Distinct Lunatic

8k in its current state is a gimmick. 4k has become more mainstream but it's still not as commonplace as it should be. TV service providers typically broadcast shows at 720 or 1080. You can stream 4k from services like Netflix but they charge you more for that, and locally played 4k content will always look better than streamed 4k content. I've downloaded a few movies in native 4k and the difference is definitely there and noticeable. Even gaming at native 4k resolution is pretty nice to look at. Some time back I was playing Ass Creed Black Flag on it, that game came out in 13 or 14, and it looks very nice in 4k. I had to play with medium settings to get 60 fps, but it still looked better than if I were to play it at a lower resolution but with higher settings.

I'm not really a fan of Sony, or Samsung for that matter and avoid their products. Only reason I own a PS4 is for Nier Automata and Persona 5. With the 4k tv, I wish I had a better pc hooked up to it, I used a bunch of leftover parts to build that one, the pc is mainly used as a Plex server for all my shows and movies. The pc is pretty good, just not ideal for 4k gaming.

Meh, typically I just go with Vizio. I think their price and their reliability is good enough. Bought a 55" 4k Vizio tv some months back for around $350 or so and it's pretty damn good.

Apparently according to character details that were put out, Towa prefers dressing in male clothes cause she finds them a lot less restrictive or something to fight in. Though I find it pretty funny that they have her dress up that way, when not one single high school in Japan has a dress code that will ever allow it, or school uniforms even remotely flashy like that. Like I said in the other thread that HH posted, as far as character ages. I once saw that Sango was 14 in the beginning, but her wiki page says she was 16. By the time she was 17 is when her and Miroku's two girls were born, 19 was when Kagome went back to them, their boy born then. It'd take at least a year before Kagome would have popped out Moroha, and the new characters are to be 14 or 15, so Sango is at minimum 34, their son would then be 15/16. Apparently Miroku was 18 in the beginning, 21 by the time Kagome returned. So he'd be about 36 or 37. Though supposedly according to the plot synopsis Moroha hasn't seen her parents in 10 years. I'm pretty sure they weren't killed off, since that'd piss off a whole lot of people, but if they're gone I wouldn't be surprised if Miroku and Sango are also gone. Apparently Towa was 4 when she ended up in modern day time, so I'd imagine the scene in the trailer with them fighting the root head demon wasn't too long after the series ended, most of the characters would be in their early-mid twenties which is why they'd look similar to how they did. As for the one brown haired girl in the one scene with Towa, Sota by this time would be around 30 so it's possible that he has a kid, that girl being Towa's cousin. Where did you see Kaede? I doubt she's still alive by the time of the story, but back with root head demon it's possible she was still alive then. Apparently she's 63 by the end of the main series, so realistically I'd say she could probably go another decade or so.

I've had two cars now, both Japanese models (Mitsubishi and now Mazda), and I've had really good luck with both. The Mitsubishi was from 97 and I got from a 72yo woman, despite it being a rusty eyesore it never broke down in the 5 years that I owned it. So I do want to stick to Japanese models. I really would like to have a truck, but those are overpriced in comparison to normal cars, also the fuel economy is shit. The thing I like most about the cars I've had (even the mitsubishi from 97) is I got really good gas mileage, and could go about 3 weeks without needing to refill.

My sis always gets Kia's and tried selling me on the idea of getting one, but I don't like their design. My current car is a Mazda 3, and I've had really good luck with it, it being the first car I bought and paid off from a dealership, that said I only got it cause I had very few options back then due to having no credit score. My credit score now is almost above 750, so I could get approved for a loan for any car I wanted. My next car will likely be a Honda Civic, I've known 5 people that had those kind of cars and each and every one of them have vouched for how reliable they are.

Also what car do you have that you get 36 mpg in?

Nice... I guess the big thing is if it's humid or not. Also I'd imagine after living there for over a year one would get used to the heat. When it comes to here in the midwest the humidity makes the outdoors feel like an oven when it gets above 90.

