I’ve grown fond of “Don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me, we have to exist on this marble together, so how about we work to make it better”.
We’re all in the shit together, but if they wanna make it smell worse, they deserve the punch.
I think that’s actually a service, somewhere. They bring the treadmill to the dogs.
Are we sure he’s a bottom?
Sure, the Bros got inside him, but he did the voring.
Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?
Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.
They won’t until they absolutely have to.
Which at this rate is fucking never.
Only one way to find out. We need to find the Glove, rip out his skull, and find out if it’s full of brownies so dank they raise the dead.
“All babies look vaguely like Winston Churchill”(to absolutely brutalize a Good Omens quote).
One of the first games I encountered that included my Steam handle in the opening credits. At first, I thought it was cute, acknowledge the player.
I quickly realized it was a reminder. You are always the one in control. You are always the one to pull the trigger. You are making the choice to continue, and it is always an option to walk away. To turn off the game. To try to forget.
Just two horny bros, not a Nidorina in sight.