I backpack it. Mines not exactly huge, but it’s enough, and easy to lug around. If you hunt around, you can find some fun ones. I picked up mine from a metaphysical shop.
They can also be a fun way to express yourself a little, hang things from the zippers(I have a Sword-mode Kirby on one of mine), pins.
What fucks with me these days are the less gory ones.
Like watching a woman’s hand get caught under a rivet press because she thought she would be quick enough. Safeties failed, no one could hit the kill switch in time. She’s lucky she has use of that hand left, at this point.
Maybe it’s a Swordbreaker axe, turn the triangle on its head.
Mans been holding onto it since back in the Prologue, probably has some Durability left.
I have a love/hate relationship with the safety crew.
They’re why I have to waste time each year rewatching the exact same shit, but equally, I have seen too many incidents of someone ignoring the protocol and getting severely hurt.
That explains why “Cry of the Black Birds” was on the official soundtrack.
That’s when you turn it into a running gag, and see if anyone notices before they’re clearing out whole camps simply named “Phil”.
I cannot overstate just how absolutely freeing a nice skirt or dress feels. You’re cooler, and you get to do the spinnys, so you’re cooler.
Fuck fashion, cargo shorts and pants are the utility clothing. They look decent, plenty of pockets, comfy as fuck. You can be prepared for a multitude of events at any given moment.
Rock what you wanna rock! If it’s comfy, and you like yourself in it, it’s a good pick.
Funnily, an ultra cute pair of capri-style leggings(I was not paying attention, just saw my size with a pattern that weren’t aimed at kids) were one of my gateways. I’ve just slowly worked my way up to showing more leg, and reminded myself that all that matters is if I think I look cute in it.
I, sadly, kinda feel this. As someone who has spent most of their waking life in some form of jeans or long pyjama pants and has now started making some major wardrobe changes, I did not know how to handle showing my legs.
I understood the phrase “chicken legs”. Though that might have been dysphoria fueled.
So, uhh…
How’d you taste? They leave good reviews? No weird diseases, properly cooked?
And how much?
They won’t until they absolutely have to.
Which at this rate is fucking never.
The Pain went by pretty quick for me, just tranq’d him down and got the camo.
Who you’re looking for is The End, took like 8 days to finish blathering and die so I could eat his bird raw over his pathetic corpse.
That’s why I don’t have a tank.
But it’s not an off comparison, you can get up to 20-30 common variety isopods for $10-15 US. When you’re looking at setting up a stable breeding population for a fairly self-sufficient terrarium, that’s going to get expensive with Rubber Duckies.
For anyone looking to get some:
Just one costs upwards of 30 dollars, US. They’re supposedly difficult to breed in captivity, and take 6 months to mature. Adorable, but that is an expensive isobuddy.
I’m trying to get my own hands on it, but all of her cookbooks are in boxes that currently reside with my grandfather’s new wife, who has made it her mission to piss on everything of his old life, even his family.
Do… Do people exist without the Rocky Horror soundtrack living in their head?
That is some prime virgin activity, which means we need to hold some Games before the show starts.
Funnily enough, the men in my family are the cooks, normally!
My step-grandmother, though… She knew how to bake. It didn’t matter what she decided to make, it would turn out delicious. She refined a Black Forest cake recipe from scratch, I’ve never had another one like it. The moistness of the cake, icing just rich enough to make a statement, cherries that were the perfect ripeness.
She ruined that cake for me. I know a part of it is the memories, all the time wrapped around when she would bake that, but if I had one wish, it would be to have one more slice.
No, it’s from Mac and Me.
Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?
Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.