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I mean, this but unironically? No one should be seeing homeless people because they shouldn’t be homeless.
Well they had better take the time to do some unnecessary karaoke scenes. Live action “24-hour Cinderella” or I’m out.
You know, I find the most erotic part of a woman is the neurotoxin dispensers.
Neither of them compare to The Neptunes. They had a fucking shark on the drums.
I remember a lot more of those stick-on glow in the dark plastic stars, if nothing else.
This is utter hogshit, but also seems relatively easy to work around. “I am legally forbidden from sharing my opinions on the quality of Marvel Rivals.” is a pretty clear and succinct review that technically flies under their legal fuckery.
And would sometimes accuse chestnuts of being lazy?
You want beans? I’ll give you all the beans you can handle…
I have been called a pig, and I am frequently in a pickle. I feel so represented.
Marv, pull up SCP-2669 please.
Jim Butcher. He sits firmly and unapologetically in his fantasy niche, so if that’s not your thing you may be disappointed, but the man writes good dialogue and he can turn a phrase.
They’re even better raw!
So I found out after I posted this that there’s a demo, and 40 minutes in I already like Valvotorez more than Laharl, and at least on par with Adell. Seems like I’ll finish the demo to eb sure, and probably pick it up.
It wasn’t necessarily a badly-designed feature, I’m just bitter because I sucked.
Replay by Ken Grimwood.
A man dies in 1988 and wakes back up as himself in the 60s, but with current memories.
I think people can probably take different things from this book, but one thing I got out of it was an appreciation for the fact that I very likely wouldn’t have any of the things I treasure in life, had some of my tragedies not adjusted my course.
Even if you could go back and “do things right”, you’re a different person with all your future experiences. What if in trying to fix the past, you lost something you couldn’t live without?
Does anybody want a peanut?
Would you ask the wind not to blow?
Would you demand the sun to stand still in the skies?
Would you shackle a god?
Comrade Crow, vol. 1: An Attempted Murder
I name him Panini.