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Russian cruisers upgrade to submarines.
Russian submarines upgrade to aircraft.
Windows is nagware now. Microsoft dared to imagine an entire OS on the Winrar model.
“Close enough, fuck it.” — National motto of Ancient Greece
Ah, the superior siege utensil.
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⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️? Am I pronouncing that right, or is the last ⬛️ silent?
This, but instead of biting, the cat would shove her head in your laughing mouth.
Oh, here’s a heartbreaker.
I’ve been told that beans are an especially magical fruit.
Now you and me battle for the supremacy of our respective generations on the fields of Usenet, to honour our ancestors.
Most suspicious cat.
The zoomers were never on Twitter. Too busy with their Snappychats and Tikkytalks.
I just assume every image with four panels…
You’re truly as Canadian as possible, under the cirumstances.
I appreciate how deeply weird Hot is. Doesn’t take much scrolling before I see posts from months ago.
Every edition, they give the support classes more flexibility and resources to compensate for having to spend resources on other player’s misfortune.
Druids and clerics are strong, but when I played a wild sorcerer, I had a hard time not being jealous of the bard. He felt like a better caster based on ritual magic and spell selection alone, and had better dice-manipulation, and obviously better skills and martial combat. Bards can do everything… and often everyone.
We’ll there was that time Kublai Khan tried to invade Japan with the largest amphibious assault in history (until D-day) and got absolutely wrecked by a typhoon.
Then tried again a few years later, with an even larger force, and got wrecked by another typhoon.
Yeah, I guess being chancellor means you get to flick anybody else’s honour off and on like a light switch.
Get klingons to do whatever you want with this one weird trick…
The variety is one of best things about SNW. The whole episode was a thriller. You know somebody’s going to get stabbed, just a question of who, when, and how badly.
… HONK!