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check this out i'm playing bad apple in your imagination

reblog to play bad apple on your mutuals

One thing not enough model kit enthusiasts talk about is how often you can save money by shopping for your hobby tools...in the makeup department.

If you want to rope in the tabletop roleplaying crowd as well, it's worth noting that most commercially available dice bags are literally just jewellery pouches that've been relabelled and marked up by a couple hundred percent. You'll have a much wider selection of colours and styles than your local game shop's standard black, blue and brown, too; don't you want your dice to feel pretty?

The fact that GLaDOS drops Chell off in a post apocalyptic world but we never get to see canon rugged post apocalyptic survivor Chell has harrowed me for 7 years. That is like the one reason I wanted a Portal 3. I NEED to see her timeskipped with 20% more stress induced gray hairs, and a rifle, and tattered jacket, and bandaged hands, and chilling and cooking a rotisserie headcrab over a fire in her impromptu camp with like her long stretch of chain reaction physics based traps surrounding it, and she is using the companion cube as a bench. I know she has the will to carve it out, out there

and glados has to shuffle her sad gay ass over in the form of a tiny mobile messenger bot because she needs help because the combine or something are breaching aperture and surely even chell will see that it would be a disaster if they got their hands on aperture technology. but in trying to reach her she accidentally triggers a trap and gets bounced around wildly to each of the other traps in succession as is the design and chell just watches the whole thing without helping even though she knows who it is. This is the beginning of portal 3 btw so i hope you imagined that in first person POV

the first pitch for portal 3 that has me on board normally I'm like nah bruh the narrative arc has reached a satisfying conclusion we're done here but the idea of Glados building herself a skittery little mobile body and running after Chell to ask for help delights and intrigues me 'there are rude violent disgusting humans destroying my test chambers' 'so I immediately thought of you. the rudest most violent maniac I've ever known' and technically this is all your fault seeing as YOU disabled my deadly neurotoxin and left me alone and defenceless to the whims of a cruel uncaring world are you going to take responsibility for your actions or are you gping to let these ruffians escape with the power to detonate the planet oh did I not mention the aperture science planetary detonation device?