Heroes aren’t always good people. Their reasons are lost to time to the average person, but the message is remembered. The actions supersede the reason.
Guy Fawkes is not remembered as a person, he’s remembered as a figure.
Not calling this a good thing.
Adding on to your feeling like they can’t talk being bad, sometimes places like these are the only places someone feels like they have. They’re fairly anonymous, it can be easily deleted, there’s low risk of someone in your personal life finding out.
It’s a chance to scream into the void, while still feeling seen.
But your snow is, at least, fireproof!
Not all snow can make that promise. Some is quite flammable.
Yes, it was! In fact, this wasn’t uncommon! Several early PC titles would ask you questions and point you to the page in the manual.
Another one was Code Rings, cardboard discs you had to align words/symbols on to get the code to play the game.
If you lost your manual/ring, or bought a second hand copy without one, you were absolutely fucked on playing your game.
Have a nice sit, let your body do its thing. Less screen time would probably help your head right now. Maybe a nice shower? Might help some things relax, if you can manage it.
Damn, I just can’t get my limbs to become lava lamps. I’m flapping as hard as I can, they just refuse to become a liquid.
I can’t believe I forgot the Thief games! Absolute classics. I need to get around to replaying them sometime soon.
Opposing Forces is the better of the two, but if you enjoyed the general story/feel of Half-Life, they’re definitely worth at least giving a shot.
Deus Ex and System Shock should definitely be on your list, just skip Deus Ex: Invisible War.
Also, as I don’t see them listed, did you check out Blue Shift and Opposing Forces? They’re 2 Half-Life expansions made by Gearbox, back in the day, that show the events of HL1 from different points of view.
Our future overlords can be easily manipulated with Taco Bell and alcohol.
You won’t even notice if it happens.
Thinking takes brain wrinkles.
There’s no thoughts in that head. Merely a marble.
Thanksgiving and Christmas for me, right now. Thankfully the last year I’ll have to spend with these people, but still hurts knowing I have to put the mask back on and be someone I’m not these last two times.
Yay for another meal having to force a smile hearing about how much people genuinely hate me for something out of my control. Time to put more teeth marks in my tongue.
Sometimes. It seems to depend on the day. If I’m up doing a lot, definitely not, but if I’m taking a complete lazy day, just do what needs done and relax? I’ll end up taking a mid-day nap. Especially if one of the cats decides to get snuggly, a relaxed purring cat on my chest is bound to knock me out for at least 30 minutes.
This is actually a really difficult question, because the answer is “it depends”.
Body chemistry can play a big part in scents. What smells good on one person might smell like absolute ass on another.
Normally I recommend we start small, just a little fire.
Fuck it in this case. Exterminatus.
Yeah, what the fuck?
A plain is mostly grasses. Meadows, fields, and battlefields have flowers.
And love can bloom on them.
When you encounter things like this, God has abandoned you.
Fire hasn’t, though. Fire has no fickle loyalties. All can burn.
Well, he looks quite pleased about it. Probably takes a lot for a caterpillar to reach the rank of Emperor.
They creeped me out as a kid. It didn’t help that I had this concept that they were like “evil” butterflies. Child brain hardcore taking my grandmother’s complaining about moths eating clothes and being a nuisance too far.
Absolutely adore them, now. Go ahead and enjoy some lamp, little friend, you’ve earned it.
I’m all for embracing life changes, but have you seen the hell that make-up takes?
There’s the horns, the skin painting… It’s hours being Tim Curry.