While I agree for the most part that RE as a series is more thriller than horror one of the scariest game moment for me is in Resident Evil 2 when you open a room and giant fucking moth is just sitting right there. As someone who hates moths I switched to my Inventory, equipped the flamethrower and burned that fucker…

Right? And I had no idea that people didn’t know he was gay.

I think at this point it’s clear MacFarlane was warning us to train for the giant chickens that will soon come to fight us all.

Absolutely nobody is saying that. Stop being so damn dramatic.

In his statement he says “[....], and I choose now to live as a gay man”, which has its own huge set of problems, i.e. that your sexuality is a choice.

The worst part of this is how many assholes are going to use Spacey as proof of the old “gays = pedophiles” saw.

I really feel bad for Feldman. He’s been talking about this for decades but he was largely ignored primarily because he’s Corey Feldman

“Spacey allegedly picked Rapp up, put him on his bed, and got on top of him.” That doesn’t equate to discovering “another man in his bed.” Nor does a 14yr old equate to a “man.” Nor does this story surprise anyone who’s been paying attention to rumors about him (not just his sexuality) for literally decades.

Yeah it does.

I don’t know.

“I NEED MY PADDLES!”

His like a geneticly enchanced 80s bully.

I’ve been referring to him as “Peachfuzz McMullet”.

They telegraphed the “Elle catching Mike with Max” sequence, but it didn’t make it any less heartbreaking to watch.

This season’s biggest mystery is what the hell is wrong with Max’s not-brother (step-brother)? That asshole is a terrible butt rock song come to life, and something tells me he’s not going to turn out to be a stealth good guy like season one Steve.

Nobody wins here. Nobody.

It’s over 20 minutes of David S. Pumpkins. They’re not all going to be winners.

All I know is that David S. Pumpkins is his own thing. And, that the skeletons are part of it.

2019: Gilly: The New Class

There was nowhere near enough dancing b-boy skeletons.