Remnant II, part II

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A whole aspect of the game I have not, and didn't before, delve into.  Is that handicapping me?  The problem is, it is exceedingly complex.  And requires backing up the game before beginning.  Or risking losing large amounts of precious and scant resources.  This game is excessively brutal with resources.

I suppose, before even starting in on that, I will need to create a backup system, or two.  I wanted to do that for another game, as well, anyway.  Before doing some experimenting there, too.  So, that is my first task.

I continue to see it.

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I continue to laugh.  Here, there, everywhere.  In China, women are lowering their standards yet remain unable to find a husband.  In the US, women can't find eligible bachelors, or even get laid if you can believe that.  In Europe, the club scene is full of forlorn human female cats, looking for free milk.  Dead, even Japan, Korea, most places. 

I have to admit, the problem, in China, wasn't necessarily their standards.  Raising a family is outrageously expensive.  The real problem is the feminization of politics and the work force.  More employees in the pool?  Lower wages.  Even high earners struggle affording a wife when men get pay cuts and still have to do twice the job, actually doing their jobs, plus the real work women don't and can't actually do.

Up, early?

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I suppose, in one sense.  It was just after seven when I woke, a quarter after as I write.  Trying to, deciding if it is time to, wake up.  On the other hand, I think I went down before 22:00?  So it was a longer sleep.  Or, at least, not an early wake in that sense.  Maybe down closer to 20:00?  Maybe.

Just one ac going up here lately.  I am up during the day.  And it is cool at night.  Today is only supposed to reach 88 out there.  It should be ten degrees cooler in here, maybe lower.  It is currently 51 outside.  I think it was supposed to get down to 46 last night, though the forecasting simply isn't accurate enough for any real certainty.  And they don't always revise according to facts on the ground, even the ones they are reporting.  It would be nice for them to just admit it's a bad guess and quit trying to suggest they know, pretty much anything.

Remnant II

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Okay, a review.  A first review.  Based on both my new start of the game, and memory of previous sessions.  I will rehash this game, as I attempt to sort it.

Complexity.  Did I mention that.  Right.  From figuring out how to make a giant crow move, by triggering something some distance away, to figuring out how to even kill some mini bosses (one can only be killed by shooting the bombs he throws at you... but he only throws those at some distance away, and those can only be shot in direct line of sight with him directly in front of you, among possibly other requirements).

Cool, almost cold.

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The weather site I use is saying it is 85, and that will be the high.  Inside is reading 78.  Fans are going, as usual.  Just one ac going upstairs and one in mom's room.  The high wool socks, plus pj bottoms, the warm winter ones, and a thicker T-shirt on.  No matter.  I am chilly.  I am at least turning the fan down.

Mother wanted to talk.  No.  I just got up.  She said she has called around, couldn't find a place.  We will talk, tomorrow.  She will go, somewhere.  I will begin looking too.  If I have to have the courts help her get somewhere, I'll do that.  She can't stay.  I'm selling as soon as I get a decent bid, for one thing.

It's been a while.

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Too much stress, health is poor, more.  A shower, finally, tonight.  Those are glorious, especially if it has been... a while.  It has been... a while.  What amazes me is how little dirt there is to scrub off.  Do I smell terrible?  I don't smell it, but who does smell themselves, good, bad, even perfumed? When I use aftershave, I can't smell it after, say, half an hour. 

So tired.  But clean.  Good night.

A new old game.

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Trying to hit Remnant II.  Am hitting it.  Not... terribly successfully.  Yes, a Souls-like.  But one which, mostly, in my estimation, doesn't cheat.  The opponents are legitimately overpowered.  But the game doesn't, otherwise, limit success through bogus mechanics.  Mostly.  I think.

Now, it will always have you underpowered.  You can't level out of it, improve your gear on the side, or any real trick, save one.  As you level your 'toon, the environment levels with it.  Gear leveling is also counted.

Again with the attempt at bullying.

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You are taking me in to town tomorrow, right.  Said in a booming aggressive voice.  Again, I told her, she needs to call around.  I won't just drive willy nilly wherever she might please.  Second, she has to pay for gas.  And, finally, she has to ask nicely.  She paid for gas, last month.  And didn't go anywhere.

Uhm, wrong.  She put twenty in the tank, was driven to the various stores often several times a week.  And a fill is eighty bucks, depending on the day.  I filled twice or so.  Two and a half times?  Trust me, I don't go to town that often.  My auto has bill will go way down.  So, no.  I didn't even bother with that, was still quite sore about her cutting her debt by $350 after having been forgiven $250.  So, no, she didn't pay for gas last month.

Up?

