Good old --no-preserve-root 😅
Problem is that there is a previous blissful state of ignorance rule 34, so you are caught in a loop.
I read it a rather long time ago, I will definitely read it again soon!
If you know what I mean 😉
Great blog post, give it a read.
I died as many times on the very last level, as in the rest of the game combined 😅
Loved it
What you are looking for is some kind of on screen display overlay.
I found this, see if it can be of any use : https://github.com/vascofazza/Retropie-open-OSD
Hit me up. Ie. contact me.
There was a talk about detecting patterns and writing styles at Chaos Computer Congress a bunch of years ago.
The researchers also presented a tool to anonymize text as far as I can remember.
I will go look for the talk.
Edit: Found it!
They talk about their software to find who wrote what, but also how to use that knowledge to write software that attempts to anonymize text.
Brought forth, my mind, my spirit, conscience and flesh and all
Into this universe, by merit of affections made by thee
As forebearer, Zeus as to Hephaestus, as you to me
Echoing ancestral age's call
From infant times, whenst could I not procure my own
Through learning and advancing in my worth
You held me high, and pushed me forth
By song affirmative in words and tone
This trust of merits, my esteem, oft besong by you
Make these words, this moment, this request
Become the heaviest of my behest
Albeit an inquire I can not undo
Upon my arm, as equator round our very earth
Is bound with leather strap, and nimble lock
A dream of time, of days, of tick and tock
Of life, it's passage, to the grave from birth
A timepiece, chroniker, a metronome, a watch
In and of itself a wondrous thing
And as I watch it circumnavigate it's ring
I have but a single question, single catch
When on it's surface, with extended digits laid
With tap, with stroke, with haste, with patience and between
Expected outcome of my action, none are seen
And of my merits, now am I afraid
I humbly ask of you, my genesis, my kin
Am I the one who know not how to utilize
This measurer of time, this timeless prize
Am I unknown to functions laid within
No prodding, poking, touch or stroke
Have rendered changes visually
And therefore I conclude I now can see
The functions I can not provoke
I utter loudly "what the fuck"
Have you equipped it with parental lock?