alpacalunch
Alpaca Lunch
alpacalunch

Jesus. This makes too much sense.

The Matrix has us.

Would this be better with friends or randoms? I like the idea, and have played through a chunk if the puzzles, but I fear my attachment to this would wane without friends playing.

I wish we could have caesar’d mark anthony conditt before he managed to take the lives of his victims. Ro-many people suffered because of his stupidity and evil.

Demoman better than Junkrat. Delete Junkrat.

Codor?

How much more revenue can Valve mine out of this IP? I can only shrug since I am not the target demographic, but Valve is going to find a Balrog instead of nickels and dimes if they digging deeper into their customers pockets. 

So I should expect a Switch version by EOY, right?

This was my first thought.

Nathan, as an adult, it’s time to stop worrying about what random people think of you. Your mental health will improve significantly.

I would argue the first suggestion to be a luxury/property tax. We tax the heck out of vehicles and houses, and that’s not considered punitive. We tax the heck out of cigarettes (arguably, punitive).

I was actually hoping to jump out of the darkest timeline into a parallel universe.

Just a few not perfect ideas:

I don’t want to live in this reality anymore. My kids deserve better.

Just introduced this to a couple buddies during our monthly board game night. They had fun, but one guy decided to go pirate a little too early and suffered for it in the late game.

At 31, I’m with you. If I were single and childless, the idea of streaming would be appealing, but I just can’t imagine having to deal with people all. the. time.

So that “board game” portion reminds me a little bit of Soul Calibur 3, and it’s story mode. No lie, I had a blast pushing my garish created characters through some ridiculous fights.

Oi. I know we have been policing women forever, and I saw it first hand growing up when religious leaders tried to police how women dressed for the “sake of the men.”

Shit. I know better than to let anybody make my sandwich. They’ll fuck it up.