"~One Day Later~" Said the narrator from Spongebob. The Dwarven pirate was snoozing loudly and obnoxiously as he slept in one of the corners of the tavern, sleeping in his own filth, with his dirty and crusty pirate clothes. The sound of his snoring was practically loud enough to shake the building, which only stopped once he received a swift (but not forceful) kick to the side from the monk, Terrell. "Hey, cut that out." Terrell said in a heavily annoyed tone, standing above the Dwarf, who rubbed his face, gazing upward with his vision all blurry. "Ughhh... mama? Is tha' you?" He mumbled groggily, resulting in another kick. "Get up, you drunken Dwarf." Terrell scolded as he walked away from the smelly Dwarf, "What part of be ready by dawn do you not understand." Terrell added as he walked over to an open space to the side of the room, sitting down in a meditating position, needing to clear his mind and cool down before the Dwarf gives him a brain aneurysm. "Hehe, well ya see," Banarr began with a grin as he hopped up onto his feet, and with one strong shake managed to fling off all the dirt and grime that covered his trench coat. "Ol' barkeep and I were at each others throat all night. He kept sayin' I had too much to drink, an' I said there's no such thing as too much to drink. So I kept goin' and goin' and after awhile I got hungry for some of me mum's chili, which I ordered but then he had the gall to try sayin' he doesn't know how to make me mum's chili, so I ended up pushin' him aside and makin' it myself." Which explains why the kitchen at the back of the tavern looks like a horde of ogres passed through it.

At my workplace with one of our buildings we have a similar situation, where at times it'd be cooler to just stand outside than be in there. The problem is the AC is shit, the indoor unit is spitting up water and needs cleaning out, while somewhere between that and the outdoor unit it's leaking freon. And despite the big boss ordering that it be fixed, there's essentially a standoff between the boiler man of that building and our dedicated HVAC guys about whos job it is to fix it. The boiler man just halfasses it every other day by putting more freon in it. Which is very wasteful both moneywise, as well as it being a strong pollutant.

"Hmph," Banarr retorted disgustingly, glaring intently at the arrogant douche. "Mind your manners, Dwarf." The strange man known as Pahn stated harshly, even though the same could be said of him. "I can see that you're planning to have a go at Fortress Nevervold. Do you even know how many adventurers such as yourselves have died attempting to- On second thought, just ignore me." Pahn had a complete change in attitude as he started walking away, still facing the direction of the aspiring party. "Safe travels, you're gonna need it." He chuckled to himself as he stopped to take a brief second to slap the rear end of the horse-like creature, His action was met by a reflex kick from both hind legs, sending him through the big glass window on the front of the tavern. Banarr shifted his attention toward Terrell. "So, monk. I heard ya callin tha guy by his name just a moment ago, clearly ya know 'im?" Banarr questioned in a way that made it clear he wanted to know who that prick was. "Back when I was a kid living in some small town, his family were a bunch of wannabe nobles that pretty much ruled those lands. He was just as much of an arrogant, disrespectful bastard back then as he is now. I guess it's to be expected when your parents are first cousins." Terrell said with a shrug, with a slight grimace. "Back in my teen years he baited me, I sucker punched him and broke his jaw, hence I was never allowed to return to those lands." Terrell wondered forward beside Neflet to where the idiot noble slapped, patting that spot lightly as he walked past. "I have a room at the nearby inn; you're free to do whatever, but at dawn we'll set out."

(was wanting @jezebelthenun to get a post in, me doing something that involved her character)

It depends. Assuming it's someone that takes care of themselves and doesn't let themselves go as most Americans typically do, I've noticed women tend to age better.

Aside from Sessh, I'm pretty sure the old cast that was shown off were flashback versions or those scenes were trailer only. Also technically it'd make sense for some of them to not age too much. Sango was pretty young when she had the kids, in the past I always thought Miroku and Sango were adults, but apparently Sango is either slightly younger than Kagome at 14 or at the same age as her. Miroku I don't quite remember also, but he's apparently around 16-18. The kids story will take place with them being 14, so Sango likely isn't even 30 yet, and on average women age better than men. Kagome finished high school before leaving for Inuyasha, so she'd have been 18, so she'd likely be at minimum 32 assuming Moroha was born within a year of Kagome being with him. Also supposedly with the synopsis for the series Inu and Kagome have been gone for a decade, Moroha being without them. So again, trailer scene is either a flashback or a scene made specifically for the trailer

Moroha may not have dog ears, but I still want to pet her.

