I think it may have something to do with how these fuckwits’ bodies form with no spine. The lack of souls or intelligence only further distorts the features as they are powered by greed and zealousness to their god, Money.

While I would love to go to Ireland, I feel that I have work to do here now, mostly involving cleansing fire and a lot of screaming. That said, do you think the modern aristocracy would even touch a history book if presented to them? I have a feeling it works like holy water thrown on a vampire but I’m also down with…

The only grasp I can feel at this moment is the soft porcelain handle of his stupid-as-fuck Reeses mug in my hands, moments before I beat his skull in with it.

I don’t even play this game and I’m invested in this.

*arsonist child of a fire fighter raises hand* I volunteer to help with this.

In FFXIV, the special ingredient is ‘love’. Just don’t tell the FDA. *shifty eyes*

The cackle that just ripped out of me upon seeing this picture possibly tore a muscle on its way out. Thanks for that.

I could definitely take that into account. *nods sagely* :D

If I do you that favor, can I have your manga? :D

At this point?..............

Soooooo.... to recap:

I can definitely appreciate it from that point of view; like I said, I can be hard to take at times and I’m sure I’ve been on that side of it too. But honesty can’t solve it all sometimes and the only way to go is forward, wherever that is. No one deserves to feel trapped in a toxic relationship.

Yep, that’s pretty much the measure of it at this point. I mean, I know I can be more than a little difficult and I’ve bumped heads with people before who are awesome. But when it comes down to it, there is no real friendship to be found where there is no respect. I don’t even think I can be mad so much as I am hurt.

The timing of this article is a bit startling. As of today, it’s now two months since I talked with people I’d considered my closest friends. I’ve known them for about 10 years, talking with them just about every night. And then an argument about a stupid game turned into a Chernobyl-level meltdown which led to some…

I don’t know how to feel on this... mostly because my first instinct was to cringe in disgust because “love” listed as an “ingredient” made me think of something waaaaaay different.

I’d happily try to support them except I would probably be your cellmate. Something tells me the Cheeto Gestapo would not take kindly to me trying to brain him with a brick.

I can suspend my disbelief pretty far. Alas, trying to imagine this fuckwitted shit nugget without his defining awfulness is a bridge too far for me. I tried, though; I really did. But the revulsion threatened to cringe me into a singularity.

I initially fell into anime when I was about 12 and fell in love with the art. I was already deep into fantasy, sci-fi and horror, far into folklore and fairy tales from anywhere and, in any spare moment, had my nose into any book I could get my hands on. So I was kind of a nerd anyway. I’ve lost track of all the…

Definitely agreed. And as someone who has a flock of doctors and specialists, here’s hoping we find a good payment system. Might take awhile, but I’ll have my eye on this.