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I think their point also involved what happens when you try to engine brake by downshifting, which tends to either wear your clutch and/or the engine when you blow past the redline.

The more important question is: “Are all male video game nipples hairless, or is there some sort of mandatory Waxing clause in their Guild contract?”

Ever heard of Cricket? Still seems to be popular.

To be fair, the fighting starts before the first turn, when you pick your tokens.

But the playerbase is incredibly toxic.

If you play poorly because someone is shit talking, then you’re just a plain old poor player.

“Game revolves around countering, so switch to whatever counters a situation.”

File this story alongside “how to be an actor” or “how to be a radio personality” or “how to be a pop culture celebrity” etc.

Then eat something else.

You say “bug,” I say “Easter egg.”

All that does is punish people who AFK for legit reasons, like waiting for friends to show up while you take a shower, etc. It’s simple for botrunners to defeat afk timeouts.

And simple to write a bot script to do.

Yes, get offended about his career, but ignore the blatant racial stereotyping.

You need to either smoke more weed, or less.

Example: When my wife failed to fill the tank last week on Wednesday, gas was $2/gallon. So instead of filling up Friday when Hurricane/Labor Day prices spiked it to $2.50, I drove it on the bottom quarter until I finished grocery shopping and accrued enough fuel points to “save” 45 cents/gallon.

Yup. There are times when you can, for example, build a structure or unit and the AI will immediately begin building counter units even when it shouldn’t be able to know what you’re building.

Almost all games give the AI some degree of omnipotent knowledge.

For about as long as it’s been an organized religion.

Nope.

When I was a kid playing online games, most of the players thought I was an adult. Two reasons: I wasn’t a whiny, uneducated douchebag, and I just never mentioned how old I was or bitched about school.