Psst, it’s “err”, not “air”. Pronounced the same.
Psst, it’s “err”, not “air”. Pronounced the same.
Pumpkin spice old fashioned. With real pumpkin puree!
I ask myself “why?” after most Steam sales, one of which was earlier this month. Six or seven new games to join the backlog. Relatively cheap, to be fair.
I’m not a fan of the “new car smell”, for some reason. The “new computer smell”, on the other hand, is a rare treat.
Most seafood doesn’t get me too badly, though I still don’t like it. Cooking shrimp, on the other hand, makes it hurt to breathe for some reason. Not the same as nausea, but it still sucks.
I have a few that some others in the thread have already mentioned, but I can also:
Same here. Someone else in the thread said that’s your tensor tympani muscle.
The story was written for an audience of about 5 aging hipsters from Brooklyn.
Well said. The whole “epilogue” read like a hypercondensed Manifesto of the Pathological Twat.
After leaving it in my backlog for close to a decade, I finally started playing Fallout 3. Yeah. On a technical level it’s mostly fine, save for some shocking framerate dips and the way it sometimes repeats my movement inputs. Other than that, it’s a pretty good game, particularly for loot whores like myself.
An indie game called OneShot from the Undertale knockoff genre has only one choice that matters, but god damn what a horrible choice, particularly since a child has to make it. And by the way, the game is called OneShot because it’s designed to be played exactly once. If you want to play again, you have to mess with some files to do so.
I didn’t sleep the night after I played that part in MGS5. “We live and die by your orders, Boss” while morosely humming the Peace Walker theme – it’s like Kojima was trying to make the player share Snake’s PTSD.
Yes, we all do, and most of us outgrow it.
~400BC
And yet the quote is still somehow not even remotely old.
All to make their job easier, lol.
Not a teacher, but what I keep reading is that they’re trying not to get pilloried by students’ screaming MAGA parents.
It wasn’t super meaningful from a narrative perspective, but no one who played Unreal when it was new is likely to forget that first step off the Vortex Riker onto Na Pali. Sure, there had been games like Myst, but this not only elevated how beautiful games can be, but put the player right in the middle of it like nothing else did. Not an easy moment to recreate. To be honest, that game plus UT2003/04 had some of the best graphics in the business, from both the technical and design standpoints.
Same here. One of the instructions was “write your name on the board.” Hardcore shaming.