Hey, hold up…

You think people rollin’ out with stick money? In this economy? People got oxygen taxes, man.

Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?

Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.

I backpack it. Mines not exactly huge, but it’s enough, and easy to lug around. If you hunt around, you can find some fun ones. I picked up mine from a metaphysical shop.

They can also be a fun way to express yourself a little, hang things from the zippers(I have a Sword-mode Kirby on one of mine), pins.

A fucking reprimand.

For an absolute overstep of boundaries and abuse of power.

To someone who, given his past actions mentioned in the article, could not care less.

That is just the most toothless, disappointing response. I undersand if there’s not more that can be done, but that in and of itself is a goddamn problem.

What fucks with me these days are the less gory ones.

Like watching a woman’s hand get caught under a rivet press because she thought she would be quick enough. Safeties failed, no one could hit the kill switch in time. She’s lucky she has use of that hand left, at this point.

Maybe it’s a Swordbreaker axe, turn the triangle on its head.

Mans been holding onto it since back in the Prologue, probably has some Durability left.

I have a love/hate relationship with the safety crew.

They’re why I have to waste time each year rewatching the exact same shit, but equally, I have seen too many incidents of someone ignoring the protocol and getting severely hurt.

That explains why “Cry of the Black Birds” was on the official soundtrack.

That’s when you turn it into a running gag, and see if anyone notices before they’re clearing out whole camps simply named “Phil”.

I cannot overstate just how absolutely freeing a nice skirt or dress feels. You’re cooler, and you get to do the spinnys, so you’re cooler.

Fuck fashion, cargo shorts and pants are the utility clothing. They look decent, plenty of pockets, comfy as fuck. You can be prepared for a multitude of events at any given moment.

Rock what you wanna rock! If it’s comfy, and you like yourself in it, it’s a good pick.

Funnily, an ultra cute pair of capri-style leggings(I was not paying attention, just saw my size with a pattern that weren’t aimed at kids) were one of my gateways. I’ve just slowly worked my way up to showing more leg, and reminded myself that all that matters is if I think I look cute in it.

Warm up some garlic naan, then plop your pasta on top. I think it turns out better than a tortilla.

There’s just a mild dissonance between that title(which is an awful thing, hopefully they all land on their feet after this), and the happy as fuck Disney Magic Kingdoms image.

You happy about this, Mickey? Does this please your cold corporate heart? They shoulda tied you to the anchor and left you for erased, you sick rat.

I, sadly, kinda feel this. As someone who has spent most of their waking life in some form of jeans or long pyjama pants and has now started making some major wardrobe changes, I did not know how to handle showing my legs.

I understood the phrase “chicken legs”. Though that might have been dysphoria fueled.

So, uhh…

How’d you taste? They leave good reviews? No weird diseases, properly cooked?

And how much?

“DAMMIT, STEVE! Alright, everyone, back in position, warm up the flamethrower again. AND REALLY COAT YOURSELF THIS TIME, STEVEN! I WANT THE PRESSURE OF YOUR CLENCHED ASSCHEEKS TO CAUSE SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION!”

They won’t until they absolutely have to.

Which at this rate is fucking never.

The Pain went by pretty quick for me, just tranq’d him down and got the camo.

Who you’re looking for is The End, took like 8 days to finish blathering and die so I could eat his bird raw over his pathetic corpse.

This is so adorable! Absolutely love it! The King of the Cosmos would give this a top tier “Well, you did your best”, and turn it into the prettiest planet we’ve seen.