I've been playing some of the old Might and Magic games lately, and while certainly there are straight examples of all three, I think they offer interesting examples of blurring the lines.
In most of them, towns aren't completely safe zones. There are often baddies in town for you to clear out, and sections of town that lead to or serve as mini-dungeons which you can easily stumble into just by kicking the wrong board or opening the wrong door. Sometimes there are also NPCs providing vital town services, who you can only find in a dungeon.
In MM7, in the last act you choose to follow Light or Dark. The opposite town essentially becomes a large open-air dungeon for you, but still has all the trappings of a regular town.
Yeah, but at least it doesn't sound like some kind of "coworkers are your friends" shit. They seem to be trying, however small, to have work accommodate socializing, instead of being it.
I feel like after couple weeks observation, I could understand the 1100s or 1200s version well enough, but it probably helps that I have vague memories of high school German classes. Speaking it would take far longer.
Aw, I'm sorry. I get nauseous and weird prickly skin along with sweating almost literal buckets when it's too warm, so I guess I do feel you on a conceptual level, at least, even if it's the reverse for me.
Someone will come up with a strat to reroll into something obscure like a wood louse and farm so much positive karma with an exploit that it won't matter how negative you were.
All the major character replacements on MASH were better than the characters they replaced. It's not that I don't like Burns and Blake, but Winchester and Potter were just so much more interesting. Trapper John was kind of a rapey creep even for the time, so there's no question BJ was the winner there. Honestly as much as I love Radar, even Klinger taking over his position was an improvement. There was only so much more they could do with his Beaver Cleaver Goes to War shtick.
We give gifts to both sets of parents as a couple, but we're both involved in picking them out.
Actually what usually happens is my wife sets me loose to wander in a store and follows me like a dowsing rod or a truffling pig, and then I stop in front of a shelf and go "I dunno, this?" and 8/10 times she goes "holy shit, yeah".
Play Weird Al's "Since You've Been Gone" instead.