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It should be standard practice for Bethesda games to wait for a game of the year edition (or whatever they want to call it) then wait for a steam sale on that.
It should be standard practice for Bethesda games to wait for a game of the year edition (or whatever they want to call it) then wait for a steam sale on that.
Eh, if you want specific endings you need a guide or you can spend hundreds of hours finding and talking to each npc after each boss fight. I don’t have that kind of time and I don’t like getting locked out of things because I only talked to the creepy dead looking guy five times instead of six.
I read this in Steve Austin’s voice
Originally rednecks were the hillbillies that wore red neckerchiefs at the battle of Blair mountain. They fought against Pinkertons who were hired by the coal mines to break up the rednecks who had taken over the company property.
That may have changed since the blue collar comedy tour, but originally rednecks were the works seizing the means of production.
When they went F2P it pissed off fans. Any change will piss off fans.
There should be servers that only permit paid accounts and/or accounts over a certain age.
The villain of the second game’s name is based off the Japanese characters used for Spyro’s name. スパイロ, looks like Ripto as stylized on the box art for the first Spyro.
It doesn’t make it any less stupid.
Oh are we role playing?
Ok let’s see.
You’ve put me in a tricky situation.
I don’t know whether we have ever made out before. What about alcohol tolerance? Is she drunk? Am I drunk? How big are her titties? Does she have a BBL? Is she dressed all slutty? Is she asking for it, if you know what I mean? Are the walls think enough to muffle her if she screams for help?
Oh how about this. This is a stupid scenario that people shouldn’t find themselves in because they talk about intentions and expectations during the beginning phases of a relationship. Really, that’s first week of dating stuff.
So what if she’s casually slept with other guys? Maybe she had a traumatic experience with the last one. Maybe they were liars. Maybe she doesn’t want sex with the current guy. Maybe she does and she’s not ready. Whatever her reason, there needs to be real, non-intoxicated consent before sexual contact.
People can establish good non-verbal communication that is sufficient to grant consent. But it takes longer than dating for a few weeks. And the first time having sex needs to be double and triple checked to make sure you didn’t misunderstand in your excitement.
No one cares that businesses are doing well if they aren’t paying their employees
That’s because Bethesda is bad at making games not because there is an intrinsic need for the game logic to be tied to frame rate.
No matter whether it’s left leaning or right leaning it’s still an asshole.
The curse transfers if you record the video and make someone else watch it. It doesn’t transfer back like in It Follows. You just have to show it to someone who is on hospice. They will die horribly, but they were going to die anyway.
It’s sad to lose a word without which we only have metaphors to describe the concept it represents.
“Almost like a gene we could point to that says we had a common ancestor centuries ago, we were once so close that we learned the same thing from the same people.“
Cultural genes are called memes. It’s kind of unfortunate that we usually only think of memes as jokes.
But he must first travel half the distance to that line, leaving us where we started.
If someone released a donkey in East India this would be very plausible. Kangaroos on the other hand…
This is what nvidia did with the shield, and they don’t make a mobile version anymore. The set top box was just that successful.
I’ve known adventures, seen places you people will never see, I’ve been Offworld and back… frontiers! I’ve stood on the back deck of a blinker bound for the Plutition Camps with sweat in my eyes watching stars fight on the shoulder of Orion… I’ve felt wind in my hair, riding test boats off the black galaxies and seen an attack fleet burn like a match and disappear. I’ve seen it, felt it… you piece of shit.