I can practically taste the wintergreen chalk.
I can practically taste the wintergreen chalk.
Holy crap, how long does a game of chess take?!
Each hand pets the ones on the sides; then kisses to the middle. Not as good as having three hands, but it works.
When I was a young kid, I had a cat that was front-declawed (this was before it was well known that it’s an abusive practice - my folks didn’t know better at the time). Because he couldn’t shred the paper with his claws, he showed his spite by chewing up the roll so it looked like he’d clawed it. Didn’t matter which direction the roll was.
I loved that cat. He was so smart.
Tell Gerry to m(e)ander his way out so the rest of us can have a turn in the gay room.
I like to think half of the last letter is cut off and it’s “free doom,” which is, disgustingly, what kids in Palestine are getting.
They must still be paying for that one.
Right?! After a review like that, I want a pair.
Yeah, my first playthrough, I thought it was just NPCs chirping around me, but it turned out that they were real people! As players got more scarce, it was truly a special experience finding someone and going through parts of the game with them. I remember I encountered someone a few levels in and we somehow ended up together until we crawled up the snowy mountain, trying to keep each other from freezing. Not a single word spoken, yet this game has such powerful messaging.
I hope you get the opportunity to encounter your own Journey companion on a playthrough. :)
Journey is my favorite game, hands down. It was even more magical in the years after its release and there were still a bunch of active players. Did you encounter any others on their journey in your game?
This makes me rethink my stance on capital punishment. The picture made me actually shudder.
Oh man, that hit the nostalgia button hard in a very bizarre way. I was still using these in the early 90s. I can still picture my name, written in the teacher’s mesmerizingly neat handwriting, taped to the top corner.
Eventually it’ll probably be child soldier units made up of the thousands of kidnapped Ukrainian children.
To be honest, I’m a little surprised they still have enough meat shields that they haven’t started doing this yet, but I suppose they must be tricking enough folks from India and the African continent into going to Russia for “work.”
My dollar gave me a Canadian coin and some yen. What do I do now?!
This is flavored soju, which is usually around 10-12% abv and is sweetened. Very drinkable. Unflavored soju is a little less friendly if you don’t like tasting alcohol.
That dollar is pregnant and about to birth some coins.
I’m not Canadian, but the first thing I thought was poutine. Add some cheese curds and I’d give this a try.
When they say “militants,” they mean refugees. When they say “armed,” they mean have limbs. Can’t let those armed militants have human rights!