

Get some limbs, sandbag boy.


Get some limbs, sandbag boy.
Ah, to reminisce of that time in nineteen ninety eight when the undertaker threw mankind off hеll in a cell, and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer’s table.


Search & Destroy : Sweep & Clear
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Creative & Unconventional : Cruel & Unusual
We should let turtles recover their image and exclusively use this image.
Omg I want to attend his memorial with this on my shirt.
No, that’s licorice. You’re thinking of that antifungal cream.


My own MAGA parent, at present.


Somebody shoot him another email.


maybe Days Gone
Zombie hordes and motorcycles in an open world. Feels kind of like Far Cry 3/4/5.


I had never seen the 2nd video or heard the song, but it is beautiful.
This BFG likes her beans human




Googled it. Checks out.





That video of Carsie Blanton hooked me on her. This is folk music, y’all.


[Three stations] however, were open from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m., a completely reasonable schedule given most Vegas tourists are tucked back in their beds by 8:30 p.m.
🤣
That armored bulldozer guy: could one do that with a submarine?
Maybe being in Early Access is why I behave differently with Subnautica 2. I manually save and then exit without saving because, illogically, “I remember exaCtlY wHAt I was dOing at the moment I manually saved, but who knows what the Save & Exit option will do to my saves list without my permission, or where it’ll drop me upon loading as compared to loading my manual save.”
And yet I affirm that every single time I go to load a save, there’s an identical non-manual save parked right above my actual manual save. Can’t tell if it’s an actual separate autosave or just a duplicated view of my manual save, though occasionally I notice two different time stamps (I assume from unsaved Exits I performed when drowning) and my brain says “AHAA! Not catching ME slacking” as I proudly load the manual save.
Just dumb fun brain arguments that only persist because I’m not hurting anyone (else).


A half measure
This got me imagining a guillotine-ing that is narrated by the How It’s Made people.