole bunch of queer characters all over, which is something I really didn't expect out of a zombie FPS.
Guns are a tacked on mess they introduced long after release and it feels kinda weird to have only Aiden using them.
The main storyline is mid and the conflict between the two main factions is really generic authoritarians Vs plucky individualists sorta thing.
The DLC story feels like it was pulled from an entirely different, goofier, setting and while I liked it, the tone shift is really jarring.
I disagree, usage of drones hasn't worked to put down any armed struggle in the US's puppet states.
I have a soft spot for Half-life's soundtrack specifically:
You're Not Supposed to be Here
Outside of Half-life:
BFG Division from DOOM (2016).
Sisters of Battle from Hollow Knight.
Gwyn Lord of Cinder from Dark Souls.
Majula theme from Dark Souls 2.
Real principled anti-imperialism from the white terror enjoyers over there. Take a look tankies, this is what being actually left wing is.
The sun blinks shut like an eye.
Under the gaze of this profane eclipse, it will fall to me to journey to Scotland, find Gladys, and defeat her before her dread power can reassert itself.
An elderly Scottish woman named Gladys.
Long ago, when Gladys was young and reckless, she stumbled upon the book within which all fate is written. Skimming through the pages, she came upon the moment of her death and in a fit of rage and fear tore it free from the book. Hence forth she cannot die until the conditions of the page are complete. The last remaining of which is that I log off from Hexbear.
Fearing her coming demise, she has cursed me that should she die then so shall I and thus we are locked within this eternal cosmic struggle. Neither of us allowed to meet our final fate until the 
button is pressed.
Mumsnet is a British forum for a particular sorta mum.
Y'know the kindsa parents that go ballistic on Facebook or, like, parent-teacher meetings about how disgusted they are that little Timmy or whatever is being taught that gay people exist? Imagine if there was a website just for them.
If you can remember that time Mermaids was targeted by transphobes, that was them.