Where did the money go you say?

Sure, she's a hero but I run one little motel with my mother's old corpse and I'm the weirdo.

Time and time again, we hear tales of Kotaku editors being "trolled" or "griefed" online in their favorite games... and my heart goes out to them. But what really bothers me is this kind of thing:

watched the clip, frankly you have no one to blame but yourself for losing your soul levels. the move is incredibly telegraphed and you could have easily killed him, had you tried to figure out how to deal with him instead of having a defeatist mentality about it .

there is a reason the community says "get gud or die"…

I'm kind of sad he didn't find a way to show up offline.

And now you gave him the biggest victory he could hope for. A Kotaku article about him.

I normally am the one who handles the delivery guys while my husband has to hold back the snarling beast (miniature Schnauzer mix for those not in the know) and I always give a pretty good tip. Well a few months ago a glitch in the matrix happened and the roles were reversed and my husband was the one dealing with the…

When I was in the Marine Corps, it was general wisdom not to go out of your way to make trouble with the 3 C's: cooks, clerks & corpsmen (medics). It should be obvious why you don't want to piss off the person preparing your food, or the person handling the paperwork for your promotion/leave/pay, but I was told a…

Yes. Once upon a time when my babies were even littler than they are now and I could NEVER escape the house, I would indulge in a Dominos sandwich and soda delivery once a week (plus lava cakes if it had been an exceptionally shitty week). I tip well and I was always cheerful and polite, and I would frequently get…

Your passive aggressive retort wasn't any less judgmental.

Honestly, I hated it. But probably not for the reason everyone else did. I watched Everyone Hates Chris and to me, Noah was still Chris. So watching him get torn apart so explicitly was like watching a neighborhood kid I watched grow up, get murdered right in front of my eyes.

Well, I love my kids unconditionally and they depend on me for survival. Though I love my husband a lot, it's not unconditional. That analogy made no sense. Whatever gets you all through, I guess.

This. Not to mention the fact that anthropologists and evolutionary psychologists aren't necessarily all in sync with the "we evolved to be polyamorous" theory. There are a few different schools of thought that say a few different things.

Don't forget the condescending nature of that idea, which is that people who aren't poly are either in denial or less "evolved."

If you're trying to get your husband to be something he's not, maybe you're the one who needs therapy.

It's very nice that you found an environment in which you are happy, but I do wish people would stop deferring to evolution every single time. The people who write books and push the idea that humans "evolved" or "didn't evolve" to be monogamous or play football or drive a Toyota Cressida do so with very flimsy…

Roger Miller's story is why I always overtip for delivery. I get pizza so hot I can't even eat it yet, and the Indian place sends a free dessert every time. Mmmm mango mousse. I don't get why anyone would be shitty to the person who is saving me from having to cook and wash dishes.

I'm a straight dude who was slutty as fuck in the '90s, and yeah, I'm pretty sure 3 or 4 of the girls I enraged neighboring hotel rooms with were actually this Moon guy.

it's good to have standards.

Your grandpa is really into butt stuff, btw