welcome to my twisted pretzel

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you're such a disgusting pervert (i say with barely contained lust ready to eat you alive)

I mean, in some very interesting Technically Correct ways, they didn't actually die? Now, they're very much no longer alive. But the forces involved are such that they didn't get any of the usual cellular processes of death, they simply went from biology to physics in less time than it takes a signal to travel down your optic nerve.

TRIP REPORT. Dosage: .25L hot chocolate, 15g marshmallows. t-5m: began heating water, feeling anticipation. t2m: extremely cozy throughout whole body.

I think flinching is such a hit or miss reflex. Like yea a tiny bit of boiling water touched my hand but i dont think reflexivly throwing the water everywhere is a good defensive measure perhaps. might be even worse actually

Your artstyle is like your gut microbiome in the way its everything you consume and like and it also has all your bacteria up in it. Thats probably how that works

they keep making games bigger and worse optimized and call it improvement. they say, no, the price is totally justified, because our game has More Space and your PC can't run it, which means it's Future. meanwhile the space is too big to cross. the games are too long and too poorly paced to even finish. and it doesn't look materially better than anything that came out on the 360. as if anything has ever done as much or gone as hard in 100 hours as Portal did in three.

It'll be this way for the foreseeable future though because the average gamer actively hates art and unique experience, only playing video games for the purpose of...like...I don't know. Saying you've played it I guess??? Being able to claim you have a hobby while not having to engage with something in a meaningful way?? I refuse to believe these people that are paying $80 for the newest cookie cutter Unreal Engine PC nuker actually have more fun doing that than playing indies

Might start "stealing valor" in absurd ways, like claiming that I'm the last surviving flight deck officer of the USS Maine. Maybe go to veterans events and insist that I was an RTO at Bull Run.

Gonna roll up to the VFW hall and regale them with stories abt marching to New Orleens with Colonel Jackson way back in eighteen and fourteen

Going to a local veterans breakfast and claiming I was in Sherman’s march to the sea

I was a helicopter pilot at Verdun during the Great War

Dick got blown off when the Canadians invaded DC

I was a door gunner on Noah's Ark, a road guard on the Red Sea crossing, and the Mess Sergeant at the Last Supper.

Person who has burned too much midnight oil: Hunh I wonder why I am out of oil at noon on a Wednesday. It surely cannot be the consequences of my actions from the past month