(The new guy won't be a party member, just a reoccurring nuisance)

my other gramps (dad's dad) is still alive and in his early 70's, and he has it pretty bad. He has diabetes and Parkinson's. Over a decade ago we were told he also had Alzheimer's but we're not sure about that one. Alzheimer's is one of those things where it gets worse as time passes, but it's been over a decade and he's still able to drive, he also remembers me despite only seeing me at best once or twice a year, usually less than that. One thing we think is likely is it's just because his medication for diabetes and Parkinson's that he seems like he has Alzheimer's, since that stuff can affect your memory apparently. It doesn't help that the only source for all this is my grandma (his wife), her being the type of old lady that wants to guilt trip absolutely everyone, where any time you ask her she'll always claim that she's dying, kind of like Tony Soprano's mom back in season 1. I'm really hoping none of his problems are hereditary. I'm not so worried about getting diabetes but Parkinson's is the one I'm most worried is more likely to happen to me.

I've never been through anything that messed up. I have two dads (real and step) and neither one of them were worth shit for most of my life, and I have absolutely zero interaction with my real one. There was like 5 years I was forced to go to his house for visitation, and not once did he make any real attempt to make me like him or respect him, especially when it's like he lived to embarrass me at any and all opportunity like the fucking moron he was. My gramps (mom's adoptive father) was the best male figure I had in my life, and even though he died 10 years ago I still think of him always and will never allow myself to forget him. Even now I'll have random little moments where I think on it and mourn him no longer being here. Usually a couple times a month I'll have dreams with him in it as someone in the background. But I'd say every other month or so I'll have some form of lucid dream where it'd feel like he was really there, I usually tear up a lot when I wake up from those kind of dreams. I do think there's something to life, and we're not just a bunch of monkeys floating through space by sheer coincidence. Back when my gramps died in 2010 he was 69, and for over a year before he died he was having a lot of medical issues and it seemed like every other month he was back in the hospital for something. Finally things took a really bad turn and he was put in the hospital for something, where they found out he had cancer (don't know what kind, nobody told me anything about that) I was so used to him always getting through it and being sent home I didn't handle it like I should have. Fathers day 2010 was the last time I saw him, us all visiting his room in the hospital. I didn't want to be there, I wanted to go home and do shit online. I wasn't rude to him or anything, but I just wanted to get out of there. If I had known that'd be the last time I'd see him I wish I spent more time. Apparently it was a case where he needed surgery for something, after that my grandma would have been faced with the choice of putting him in hospice, or deciding for him to do chemo, and at his age and in the condition he was in there'd be no way he could have handled that, and he'd be spending whatever time he had left in pain and discomfort. But what happened instead was he ended up going during that surgery he needed to have before that choice, my grandma not having to make that decision because of it.

Banarr scribbled down some quick notes on the open map. "This quest might seem precarious, but I have a trick up my sleeve." He chuckled ever so subtly, "Cost me a bit of coin, but you have to spend money to make money, as they say." He paused to swat away the weird party members hand. Terrell had his doubts about all that was laid out, him leaning against the bar counter and glaring intently at the Dwarf." So let me get this straight Dwarf; somehow this immense treasure that you speak of managed to persist in a fortress that has been abandoned for well over a century, and yet somehow our ragtag group is gonna succeed where Gods know how many have failed?" Terrell laid out his words condescendingly. "Well, I mean, that's typically how these things go." Banarr responded with a shrug as he stared forward for a couple seconds as if he was showing off to unseen observers. The sound of the front door opening got Terrell's attention, him turning his attention to the doorway where he saw an armored man standing stoically. This individual had a sheathed longsword and a shield on his back, with a small dagger on his right hip. His skin was pale, his hair was black, pulled back into a secure bun. The two immediately locked eyes, glaring intently at one another. "Pahn." Terrell scuffed. "Monk." The stranger known as Pahn retorted. Pahn proceeded inward, scanning the room, taking a mental note of all the guests. There seemed to be only a few normal customers, but the active party present stood out to him. "A monk, a Dwarf, some... ruffian." He said judgmentally toward Aldaganja. "And... is that a horse or a person!?" He blurted out as he observed Neflet. "Her name is Neflet, and she's a person." Terrell interjected, defending his fellow party member. "Oh wow, you actually named it?" Pahn spouted, sounding like a grade A douche. He proceeded to the counter, his eyes taking note of the laid out map, a brief glance was all he needed before Banarr snatched it away, rolling it up. "How... interesting." Pahn grinned.

