Following his victory, Ash summons a Magicarp into the middle of the field and walks away.

Fuck it, pushing the refund button.

This truly is a golden age.

How on Earth can you save scum in a persistent universe with multiple players?

I’ve been hey’d by women post-orgasm while still inside them, it’s not exclusive to my gender.

STOP SAYING THAT!

Fuck it, I’m just going to get a refund. It’s becoming more and more clear that their goals are beyond their abilities.

I had a coworker once who had a “Chinese girlfriend” he met online. He sent her money from time to time for rent, food, and so forth, and eventually a great deal of money for a plane ticket and to “help” with the paperwork needed to travel between countries. Man, you should’ve seen that poor sucker’s face when she…

As soon as the Government stops using the word Indian, the rest of us will:

As soon as the Government stops using the word Indian, the rest of us will:

This looks like a not terrible game, but why not just...give it an original title and let Prey die in peace?

Dibs on the body.

I’d be interested in a straight statistical comparison of per capita crime in a city versus a cruise ship. I bed we’d find them overall safer. Considering that it’s a multi billion dollar industry, none of the major players could afford it to be otherwise. People disappear or find themselves raped without paying…

After we bathe the world in red, Instinct will be remembered as the best of us.

I like to imagine it going down like one of those awful (Sport) Bud movies. An hour of conversation while a bunch of officials page through a thick binder of convention rules before finally declaring, “There’s no rule against a dog being Vice President.”

Did she cap it off by whispering “Hail Hydra”?

After the microtransaction fiasco, the only thing you’re guaranteed to get from the Payday devs is fucked.

Probably best to drop charges against the guard she assaulted. The bodies that oversee the situation are definitely at fault, but a guard very obviously can’t listen to every person in prison who insists they don’t belong there.

Sometimes the world manages to be genuinely beautiful.

Sure, sure, we could all join up...