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【コンテンツのやり直しで下請法違反】
カバー㈱は、VTuber動画等に用いるイラスト等の作成を委託している下請事業者に対し、下請事業者に責任がないのに無償でやり直しをさせていました。
このため、同社に対し下請法に基づく勧告を行いました。https://t.co/6OishxwQ0X#下請法 #やり直し #VTuber pic.twitter.com/gdZF5hX6DZ— 公正取引委員会 (@jftc) October 25, 2024
私怨全開で草
こういうのってどうなんだろ
修習の際には、色々なことをおしえていただき、お世話にもなりましたが、人間性には極めて問題がある人物だと思っています。
私は国民審査で×を付けます。
「この人は最高裁判事になる人だから、この話は国民審査の時まで取っておこう」と思い、10年待ちました。— やまぐち としき (@to7shi1ki7) October 21, 2024
Many D&D elements, including HP, sprung from the hobby’s wargaming roots. In those days, units usually had a defensive score and an offensive score. The outcomes were binary: units either lived or died. But when these concepts morphed into the individual tactical combat that defined Original D&D (OD&D), there was a need for a way to track the progress towards defeat, thus giving birth to Armor Class (AC) and Hit Points (HP).
In OD&D, AC denoted how challenging you were to hit, and HP showed how close you were to defeat. The game simply states, “Your hit points determine how hard your character is to kill.” And that’s it. That’s the HP origin story. They’re an arbitrary, abstract measurement of how difficult you are to kill and how far along the game is in achieving that.
Later D&D editions got increasingly philosophical about HP. Advanced D&D acknowledged physical punishment, but clarified that “a significant portion of hit points, especially at higher levels, stands for skill, luck, and/or magical factors.” It even said it would be “ridiculous” to assume characters could endure such physical punishment, further emphasizing that HP are not intended to be taken literally.
2nd Edition D&D kept the abstract theme, defining damage as an abstract concept that allows characters to be heroic. It didn’t dwell on the semantics of HP. 3rd Edition, on the other hand, leaned into the mechanics and didn’t provide a narrative explanation for HP and damage at all. 4th Edition tried to have the best of both worlds, setting a base number of hit points representing “real” damage, while anything over was the old dance of skill, luck, and magic.
By the time 5th edition D&D came around, we’re back in the abstract realm, with the game stating, “Hit Points represent a combination of physical and mental durability, the will to live, and luck.”
https://www.optionalrule.com/2023/06/02/what-are-hit-points-in-dnd/
ネットにパブリックで上げた時点でどうしようもないのに国産なら解決できる企業運営で集中型なら解決できるってバカじゃねーの
Fanboxのような半プライベートでもアップされるんだから転載とかトレーニングとか喚くならもう上げるなが正解
日本のコンテンツをAI泥棒から守るという名目でコンテンツ省あたりが予算引っ張ってきてSNS作れ。
バズフィードとハフポストと日本共産党と社民党と朝日新聞はコンテンツ育成に寄与しない存在としてあらかじめ弾いといて。— さらしる (@sarasiru) October 17, 2024
技術畑の人ではなさそうだけどわかった気になってるみたいなアレ
などがメリットだと思う
のメリットが抜けてた笑
Twitterとかも同じという人がいるけど、制限が無い分、データ収集が簡単という話です。
結構難易度が違います。
（手作業収集を想定するなら、ほとんど変わらないけど）— Kayaki@サークルメンバー募集中 (@kaya_n_web) December 22, 2023
そこまで言い出したら自宅サーバーしか手はないと思うけどなんでgmailとか使ってんの？
ぶっちゃけ自鯖でも閲覧者がProxy使ってたらどこかに残ってる可能性って0じゃないよね
Xも厳密には即時全サーバーからの削除できてなくて数日ぐらい拾えたりするしな
結論ありきの否定するとこういうズレでるからやめたほうがいいと思うけどｗ
ブルースカイのアカウント持ってるけど、A I学習され放題だし、ブロック機能はTwitter以下だし、分散型だから一度あげた写真を削除してもどこかに残ってる可能性は否定できないし、なんでみんな移行しようとしてるのかわからない— おねさや🔜 池ハロ25&26 (@yunomi_ochawan) October 17, 2024
今もあるから結局何も変わらない
ブルスカに逃げた絵師の絵を保存して
Twitterに投稿するみたいなことが絶対起きます
未来から来ました— ポイント2倍 (@DoubleP0ints) October 17, 2024