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I think so.  Late, though.  It is nearing 11:00.  Okay.  The foot, both of them, feel better this morning.  Though I am pretty sure I will still be limping.  On the left foot.  Ginger treatment, wearing thicker socks, and putting on shoes.  Though I still think... realizing I was under attack, and changing a few things, may have helped.

Would mother have hurt me?  I think it's possible.  But only if she believed she could completely and absolutely not get caught.  If there was even the slightest chance of getting caught, she wouldn't take the risk.  She, about some things, is not brave.  Thankfully for everyone.

Choices.

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She has come to the understanding that staying isn't an option.  Still, she thinks she will bully me into doing what she wants, when she wants, how she wants.  And she is absolutely wrong.  Currently, her intention is to have me drive her all over town.  Looking for a place?  Checking rental assistance?  Places?  Institutions?

No.  Absolutely not.  Drive with her phone.  Narrow possibilities to a few.  THEN ASK NICELY.  Pay gas.  I'm not going to be bullied into anything.  She continues this line, she'll end up negotiating her ouster with a sheriff.  I'm not putting up with even an ounce more from her.

The foot got worse.

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Just the one that was already hurting.  That after being careful with it, tending the possible causes or contributers to the problem.  The reason I think, sometimes, that the cause is a person or force?  Because it only worsens when I am asleep.  The ache never intensifies while I am awake.

Only when I am nicely tucked into bed.  Not while walking on it (them), or standing on it, or being more active.  Now, part of the reason I suggest force, as opposed to person?  Because I have things blocking the path up.  Blocking the stairs.  Not impossible to get through.  But, very difficult to replace in the order I arrange things, from the far side, once having gotten things moved to enter.

What if I don't want to leave?

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It actually started with a different question.  Asked why I don't interact with Jasmine (feed her), first?  It is her dog.  Second, when she goes, Jasmine goes, one way or the other.  Oh, she assured me, she will be taking her.  if so, I feel sorry for the dog.  It will be poorly fed and poorly treated.

Later, she asked the title question.  I just said that isn't optional.  And that we would discuss this on the third or more like fourth.  When we will see if she is paying anything this month.  If not, some immediate changes will occur, including the loss of AC in her room.  And she will be expected to be out by the first.

Better, still not good.

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The foot.  I can walk on it, almost normally.  Just not without pain.  A whince with every step, like socialism's promise of a chicken for every pot.  Only, this promise is kept.  Still, much better.  I can distract from the pain with gaming, even sleep through, the now milder but yet ever present aches.

It's not just the knuckle of the big toe.  That is merely what screams the loudest in agony at the worst of it.  Other bones, even several in the ankle, all hurt too.  As the toe joint settles, and I psychically explore the pain, taking inventory, as I try to sort it, this is what I am finding.

Awake and better.

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I woke several times through the night.  Checking on the foot.  Seeing if it still hurt, making sure it hadn't become entangled in blankets, as well, checking on the other foot.  Keeping them warm enough, too, without making them too hot.  What a lot of work, if worth it compared to the options.

Doing well, so far.  I haven't gotten literally up, out of bed, onto my feet.  So that will be the actual test.  Socks, thick wool, on and off through the night.  More and fewer blankets, as needed.  Tended, well tended, as possible.

Intense pain.

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I tried to sleep through it.  I did, a bit.  Not well, not for long.  I could feel the deep, hard, throbbing aches even while asleep.  I finally surrendered, hobbled down the stairs, into the kitchen, and found my strongest painpills.  Almost surprised the glutton hadn't consumed them all.  Most of them, but there is a dose or four remaining.  I sure hope they help. 

I have been ginger with rolling in bed, careful to not extend, twist, or kick into the mattress.  I... sometimes sleep hard.  YOU fight with demons, djinn, and else in your dreams, you'll understand.  I don't even always win, or even survive.  But I get extra playtime for giving it more than is humanly possible.  I guess. 

That left foot!

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It hurts, and worse than the right foot ever did, this time around.  Part of it may be excess fluid.  So I am hitting that pretty hard.  Too, it may be that it is cold.  You would think, in the low 80s, I could go without socks.  But, no, it seems.  Shorts and a muscle shirt are fine.  PJ bottoms are too much.  But, yes, socks. Not white gym socks, but knee high wool hunting socks.  So be it. 

As well, I am being careful when sleeping.  I still wonder if someone or something twists that in my deeper sleep.  I had a pile of neatly stacked boxes tumble over the other night, up here.  I am certain that stack was stable.  And, I have heard scurrying, but with light on the area and an immediate search, absolutely nothing was found or seen.  And the sound continued while I searched... visually.  Wasn't willing to put my hand down near the sounds.