That makes a lot of sense.

Well in this instance, I shall cling to my ignorance.

I can't be a libtard; I'm British and therefore I'm clearly a godless socialist in thrall to Islam. Or at least, so I've been told.

“Courtesy Of The Red, White, And Blue”

I'll try destroying the franchise - that's a good trick!

No.

Unfortunately for Assange, they're unable to change the fact that he's still a conniving rat bastard.

Wowzers, that is neat. Thanks for the heads up!

But if you do, be sure to wash it out with lemon juice.

You could but it wouldn't necessarily be true; few of those games go beyond merely cribbing those ideas, implementing them in a somewhat shallow way and then neglecting the level design necessary not only to make the gameplay really work, but to give a sense of a realistic, functional space.

My feeling too. I tried to describe it in an earlier comment;

Idk, I think Alien Isolation is a fairly bland experience in terms of horror. At no point in that game did I get the sense that the alien was actively hunting me or even truly aware of my presence - it's just following a fairly simple pattern that gets old fast.

It's an immersive sim, which allows for a variety of playstyles and narrative outcomes. If Dishonored is the spiritual successor to Thief, then Prey is the spiritual successor to System Shock that Bioshock should and could have been.

"It's REALLY weird how many bronies there are out there."

I'll have you know that her nose was chiseled by the gods themselves.

"I said this is the Batman movie I've been waiting for; more correctly, this is the movie I did not realize I was waiting for, because I didn't realize that more emphasis on BRAINS! BRAAAAAAINS! FEED ME BRAINS!"
- Roger E-BRAAAAAAAAINS!

NEWSFLASH - MAN ALMOST REVEALS POSSESSION OF SOMETHING RESEMBLING A SOUL

Whew, you were not kidding about the fan service.

If I were a world leader, I'd be sorely tempted to good-naturedly tussle Trump's . . . hair (?) upon our first meeting then turn him towards the cameras whilst enveloping his hand in my own big meaty claw.

Whoever wins, we lose.