When I was a young kid, I had a cat that was front-declawed (this was before it was well known that it’s an abusive practice - my folks didn’t know better at the time). Because he couldn’t shred the paper with his claws, he showed his spite by chewing up the roll so it looked like he’d clawed it. Didn’t matter which direction the roll was.
I loved that cat. He was so smart.
Tell Gerry to m(e)ander his way out so the rest of us can have a turn in the gay room.
I like to think half of the last letter is cut off and it’s “free doom,” which is, disgustingly, what kids in Palestine are getting.
They must still be paying for that one.
Oh, be one, Kenobi. We don’t need three.
Right?! After a review like that, I want a pair.
Yeah, my first playthrough, I thought it was just NPCs chirping around me, but it turned out that they were real people! As players got more scarce, it was truly a special experience finding someone and going through parts of the game with them. I remember I encountered someone a few levels in and we somehow ended up together until we crawled up the snowy mountain, trying to keep each other from freezing. Not a single word spoken, yet this game has such powerful messaging.
I hope you get the opportunity to encounter your own Journey companion on a playthrough. :)
Journey is my favorite game, hands down. It was even more magical in the years after its release and there were still a bunch of active players. Did you encounter any others on their journey in your game?
This makes me rethink my stance on capital punishment. The picture made me actually shudder.
Watching my own language means my “acquaintance” was right? I don’t think I’m the one with a stick, if that’s the case.
I remember learning this about 20ish years ago and telling my then-sister in law about it when I explained why I wasn’t going to use it anymore. I got told I had a stick up my ass, and this was by a marginalized (gay, immigrant) woman. (Somewhat unrelated note - very grateful she’s a former relation.)
So glad people have been learning and I’ve been hearing “gypped” less and less in recent years.
She would almost certainly have threatened to contact her “solicitor,” not her “attorney,” if it were real, given she’s from/in the UK. Still a very entertaining read, though.
I don’t know why I bothered to hope. I’m so tired of being disappointed in humanity.
Oh man, that hit the nostalgia button hard in a very bizarre way. I was still using these in the early 90s. I can still picture my name, written in the teacher’s mesmerizingly neat handwriting, taped to the top corner.
Eventually it’ll probably be child soldier units made up of the thousands of kidnapped Ukrainian children.
To be honest, I’m a little surprised they still have enough meat shields that they haven’t started doing this yet, but I suppose they must be tricking enough folks from India and the African continent into going to Russia for “work.”
My dollar gave me a Canadian coin and some yen. What do I do now?!
This is flavored soju, which is usually around 10-12% abv and is sweetened. Very drinkable. Unflavored soju is a little less friendly if you don’t like tasting alcohol.
That dollar is pregnant and about to birth some coins.
Came here with the thought of a video to find three people posted it at about the same time.
I’m home 😌
Each hand pets the ones on the sides; then kisses to the middle. Not as good as having three hands, but it works.