I remember hearing about this, there was a mixup at the disc pressing plant, the bad discs were all over the place and IIRC they lost the Sony disc pressing contract?

Rez. Rez is still one of my favorite games ever, hands down. It hit all my console and arcade buttns precisely right.

Gunnarr is an old Norse name that long predates firearms. If that at all matters.

Now I wish I had saved my story about Eastern European Fred Flintstone firing me from the shitty cafe near the country club over cutting off part of my finger. Dammit.

Dude, unclench your taint, there. Go to the product page. Read the information.

You know what’s really bothering me about this article? The fact that there are sections of gawker media that my great grandfather the Wobblie labor organizer would be applauding.

You know something sucks when a cable company mocks the level of customer service it provides.

Way to be pedantic without double checking the source material to be sure. That must really go over well at parties.

Well, he must be boring as shit to game with.

How do you know what their group dynamic is?

Playing Lawful Stupid can be hilarious, though. One of my favorite characters ever was an amazon barbarian paladin with barely sufficient intelligence. Basically the Tick in a skirt.

This. Dude loves to mess with me when he GMs. In return (I don’t GM much at all, not my thing), I have done stuff like happily turn his character in for a bounty, not just to save my pc’s skin, but to line their pockets. More than once.

I am that insane person, I make waitstaff wince, but I’m always fine.

Are you new here?

Y’know, I call bullshit on animal vibes being introduced in the 1980s. My granddad did business in Japan in the 1960s, and came home with stories about the the marital aid counters at department stores that included descriptions of things that sounded like rabbit vibes.

Actually, that outfit makes this one look frumpy and conservative.

I Puffy Heart with sparklies Mission burritos. Many was the time they fed me for two days as a starving young person working retail in the SF bay area. Weirdly, often the best ones I found were made by shops run by tiny permed Korean grandmas.

You need to learn how to eat those, dude. You pinch the end shut when you eat them. Hardshell tacos suck for this, of course, but panfried hardshells (put in hot fillings, fry, gently pry open to add just a little cold stuff, serve) are less guilty of this sin.

You need to get to Baja or, international travel not permitting, Baja-style taco places in SD county. Eat a fish taco on a corn tortilla. Then we’ll talk.

It is, sadly. Hi Internet!