What’d that European beech call me‽

Vampire Survivors has got me back in its grip. The Ode to Castlevania DLC dropped on Halloween. I really don’t understand where the time goes when I play that game.

Also picked up Webfishing, an absolutely adorable time. I don’t know that I really consider it “playing”, the actual gameplay is pretty basic, but I’ve enjoyed the peaceful nature of it and have had fun just chatting.

This is seriously dating myself, and probably hyper-specific, but it feels more like chatrooms back in the late 90s to early 2000s. Most of the rooms I’ve been in have been relaxed. Having a talk about life while someone strums “Simple and Clean” on a guitar somewhere in the background. A bit of roleplay going on.

The small lobbies, the small map, the chill gameplay, all makes for a cozy, welcoming place. Like you really did just stumble across someone’s campsite, and they invited you to sit.

Safety first, no matter the species. Unless you’re the experiment.

Xenogears deserves the FF7 treatment, damn near. They’d have to straight up recreate the second disc that was absolutely butchered into what we got.

Now, if we can get that rolling, can we also throw Saga into the mix? Please? Fuck, just pretty up the front half in an emulator, but give us the proper ending. 3 totally redone, in it’s original design, and a complete 4th chapter.

Tell these stories right, the way they were meant to be told.

I can kinda see something in it, looking at it in a very abstract way.

The man tried to capture nature, and failed. Capturing the butterfly didn’t make him happy, but being in that pond, being a frog? Happy.

Don’t try to capture nature, but be a part of it.

Also don’t look for meaning in AI artwork, I feel like a burn-out in the back of a college philosophy course.

“Can my husband drink my milk”

I’m assuming this is about breast milk, but all I can think of is someone losing their absolute shit because their partner drank from the wrong carton of milk.

“I WROTE MY NAME ON IT, MICHAEL! MY NAME! IT’S MY PROPERTY! YOU’VE STOLEN A GLUG OF MILK! THAT’S ILLEGAL!”

Only if there’s a 6-hour unskipable praise session towards the Enkindlers.

The correct term is “baculum”.

He was a neckbeard, a woman beat him up, it’s a play on “malady”.

Have we figured out which of the 5 will make us their bitch yet?

This is one of those questions you ask, and let sit for months. Long enough that most of the table has started to forget you ever asked.

How about instead of coming in and being a dick in someone’s thread, you post things to encourage what you’re looking for?

No, it must just be easier to smell your own shit in the garden than finding a toilet.

“Your Impostor Syndrome Made Flesh” is for everyone.

Though reactions may vary between mental breakdown and “I’ve wanted to punch my demons since birth”.

Maybe with some breakfast filling. Maybe.

Has anyone tried this with Toaster Strudels?

So that’s how babies are made!

Hey, there’s the Tauros Programme! Someone’s trying to breed Aurochs back as close as they can!

3 minutes? David has impressive restraint.

I can’t set a box down for 5 seconds without someone getting in it.

Depending on who you ask, that could be replaced with “I know”.

Just to add in some fun tidbits to this:

If you go by one of the myths, Malacath is what was left of Trinemac after digestion. He’s the Daedric version of a Golgothan, not made of shit but born from it.

His plane of Oblivion, where his followers hope to go after death, is basically Valhalla after being reduced to ash. It’s straight up called “The Ashpit” with it’s notable features being the Great Forge and The Backbone of the Ashpit, which might be Malacath’s actual spine since Oblivion planes don’t make sense when you think about it for too long.

Found a package of ground beef randomly hidden in the very back of the milk cooler. Thankfully kept fairly cool, and still in date, but a customer had stuck it there because he wanted to come back later. He came back the next day and tried to file a complaint because it wasn’t there.

Fish left in the bathroom. Like, straight up a pack of salmon fillets, just left there on the top of the toilet tank. Our best guess was that someone wanted to steal it, but either couldn’t fit it or got spooked and just abandoned it. It was in a far corner, barely used bathroom, too.

Half eaten fruit or candy thats been shoved to the back of a low shelf. You know a kid did it, there’s massive mess back there, and depending on what aisle they hid it in, it might have been there for a couple days to a week. Once found a bell pepper some kid had chomped into.

This is more just “general trash”, but still not uncommon if your store has a hotbar: Stolen food containers. People grab their dinner, eat it throughout the store, and then just put the trash wherever. If you’re lucky, they leave it somewhere obvious. If you’re unlucky, you find an open container of half-eaten rotisserie chicken shoved into a vent after they turned the heat on for the winter. Going past the deli in my store has triggered minor PTSD at times. That smell… Just… Hot rot. That’s the only way to describe it. Rotting garbage, oven warmed.