Running at the speed of lobsters!
Running at the speed of lobsters!
I ask myself “why?” after most Steam sales, one of which was earlier this month. Six or seven new games to join the backlog. Relatively cheap, to be fair.
Can’t talk about grease disposal without posting this.
I’m not a fan of the “new car smell”, for some reason. The “new computer smell”, on the other hand, is a rare treat.
That’s… what Americans do. I live about 1500 miles from my parents, and only use time as a measurement if I’m planning to drive that far, mainly in days.
Good catch!
The story was written for an audience of about 5 aging hipsters from Brooklyn.
Well said. The whole “epilogue” read like a hypercondensed Manifesto of the Pathological Twat.
The banner up top is blue because it looks like denim, right?
After leaving it in my backlog for close to a decade, I finally started playing Fallout 3. Yeah. On a technical level it’s mostly fine, save for some shocking framerate dips and the way it sometimes repeats my movement inputs. Other than that, it’s a pretty good game, particularly for loot whores like myself.
For my part, I’m thinking of carrying a bag full of signs that say “Shame!” that I can put next to the offending excrement. Both to shame whoever’s responsible, but also everyone else can watch their step.
An indie game called OneShot from the Undertale knockoff genre has only one choice that matters, but god damn what a horrible choice, particularly since a child has to make it. And by the way, the game is called OneShot because it’s designed to be played exactly once. If you want to play again, you have to mess with some files to do so.
It’s coming out the wrong end of the phone.
This is missing Metal Gear Solid V: Whoa Ho.
I thought I was so creative…
How hard is it to press on the stall door and if it doesn’t open, just move on to the next?
“Hmm, we just finished killing off a revenue stream, better raise rates on the other.”
Yes, I’m still mad about the DVD service ending. Legitimately hurt my interest in movies.
Good to know. As a man, I think about Rome at least twice a day.
Pumpkin spice old fashioned. With real pumpkin puree!