Same here. One of the instructions was “write your name on the board.” Hardcore shaming.
Same here. One of the instructions was “write your name on the board.” Hardcore shaming.
Pumpkin spice old fashioned. With real pumpkin puree!
I ask myself “why?” after most Steam sales, one of which was earlier this month. Six or seven new games to join the backlog. Relatively cheap, to be fair.
I’m not a fan of the “new car smell”, for some reason. The “new computer smell”, on the other hand, is a rare treat.
Most seafood doesn’t get me too badly, though I still don’t like it. Cooking shrimp, on the other hand, makes it hurt to breathe for some reason. Not the same as nausea, but it still sucks.
I have a few that some others in the thread have already mentioned, but I can also:
Same here. Someone else in the thread said that’s your tensor tympani muscle.
The story was written for an audience of about 5 aging hipsters from Brooklyn.
Well said. The whole “epilogue” read like a hypercondensed Manifesto of the Pathological Twat.
I thought I was so creative…
How hard is it to press on the stall door and if it doesn’t open, just move on to the next?
It wasn’t super meaningful from a narrative perspective, but no one who played Unreal when it was new is likely to forget that first step off the Vortex Riker onto Na Pali. Sure, there had been games like Myst, but this not only elevated how beautiful games can be, but put the player right in the middle of it like nothing else did. Not an easy moment to recreate. To be honest, that game plus UT2003/04 had some of the best graphics in the business, from both the technical and design standpoints.
I sing this to myself every time I see one on the road: https://youtu.be/U-i4RTUpKGY
Also this: https://youtu.be/S0ximxe4XtU
Why yes, I do like juvenile internet garbage. How could you tell?