Thank you for this generous-minded clarification.
Rare case where I hope it’s AI because I want that not to be real
OK, I’ll bite. What’s Gal Godot good in?
Seeing some interesting discourse here saying some people need to get over themselves.
Stuff isn’t always whimsical. There’s a BBQ place in my town where they call the less-spicy sauce “Sissy Sause”. I am never the one ordering, happily, or I’d be asking for “faggot sauce” to force them to own up to what they’re doing.
Two others I mourn the death of, as in, it’s more often done wrongly than not, at least on the Internet:
“Led” as the past tense of “lead”: I basically never see it any more. People just use “lead” for the past tense; and
Singular “die.” People just use “dice” for both plural and singular. Though I occasionally see plural “die.” I hate this.
Goddamnit autocorrect. Fixed
They also have 220v house current, making their kettles much faster. But even with 110v mains a kettle is best
This implies the existence of pubic hair above the neck and I am feeling concerned
BROTHERS: A TALE OF TWO SONS MENTIONED
Truly one of the all-time greats and it drives me crazy because I can’t explain what makes it so good without spoiling it!
That death, and the “death” of half your controller, feels like an amputation. It makes it so real and visceral. Like real grief, the feeling is that a part of you has been ripped away. Frankly “meditations on grief” are a dime a dozen in indie games, but this one is one of the most intense ugly-cry gut-punches I have ever experienced in any medium. Well actually the ugly cry was later, when you realize the absolute devastation the father suffers.
But yeah, that controller trick–and realizing you even can use the other half to swim–phew. Just such a good game. Always happy when I see someone else who has played it.
Little rills of sweat making temporary clean streaks in the dust, tracing down across the belt of Adonis, pointing to what is hidden but implied… Sorry, where was I? Plowing. Right, plowing, like manly, definitely straight guys.
Plowing.
Think of it like the difference between pulling your car’s registration info and tracking your car across thousands of Flock cameras. At some point, scale is qualitatively different.
When did the “simulated blowjob poking your cheek with your tongue” come out? That was advanced technology