I didn’t realize pelicans had figured out how to type. The last time I tried to teach them, they ate the keyboard.
I didn’t realize pelicans had figured out how to type. The last time I tried to teach them, they ate the keyboard.
I’ve played too much Gaige. It’s now instinct to rebind my reload key to somewhere far, far away from everything else, no matter what game I play.
Why, yes, I do hate myself, what gave it away?
First, abandon your spoon. You only need a fork and a tac-knife.
Second, kill and eat at least one of every species you come across, and rank how delicious it is.
Third, get in the box. You can think. In the box. You’ll feel free. In the box. Everything is better… In the box.
Fourth, stock up on glowing mushrooms. They’ll recharge your batteries.
You know he’s never going to give it to you.
Embrace the Rot by Endless Tavern.
That also takes dedicating a good chunk of time to practice.
Backpacks are also an option. It’s been my preference, also handy if I need to lug anything larger around for some reason.
Bonus points: Lotta space to put pins for decoration. Downside: Damn, enamel pins get expensive.
Except for a few times.
Like the island full of zombies.
Or K.I.S.S dealing with interdimendional threats by riding on a giant guitar ship powered by rock, and that Gene Simmons may be a literal demon, not just an abhorrent human being.
“Lifeless black eyes, like a dolls eyes”.
Just avoid Australia, you’ll be fine.
They’ll look mean, and your cook can at least handle a couple methheads(maybe more, depends on when they last stepped out back to take a bump), but if you’re not there to cause problems, a lot of that demeanor can fall away.
Especially your owl crews. They gauge you upon entrance, you’re either fucked to the gills to start shit, or you’re that special kinda person who really just wanted some smothered, covered, and chunked hashbrowns at 1:45AM.
But he’s fully functional!
“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.
We need to normalize platonic vulnerability sessions. Just having a nice cuddle with friends, feeling open and okay.
I prefer when my burger heals thyself.
Infinite burger.
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.
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.
Isis being informed that Osiris’ penis had been taken.
If you can Raiden your sword, don’t let this picture stop you.
Hold that sword with your foot. Do big spins, and swap which foot midair. You can hold a sword with your foot. You are your own master now.