Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?
Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.
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.
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).
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.
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.
There’s Ravager, he’s one of Soundwaves Cassettcons. Not a CAT, but still a cat.
2010ish?
They’ve had some shoddy shit, but they also have some solid titles in their backlog. The Rayman series, P.O.D, Gex, Splinter Cell, the original Rainbow Six titles, Beyond Good and Evil.
I’ll take my pills and go sit down now.
Tight space requirements.
The childbots yearn for the tubes.
United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement, border patrol. They’re notorious for the abuse of immigrants(even legal ones) trying to cross over from Mexico.
Unless you have tinnitus.
Then you’re possibly going to hear it very frequently.
Sometimes I have fun pretending to be a character reacting to a situation. Not always while alone, either.
I playfully narrated my ex playing Borderlands as Cid. Specifically FF7 Cid. Had us both fucking dying as I would just randomly launch into it, normally while stoned with the pipe still in the corner of my mouth.
It’s entertaining as fuck.
“And if you don’t believe in Jesus, and Osiris or Isis, too, and while the world is warrin’, we’ll just sit back and laugh at you.”
Sounds like someone needs a cantaloupe and a microwave to me.
I think that’s actually a service, somewhere. They bring the treadmill to the dogs.