“Can’t expect me to train my replacement if I don’t remember how I did it!”

Pigs are aware of how delicious they are.

The scarier thing is that pigs are aware of how delicious we are.

You played as an ancestor of Spider Jerusalem?

We need to normalize platonic vulnerability sessions. Just having a nice cuddle with friends, feeling open and okay.

Just the one turtle. Well, at least per world. I guess two, it you drop off the edge while they’re mating.

And there’s four elephants down there, too.

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Handy, strong build from their work, probably the next Lord of Salamandastron.

Just gotta keep away if the Mist kicks in.

Do we mean spray it with some form of perfume, or turn it into a scent?

Cause I feel like the latter is somewhere in the background of the movie “Perfume”.

Wonder how the Cane Toad populations doing these days…

Thomas Wayne loses half his fortune in the divorce, and keeps losing more in child support. His depression keeps growing, he can’t bring enough in. He can’t do anything.

Alfred retires. There’s no place for him anymore. He later hears about his old boss eating the double barrel. He attends the funeral , quietly wishing the man had just asked him. He would’ve been kinder.

Martha lives a lavish lifestyle, leaving Bruce to the side. He gets a common man’s education, common work. The death of his father still haunts him, that final moment when the young boy peaked into the casket burned into his mind.

He decides no one should go through this. There has to be a better way. He doesn’t have much, can barely keep food on the table for just himself, but he stays up late, working. Learning. Getting better.

One morning, he goes into the sanitation department where he works, and informs them he’s quitting at the end of the day. He has a new dream, one that’s going to take all his time.

A month later, his old coworkers are out on the job, and what do they see? Bruce Wayne, Marriage Councilor.

He beats the couples until they agree to remain together. He dies penniless, alone, and destitute, having never succeeded.

I prefer when my burger heals thyself.

Infinite burger.

I have played the entire series so far. I’ll end up playing 4.

I still can’t explain what the fuck has happened up until this point in a way that doesn’t become nonsense to my own ears. Especially once the time travel gets involved.

This is what happens when you take things away. Used to be you’d just levitate yourself wherever you needed to go.

Then there’s Fallout. Who needs horses? Courier can carry themself and 400 pounds of Sunset Sarsaparilla up a damn near vertical cliff face if you do the side-to-side.

Kinda surprised it took this long for someone to take another whack.

For anyone hungry for some DMC, there’s a 2007 series. It takes place between DMC 1 and 2, 12 episodes, I remember having a decent time with it. No clue if there’s an English dub, I remember finding it on sketchy sites with subs, back in the day.

Now look, you didn’t just post Scrooge. This looks to be Kingdom Hearts 2 Scrooge.

Yes, he’s a capitalist bastard who needs plucked and done up in orange sauce, but let him finish that Sea Salt ice cream thing. Then we do him up, and have ice cream worth being shoved from the roof of a clock tower because your life is a lie and a failure.

I wish I could read hieroglyphs to tell you! I just happen to love that particular tale, and any time someone posts Hieroglyph Loss, it’s where my brain goes.

He’s conditioned to fear and respect that escalator, at least.

Instead of global warming, we shoulda patrolled the Mojave.

Not with Trek, but I’m a former stagehand and I’ve done amateur stagework. Spent a lotta time building and maintaining sets and props. I’ve been there.

You’re backstage, you’ve got how everything should look memorized, it’s all set up, and for a moment, while it’s just you and that dry run, you forget yourself. You’re a part of the show.

Eventually you step back, remember it’s all fake. You notice the little flaws, notice the floor isn’t just right under your feet. You were tired, trying to get something done. A lapse.

I genuinely believe in the magic of the stage. Not in the sense of a spell, but of the ritual. No matter if it’s on a screen, or in person, if you do it right, we let go. For a moment, we forget our world and step into another.

Isis being informed that Osiris’ penis had been taken.

My friend, do yourself a favor and invest in a proper grinder. You can find pocket grinders with a kief catch for like $15. That catch will be your friend during the hard times. Let it build until you need it, and never clean that shit unless it is into your apparatus of choice.

ETA: Clean the grinder teeth, not the catch. Just knock it into the catch with a toothbrush before you do. Sometimes you can scrape some extra goodness up, but it sucks using a gummed grinder. Should be able to grind in one smooth motion, not too much resistance.