I love when a movie gaslights its viewers. I want a viewing experience to fuck with my head.

He’s got an excellent grasp of light and color. I could learn a few things about conservation of detail from him.

A GTX 980. Big, but not too big.

Why not just buy a bottle of the normal berry lemonade flavor and just print your own label?

For my fellow Americans who feel unsafe in their country now, there’s a site that can help set you up with people providing room and board in exchange for part-time work: https://www.workaway.info/

http://gurps.fallout.free.fr/data/GURPS_Fal… Here you go.

Because apparently nobody wants to give Guillermo work anymore because it would be good and that’s a bad thing.

Fuck this shit. It’s my fervent hope that those vile pieces of shit in the NRA that are going to pass this off as a sad and unavoidable consequence of free society end up in prison for life some day.

It’s a bit surreal that Putin’s fee-fees play a large role in global politics. I mean, granted, the fee-fees of many politicians are their prime motivators, but in this case said fee-fees may decide that the best options for alleviating their woes are explosive and launched at high speeds.

Haha yes I love this thing!

The jazz is canon!? Sign me up. Right now, do you hear me?

I honestly couldn’t care less in this case.

As do I. The only gripes I have are easily solvable as soon as UI mods start being a thing again.

I like the painterly style. Good balance of explicit and implicit detail. Natural color palettes are always nice, too.

Okay, creepypasta has a HUGE potential for awesome television/film, but please... please, please, please don’t make it corny.

Well, actually, Fallout 4’s Brotherhood was far more faithful to pre-Bethesda material. It was only in Fallout 3 that they were anything other than miserly shitbags.

The Brotherhood are violent feudalistic xenophobes anyway.

Could be the bones of a future DLC pack weapon.

I’m becoming convinced that there’s a significant portion of the population that drifts through life— all the way from birth ‘til death— only 50% conscious at most. I’m talking full-on sleepwalking mode, cradle to grave. Just an endless parade of “Huh? ...oh...” that carries on until they pass from this mortal coil.

Throughout this whole ordeal, the guy never thought to wipe his face. While he was paying I offered him a napkin or a wet-nap and he declined. He was still covered in honey-garlic sauce when they left.