

Don’t forget the boob window.


Don’t forget the boob window.


I love natural immunity. That’s why I jump start it by introducing a weakened or dead version of the virus to my immune system, so I’m protected before I’m ever actually exposed.


The necktie people’s understanding of tech is probably limited to “green good red bad” while looking at spreadsheets. It’s better if they don’t know about whatever wizardry you performed.
Uv light won’t do anything to fix diarrhea.
They have concepts of plans.
Aside from the 7 minute fistfight that could’ve been a conversation.
I have a Costco pack of hard boiled eggs and a tub of mayo in my fridge just so I can make egg salad on demand.
That’s why I go to bed early. It gives me even more time to be anxious about how I am not falling asleep even though I need to get up early.
The double takes I get when I heely across a parking lot fuel me. I gotta be nonchalant about it of course but sometimes I get a “YO HOLY SHIT” reaction and I gotta give em a shit eating grin.
6 string has fret marks on 2 4 6. The bass is missing a tuning peg and the head is way too big, also fucked up fret marks. Clanker detected.


Project wingman. I was expecting a silly arcade flight sim with a passable plot. I did not expect the emotions. Soundtrack is peak. Also hella immersive in vr.
Edit: I realized the comm after I posted. In that case I’d probably go with fallout 3. Just wandering around uncovering secrets with no guides was great. Plus being able to experience liberty prime football tossing nukes while spouting jingoistic one liners as if it was the first time would be amazing.
There was a significant period of time where I was faster with t9 than the physical keyboard on my original Droid.
VW is probably very happy that tesla is now known as the nazi car maker.
Should change the label.


This turned my brain into orange drink.
Guilty? Nah. Valheim is one of my favorite games. My first adventure into the plains was ROUGH. I developed a burning hatred for those little green goblin bastards. I got stronger, then I came for their heads.
Mobs in valheim have a low chance to drop a trophy. For most things, it’s a head. I currently have about 300 fuling (goblin) heads lining the walls of a shed. I have killed thousands and it brings me joy.
Forced is a bit of a cop out. Nobody is forced to take a masochist pawn, cut off their arms and legs, and rig them up with a joywire and psychic harmonizer. And nobody ever made hundreds of human skin hats out of necessity.
Though I have on one occasion initiated a nuclear meltdown due to a particularly nasty infestation that caused a full evacuation. The full cataphract armored kill team I sent to reclaim the base got trashed but one managed to limp to the reactor and shut off the cooling.
Oh and the one time I stored an antigrain warhead next to something electrical and a zzt blew the whole base to hell but that wasn’t on purpose.


Sounds like it’d be really easy to drown a whole invasion force really quick.
The floor is much much lower than this. After the CCA was introduced and the villain had to be caught by the end of every issue, artists just starting making up the most off the wall shit to have someone for the hero to beat up and toss in jail.
Funnily enough (though this may be what you’re referring to) in FFXIV instead of shattering the ice by snapping her fingers, she steps on the head of one of the frozen players.