I thought someone had actually remade everything IN minecraft, not these minecraft styled CG films.

I did spit my tea.

Bahahahahahahaha.
I almost spit my tea.

imo this is a great waste of cgi

No skill?

A. if you use the same wifi password as your bank password then, honestly, you dont deserve the money in your account.

Did my phone not load this page properly? I don't see the sponsored tag.

...as someone who does typesetting, you are the first person I have ever seen commenting on it, and it makes me tremendously happy. Sometimes it feels like not only a thankless job, but one that isn't even seen.

I love my vacuum sealer—say goodbye to freezer burn. While I own a chamber vacuum sealer and would buy another in a heartbeat, the water displacement method of sealing liquid/runny/odd shaped things in ziplock bags will also prevent most freezer burn. To do this, put the food you want to seal in a ziplock bag and…

I saw the animated gif and I still respect my mother, I still believe my little sister can do anything she wants to, and I still treat my fiance as an equal partner. So I guess the point is a little lost on me.

thought the exact same

Creationism does not equal Young Earth. Get that through your heads.

That picture pretty much sums up what the black guy is thinking. Sigourney Weaver style "KILL......ME!"

That was the point. To show how pointless such choices are, because most people will go in expecting those choices to be vital because of their experience with past Bioshock games. The lack of choice is yet another twist that manages to still surprise the people going in LOOKING for the twist.

Seriously, it's like she played an entirely different game than I did. The story is filled with all sorts of nuances that make it extremely complex. I've seen pages and pages of comments on forums analyzing how various things fit together. The only thing I can agree with her on is that you do feel a bit limited in…

Yeah I don't see how she thinks the combat gets in the way of the atmosphere either. The combat is part of the atmosphere.

We're at the war museum. I cannot recall ever having lost my place in a narrative before, but I barely grasp my relationship to this man, Slade, or something. I'm so busy killing I can't hear him talk to me, either.

It's not long before I stop seeing Columbia, and start seeing only levels to be strip-mined, chasing the blink. My revolution is a mad jangle of coin-clutching and cake crunching. I no longer care to listen to the voxophones. I don't hear what Elizabeth is saying to me. Kaching, crunch, hiss, the clunk of objectives…