Or at least to sell ghost meat!

I’d also settle for a ghoul or poltergeist. No orbs or banshees!

The most hit-or-miss show of all time. When it hits, it is so hilarious.  When it misses, it’s just awful.

furthermore, apathy gets you zero change and zero cents.  those who complain, do nothing.

Mm hmm. Get called out on being dumb and you go right to “hurr can’t you tell sarcasm?”, on a medium where tone of voice can’t be heard, and where you lack the writing ability to convey it.

Step 1: We replace him with AI.
Step 2: As soon as he’s gone we wipe the AI

Alright Juicers, let me have it:

Windows would not allow them to control heat if it was a greenhouse

I hate it here.

And because this one went through the next major buyout/acquisition will surely be okay. And the next, and the next and the next until people are literally going “look...it’s not technically a Monopoly because there’s still, uh, Bob’s Dev Garage over there! See! Competition!”

I did love how Clive’s main outfit was just a rehash of the Scion Traveler’s set, but damn it we needed more options.

I just want to fight more with Lord Byron, my boy!

The thing deterring me and my friends from playing isn’t our rank differential, but our control differential. When queued with PC players, controller players lose aim assist, and when that happens, it’s like all of my muscle memory is off and I just miss shots by inches the entire match. It makes it doubly frustrating…

Balthier should have been.

Can’t let the blood, sweat, and tears of the poor, impoverished artists get in the way of helping a big tech CEO add another zero to their bank account, right?

Sorry, but I just can’t agree to that. If the very foundation of the software is theft, then it fails at the first gate.

Part of me wants to steal it and throw it into a Volcano

Nah. Stand over your campfire, or backyard grill, or whatever, clutching your card and looking conflicted, then increasingly drunk with power. Then have your buddy tackle you from offscreen and go tumbling with the card toward the fire pit. Let the card be cast into the flames. Over the inferno, toast marshmallows.