I’ve actually been trying to wrack my brain to remember the name of it, which is crazy because for over a year it dominated my life. I was the head of a guild with 4 branches and a hundred or so members. Like I was doing management and spreadsheets and even made more than one deck over that time. I’ve been awoken by a Line call at 3am because the Russians are attacking. But the name has left me.
Edit: Finally remembered, it was Galaxy On Fire: Alliances
I used to run into axaxax all the time on this Mobile game I used to play. It was a PvP space colonization game and there were stark parallels to real world geopolitics.
We hated the Russians in that game, not for ideological reasons but because they and the Chinese would always attack any fleets not in base while we slept.
Obviously we did the same to them, and recruited a European shift for our guild.
Just in case you did bail before it loaded, it is a painting, not a photo, and it is unhinged but not gross. Per se.
This is how I got rid of mine but it was thanks to mice, not birds in my case. I felt like Cinderella!
Call me when there is a self-hosted solution.
Veganism is my unattended moral compromise. I am positive that future generations will look at us and our factory farming and, aghast, see us as the monsters as we are - much like we look back at slaveowners, even those who were against the institution at the time.
Since I am not living in or near the wild and not hunting for my own food, it is clear to me that veganism is the only real moral choice, and yet I still participate.
I am complicit in this delightful supreme pizza and complicit in this breaded chicken sandwich.
I think there is a bullet that is often used with these particular butterfly wings.