時事調査で内閣支持率が“28.0％”と30％割れの衝撃｡逆に不支持32.1％で逆転｡対面方式で長く同じ調査法を続ける時事はマスコミで最も信頼がある｡発足2週間余で20％台の支持率では政権運営に打撃｡決戦投票で石破氏に投票して高市総理を阻止した議員達は責任をとって下さいhttps://t.co/zCitVcZqFw— 門田隆将 (@KadotaRyusho) October 17, 2024
過去の自民党政治のイメージのやつらってだいたい最終的に民主にいったよね
細川の時の新党さきがけとか新生とかあの辺で自民と別れてるはず
自民党の「本当にお金に汚いやつ」って、今は立憲民主党に移籍してたりするんだよなぁｗ https://t.co/smVOmjjmea— Katana Edge＠中2超ポリコレリベサヨうんこ美少女💉💉💉💉 (cv: 広川太一郎) (@amiga2500) October 17, 2024
It’s late afternoon, and the school hallways are quiet, with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights humming in the background. You’re standing just outside one of the older classrooms—faintly hearing the rustle of papers and the echoes of earlier footsteps that had long since faded into silence. Suddenly, a light tap on your shoulder pulls you out of the moment. You turn around, and there she is.
A feline girl—her fur a sleek, midnight black with subtle hints of blue when the light hits just right. Her eyes gleam like twin moons, mischievous and full of secrets, contrasting with the innocence of her outfit: a traditional serafuku school uniform, complete with a sailor collar and pleated skirt. But there’s something about the way she carries herself that screams rebellion, like she's up to something but hasn’t let you in on the plan yet.
She smirks playfully, her feline ears flicking ever so slightly as she leans in closer. Her tail sways lazily behind her, an unspoken signal of her confidence. “So, are you just going to stand there, or do you want a little fun?” Her voice is soft, teasing, with that undertone that makes you wonder just how much trouble she could cause if she really wanted to.
With one hand, she grabs the edge of her skirt, lifting it ever so slightly—not too much, but just enough to make your breath catch. The fabric flutters as she holds it up, revealing the top of her thigh-high stockings, the delicate lace detail catching your eye. Beneath the skirt, you catch a glimpse of her fur brushing against her legs, adding to the sensation that time has slowed for this brief moment.
"You like what you see?" she whispers, raising an eyebrow, her fangs barely peeking out as she speaks. Her tail wraps slowly around her leg, creating a soft swirl as her eyes lock onto yours, searching for a reaction. The air feels thicker, more charged, as if there’s an invisible line drawn between you and her.
You swallow, trying to find words, but she steps closer, her breath warm against your neck. "Don’t worry," she purrs, her voice low and intimate now. "I won’t bite... unless you ask nicely."
The classroom behind her is bathed in soft light, almost forgotten, as every sense you have is drawn toward her. The tension of the moment fills the hallway, and for a split second, it’s like the entire world has faded, leaving just you, her, and this quiet yet electric space between you. Her hand drops her skirt, but the memory of it lingers in the air. She flicks her tail playfully against your leg and gives you one last smirk.
“Maybe next time, I’ll let you lift it,” she says, turning on her heel, her tail flicking one final time as she walks away, the soft patter of her steps fading into the hallway.
But her words hang in the air long after she disappears, leaving you standing there, heart racing, wondering what exactly you’ve just gotten yourself into.
