Big_Boss_77

FUCK EVERYONE, BUY TOILET PAPER

“In the beginning god created Adam and E…5 years later…oxygen atoms can have a 1s^2, 2s^2, 2p^4 electronic configurati…8 years later…the fifth string on the guitar instrument is again an E…0987654321##$$&”

Don’t worry, I fixed it for you… I transposed the $$

They’re clearly dehydrated… gotta drink water.

Looks like something out of Valkyria Chronicles…

I’ve played it since day zero, I’ve done almost no story…just wandered aimlessly exploring and solving puzzles. It’s the most fun I’ve had in ages. If you’ve any doubt, wait for it to go on sale, but do yourself a favor and grab it eventually.

He’s a prolific poster on elevator shoe forums

Just turn them into the bank as counterfeit.

If you look close, you can see the little thing on top changes, sometimes direction and sometimes it changes shape entirely.

If three of us go in, it would be a movement.

Won’t even assemble them… they’ll just buy, slap a made in USA and branding sticker, rebox, and sell at a 150% markup

Penis helicopter at finish

So far, the nested controls are the big issue, 47 actions tied to a single button and all dependent on context is a bit much.

With all the strength of a raging fire?

🎵I-----aye am a maan, of constant sorROWS🎵

The Metal Gear Solid Series

Second edibles are the fucking devil… those assholes wait until you’re in the pocket and then launch you straight to space shuttle status with a swift kick to the junk.

You’re pretty good.

[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]