Beach dates with Miller.
The Spa Incident.
“You’re pretty good”.
Outer Heaven be gay as hell.
Beach dates with Miller.
The Spa Incident.
“You’re pretty good”.
Outer Heaven be gay as hell.
Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?
Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.
They won’t until they absolutely have to.
Which at this rate is fucking never.
Big mallet? That’s for opening the doors.
Explosives on every support beam, watch it collapse, hammer down whatever’s still standing.
I’m trying to get my own hands on it, but all of her cookbooks are in boxes that currently reside with my grandfather’s new wife, who has made it her mission to piss on everything of his old life, even his family.
Funnily enough, the men in my family are the cooks, normally!
My step-grandmother, though… She knew how to bake. It didn’t matter what she decided to make, it would turn out delicious. She refined a Black Forest cake recipe from scratch, I’ve never had another one like it. The moistness of the cake, icing just rich enough to make a statement, cherries that were the perfect ripeness.
She ruined that cake for me. I know a part of it is the memories, all the time wrapped around when she would bake that, but if I had one wish, it would be to have one more slice.
Slowly grinding my way through a Pokemon Red Professor Oaks Challenge(Yay, switch-training Magikarp…), and when my brains to the point of melting from that, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. Kitsune Bladebound Magus, happily traipsing her fluffy way down wherever Desna may guide her.
May the Gods have mercy on the crusade she’s going to lead.
Only one way to find out. We need to find the Glove, rip out his skull, and find out if it’s full of brownies so dank they raise the dead.
“All babies look vaguely like Winston Churchill”(to absolutely brutalize a Good Omens quote).
Those Capitalist’s sure are a contentious lot.
I wish I did! There’s a photo album, somewhere, that has some pictures from back then, but I have no clue which relative most likely has those.
Not really “rare”, outside of it’s niche, but definitely unusual!
I owned a 1969 Volkswagen Beetle, with an electromagnetic clutch. Instead of a clutch pedal, you pressed down on the stick and shifted it up/down, releasing once in position.
Not many vehicles used that particular style of clutch, and that was one of the last years VW built a model with one, as far as I’m aware. Miss that little car.
They might not be the fastest or prettiest, but old Volkswagens were reliable and stupid simple. Still hope to one day get my hands on an old Microbus and a Karmann Ghia.
If you’re exploring the green tea world, I highly recommend mint green tea. Exactly what it sounds like. I find it quite refreshing, especially after a hot day. The mint adds a nice coolness.
Just so you know, if it’s been awhile, Crate came in and did a pretty big overhaul on Grim Dawn, and are prepping for the “final” expansion that’s supposed to come sometime this year.
Dodge roll mechanic, potions are now a recharge resource versus pickups that take item space, the next expansion is adding potion customization, prettied up the old world to be more in-line with the quality the previous two expansions brought, tons of little tweaks.
It’s not exactly a “whole new game” experience, but it’s much more smoothed out!
I call it “The Muscle Zen”. You just gotta relax, trust yourself, your fingers know what to do.
Metal Gear Rising: Revengance is one for me. When I first fire up a playthrough, I’ll feel rusty as hell, but once that music starts kicking my brain, it’s like night and day.
An absolute classic, play it loud enough you’ll attract some wild Fallout fans.
Just make sure to have the right opening.
“I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE!” is my go-to.
EDIT: Right song now.
Though if anyone wants to go listen to Ookla the Moks Stop Talking About Comic Books it’s a good one.
The Four Way Split was glorious chaos, and only the craftiest screenpeeker survived. You learned psychological warfare, trying to make everyone second guess which section was theirs.
One of the first games I encountered that included my Steam handle in the opening credits. At first, I thought it was cute, acknowledge the player.
I quickly realized it was a reminder. You are always the one in control. You are always the one to pull the trigger. You are making the choice to continue, and it is always an option to walk away. To turn off the game. To try to forget.
Still Pokemon Red. I’m beginning to regret my choices. The choice to include Blue-exclusives, and trade evolutions, because PKHex makes it so easy to do. The choice to try to keep a selection of various typings caught up in level, so I’d have some decent coverage versus brute forcing.
Having the trio of starters. I think I’ve grown to hate Bulbasaur, at this point. Every time I go to drop him into my party, all I can remember is “Not very effective”, over and over again. Well into the 20s, still taking 2-3 Vine Whips to take out a level 6 Kakuna.