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Banarr took a moment to rub his beard with his thumb and middle finger, grinning triumphantly as he managed to acquire a party of adventurers. "In no time at all, I'll be sailin the seas once more in a new vessel." He chuckled in a very noticeable way, not being as subtle as he thought he was. "Speak of your treasure now, Dwarf." The monk Terrell ordered sternly as he stood off behind him with his arms crossed. "Uh, yes, of course." Banarr quickly composed himself as he headed over to the nearest table, reaching into his trench coat and pulling out a rolled up parchment. After unrolling it it was revealed to be a map of the current nation. "I heard stories of an abandoned fortress on top of the mountains a few miles West of here. About a century ago it was operated by a powerful warlord. Place is abandoned now, but they say the warlords fortune still remains there to this day. And we're gonna be the next band of misfits to seek it out." He chuckled at that as he took out another cigar from his pocket to replace the one that was just finished.

Far off in the distant mountains, while the band of misfits were having their little get together in the tavern, a small, young Halfling was wondering through the dense forests, it being pitch black due to it being night time, this occurrence happening while the travelers were sorting out their business. The Halfling tugged his overcoat shut due to a sudden cold breeze that swept through the woods, sending a chill through his bones. "That's rather odd... I might be in tha mountains but that kind ah weather is a long ways away." He said softly to himself as he held a free hand up to the torch he was carrying. His home wasn't too far away, him out searching for a type of mushroom that grows best under the light of a full moon. Cutting through the sound of the wind came the strums of what sounded like a fiddle, which caught the Halflings attention. "Hello!?" He called out in a confusing tone, "Is someone there?" He stared off into the far distance in the direction of the melody, but no matter how much he squinted his eyes it was too dark to see... And then came a sharp crack on the ground behind him, the Halfling spun around, coming face to face with a grinning demonic looking individual, a sharp grin spread across his face, the light from the torch illuminating him. "WHA-!" The Halfling attempted to shriek before the Tiefling slapped something cold against his face, pushing him down backwards, pinning him down to the ground, with his unwavering expression of enjoyment. "Oh, Govias the Halfling, had a heart of gold. All the forest critter loved him. Truly was a friend to nature, but alas a new purpose in life he will have." He began as he straightened up, reaching behind him to bring his fiddle back out, strumming along like a jolt of lightning, doing a strong solo. While he strummed away the Halfling was clawing at his face, trying to tear off what seemed to be a mask that was sealed to his face. It was not long before the darkness rooted itself within him. He didn't see the demonic figure after that, all he could hear was the sound of a fiddle fading away in the distance.

"If purpose is what you seek, you might be able to find short term satisfaction through battle or plundering gold," Terrell began as he removed the trout from his mouth, slapping it across the Dwarven pirates face. "For long term satisfaction it's important to accept the past and give meaning to it. Through a change of character or seeking redemption." While the monk went on with all that, the dwarf stood behind him, moving his hand in a mockingly yapping way, before bumping him aside as he made his way forward, staring up at the centaur due to the obvious difference in height. "If redemption is what ya seek, than there be no better way than an adventure. Up to the mountains perhaps?" He tried ever so desperately to urge the party.

Terrell eased up, lowering his guard some. Picking his stool, sitting it back upright. "You're pretty far from home, centaur's rarely leave the company of their own. If what you're looking for is aid, I can-" His words were cut off as Banarr perfectly flung a trout at his mouth to cut him off. "Don't listen to that boring nonsense, girlie." Banarr began as he dragged a chair across the floor beside the centaur, climbing on top of it and sitting down on her back like she was a mere horse. "If fortune is what you seek, I know of a source of great treasure, far off into the mountains. A few days journey from here. Perhaps even less if on horseback."