Rose Thorne

I guess this is “weird” in the sense of “unique”.

The Steel Battalion Mech controls. The size of a table, it was an appropriate recreation of the control panel for a mech, requiring you to go through all the steps from firing it up to ejecting in case of danger. You had pedals, sticks, knobs, switches galore.

I think that’s actually a service, somewhere. They bring the treadmill to the dogs.

Still Pokemon Red. I’m beginning to regret my choices. The choice to include Blue-exclusives, and trade evolutions, because PKHex makes it so easy to do. The choice to try to keep a selection of various typings caught up in level, so I’d have some decent coverage versus brute forcing.

Having the trio of starters. I think I’ve grown to hate Bulbasaur, at this point. Every time I go to drop him into my party, all I can remember is “Not very effective”, over and over again. Well into the 20s, still taking 2-3 Vine Whips to take out a level 6 Kakuna.

Not just good enough, they fit their niche almost perfectly.

Die often? Large passals that reach maturity relatively quickly. Have to risk ingesting potent toxins? Remember what almost killed you just long enough to get away from wherever it was(roughly 2 weeks). Not built for fighting? Fake your death so convincingly, vultures don’t want to be near you. Nutrition might be scarce? Gather your feces, it will see you through.

Hell, even the fact that the Virginia Opossum can’t adapt well to extreme heat or cold is a benefit to them, the resources they’re driven to(such as actively running water, dense undergrowth for cover and foraging, and trees that can support their weight) can be scarce.

Beach dates with Miller.

The Spa Incident.

“You’re pretty good”.

Outer Heaven be gay as hell.

Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?

Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.

They won’t until they absolutely have to.

Which at this rate is fucking never.

That’s why I don’t have a tank.

But it’s not an off comparison, you can get up to 20-30 common variety isopods for $10-15 US. When you’re looking at setting up a stable breeding population for a fairly self-sufficient terrarium, that’s going to get expensive with Rubber Duckies.

For anyone looking to get some:

Just one costs upwards of 30 dollars, US. They’re supposedly difficult to breed in captivity, and take 6 months to mature. Adorable, but that is an expensive isobuddy.

No, it’s from Mac and Me.

Well, do we have some good news for you about what’s currently in your body…

Slowly grinding my way through a Pokemon Red Professor Oaks Challenge(Yay, switch-training Magikarp…), and when my brains to the point of melting from that, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. Kitsune Bladebound Magus, happily traipsing her fluffy way down wherever Desna may guide her.

May the Gods have mercy on the crusade she’s going to lead.

Only one way to find out. We need to find the Glove, rip out his skull, and find out if it’s full of brownies so dank they raise the dead.

“All babies look vaguely like Winston Churchill”(to absolutely brutalize a Good Omens quote).

A gentle sonic agitator.

Just so you know, if it’s been awhile, Crate came in and did a pretty big overhaul on Grim Dawn, and are prepping for the “final” expansion that’s supposed to come sometime this year.

Dodge roll mechanic, potions are now a recharge resource versus pickups that take item space, the next expansion is adding potion customization, prettied up the old world to be more in-line with the quality the previous two expansions brought, tons of little tweaks.

It’s not exactly a “whole new game” experience, but it’s much more smoothed out!

An absolute classic, play it loud enough you’ll attract some wild Fallout fans.

Just make sure to have the right opening.

“I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE!” is my go-to.

EDIT: Right song now.

Though if anyone wants to go listen to Ookla the Moks Stop Talking About Comic Books it’s a good one.

I’m just happy to see Emil finally grow up.

He went through a lot to become a planet. I’m certain Kaine would be proud.

The Four Way Split was glorious chaos, and only the craftiest screenpeeker survived. You learned psychological warfare, trying to make everyone second guess which section was theirs.