Fair play to your ma!
Fair play to your ma!
The “Great Elon Musk”? This is a meme, right? Anon is at it again?
Probably would if he could
I discovered this today (having never played bedrock) and was absolutely delighted as exploration and filling maps is my favourite pass time! I don’t remember losing my maps contents as I zoom out, though.
I’m guessing the joke is three big guys trying to enter that tiny door at the same time? (sorry, I’m only vaguely familiar with the term “galoot”)
“Hey guys, I think this PC thing might not be a fad after all!”
Amigara is in Uganda?
Some people insist on having a nametag on 4chan.
I think he was on about Norn Iron, not The Republic.
It’s Far Cry with an amazingly immersive Pandora skin. It’s not shite, it’s just… solidly mediocre fun? Unsurprisingly consistent?
Like, they are endlessly perfecting the formula, like any other AAA company that has found something that works.
In the West. In China there are several amazing alternatives; they are like ten years ahead.
Makes me so annoyed that we are stuck with this monopoly.
You say that like black people actually vote for Trump? Does that happen? I’m actually curious now.
You think the rest of the world doesn’t follow the news when a lunatic is in the run with an actual chance of getting elected?
Turns out we have journalists, in France!
I’m guessing what you describe is like some of my knives (IKEA ones iirc) getting rust on them if they don’t get dried properly and are left to dry with water left on them?
Still sounds like terrible design when no car I’ve ever seen has this sort of problem.
You forgot your maid bonnet. Classic blunder!
I was like “oh, I gotta remember that duck billed one. That’s an ugly one too. Ugliest I ever saw!”
It’s the Multipla. It’s a Fiat, though.
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Right but my point is that when you start to follow the money in Shadowrun, you invariably end up with a dragon. Like, they took the metaphor literally and so the richest hoarders in the world, with their claws in every possible pie, influencing the destiny of entire countries, are literal dragons.
One of the first Irish guys I met in Ireland was the son of French teacher. He had been born while she was working in Africa (I forget which country) and so spoke absolutely fluent French, but with the thickest of African accents. Chatting with him was a delight, but also a constant struggle between my respect for him and complete hilarity.