So it begins…
So it begins…
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off (the) shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Tucker made the mistake of dressing up as a couch for Halloween.
You continue down the vast hallway. You try not to make eye contact with a pair of kobolds near a tiny hut. Despite trying to ignore them the kobolds still approach you and speak “Hello traveler, do you wish to remove years from your life and return to the appearance of youth?”. They motion to the tiny hut with shelves lined with lotions, eye cream, and makeup.
What do you do?
Another trick is to tell your bank to block charges from a certain company.
I had to do this because some asshat at a shoe store signed me up for Sport Illustrated even though I declined at checkout. Took multiple calls and verifications it was “canceled” with Sports Illustrated customer support and after the third time it popped up on my CC statement, I just called my bank and they were fine just reversing the charge and blocking all further charges.
Also I don’t buy shoes from those mall chain stores anymore.
Think since he is an admitted baddie he should play the Imperial March when he walks out.
sad trumpet noises
“Take away all my rights, oh yah, restrict me orange daddy! Restrict my human rights!”
So it begins…
Story sounds like vultures fighting over a carcass.
HOLY FUCK THIS IS AMAZING!
I’ll never use this. Who the fuck does need this? I download a new app maybe once every 6 months.
So Mar-a-Lago?
Grotesk maybe. The curve of “h” doesn’t seem to go high enough. Otherwise pretty close.
I’ll up vote this. I can’t pick it up any further because I’m sick of hearing about all the companions “troubled pasts”.
It’s also so over the top for each of them, it would be more refreshing if one of them just had a normal cliche backstory. Instead everyone is extremely damaged and fucked up it’s like playing D&D with a PTSD Support group.
“Oh yeah so sorry you had to watch your mother shoot up heroin and pass out every night with a different stranger. That’s pretty sad. Well um hate to interrupt, but uh just want to um keep the game going… So let’s roll to kick this goblin off a cliff.”
Ah another comrade from the “wait it out” camp.
Nothing is sweeter than getting a 10 year old game for $1 when it cost $60+ release day. Since I’m always behind there is no shortage of options.
It’s 1999, outside a theater there is a hairy middle-aged blob of flesh screaming at the sky.