It almost sounds wrong without the hit markers and low-health beeps.
It almost sounds wrong without the hit markers and low-health beeps.
Thumbnail looks like a horny cacodemon.
They look fine. Maybe some rosemary? Decently browned, too. All I’d worry about is “new potatoes” getting gummy when slow-cooked.
Garlic powder and salt when they come out, spritz of lemon, she’ll be right.
“Why do you want that?”
Incorrect. Next.
Given typical inflatable-pool marketing, that ice bath is two feet wide.
Nonprofit gacha. That’s a new one.
Still no.
Video game stories being famously unique and not at all formulaic.
I fondly remember Beaucoup, mostly because of the boundless optimism necessary to assume Americans could spell Beaucoup.
Google played themselves by making an autocorrect that wouldn’t swear.
Hey - I should found a business named Thus.
Name eating thingy, SCP-5300… ish. Reclassified a few times as prior efforts were misplaced. You’d swear they were right here. One of them had a good name, something-phage. Borderline antimemetic. Passed back and forth between departments, and never really lost, but not exactly pinned-down to the foundation’s typical standards. Rated safe - just kind of a pain in the ass. Mostly harmless.
Most soaps wish they could be as melodramatic as the rugby baby scene.
Thanks, Satan.
“Because otherwise there wouldn’t be a mooovie.”
Nothing inside a video game should cost real money.
The difference between this abusive horseshit and any cheaper example is quantitative - not qualitative.
See also “ancient stone tool.”
It is buck wild that these networks can generate shitty English by sight alone. These aren’t the robots that scanned all the books in the library. This is purely visual.