Gotta knit your own socks bro

Honestly I’m just looking for a buzz after Elden Ring destroyed my future expectations for RPG games…

Oh snap! I’ll check it out! I need a new game to play

Never played Lies of P. Does that mean the actual title is Lies of Pinocchio? Or just a joke?

Yeah I mean I thought he was worried she’d deliver a block of wood, but idk I thought it was nice.

Love it. Someone get Sluggo a leather biker jacket. Also find him a hat, quick!

I wonder what happened to Thing. Tragic death and all that could be saved was a single reanimated hand?

I watched this entirely too long before I realized it was looped. Sitting there like… does he get in? Cmon little guy…

Meanwhile Linux from Scratch is just no-show socks

I seems like later Uncle Fester took over the design of Thing, who was replaced by a hairy… uhh… thing hand.

Edit: had my characters mixed up

Pro tip: carry an apple and they cant legally bill you for health care.

The police are now investigating how the robot worked at the time of the assault and whether someone was deliberately controlling its movements.

Like… are you fucking kidding me??

I personally saw one of these clankers dancing on the street in a popular entertainment district near me last weekend and they’re very obviously controlled by someone near by. People stop and watch, pose for photos, and the operator talks to people.

The way people use these to normalize AI interaction in society to where casual observers just think these are autonomous… it’s up there with people being duped into believing you can torture a glorified auto correct script.

Such a great game. Even better soundtrack

Well, except Britain promised freedom to slaves that fought for their cause, so I still assume it means slaves in the literal sense.

Kinda fucked the US didn’t do the same given the whole fight for freedom bit…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_Americans_in_the_Revolutionary_War

So… like by that logic, should dog food come in crap flavor?

No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave

The fuck?

I thought verse two was: “Play ball!”

I’d say, if only he wasn’t so closeted, but let’s be honest… he’d still be a narcissistic racist pedo bastard even if he was open about it.

It had been a while.

In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin’ hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this Hitchhiker that was sweatin’ gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.

Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes.

Name was Russell.

Always love Xavier