Dragonbased.

Nah I mean point for point. From whatever bastardized version of the Bible is popular nowadays.

Chump is never beating the Antichrist allegations.

Speedrunning the Dead Internet theory.

You know how people say history repeats or rhymes or whatever?

That rhyming scheme is a series of 4 stages. We’re in the 4th one now.

Google it. Pretty interesting stuff.

Let them turtle up. It won’t save them. This is the fourth turning. And they’re on the menu.

the saves are stored in the balls (in the balls.) the saves are stored in the balls (in the balls)

(inconsolable) How could you do this?

yoink

You have weak genes and a weak constitution, but don’t worry. One Piece will fix them both.

Start One Piece now.

Ladies, You whip out a 100 pack of tube meats from your purse…I’ll marry you.

By the Authority of Night Shift Gremlins HQ thatericalper is hereby stripped of their Night Shift Membership for sharing classified information with Day Walkers. They are also expelled from all Nocturnal Activities under pain of Pain. Should they be seen engaging in nocturnal activity outside of their personal domicile all Night Shift Gremlins in witness are obligated under article 13 subsection Scarlet-7-Mentos-19 to use all necessary force to cease the offending nocturnal activity and return the offender to a NSG approved Class-3 holding cell where they will be held until daybreak when an automated system will release them into the light of day where they rightfully belong. Repeated violations will incur severe non-life threatening yet highly inconvenient punishments.

Thus is our way.

Fuck the Sun. Shun the Day Walkers.

/signed, Thadious Methweazel. Adjunct Arch-Gremlin.

Gamers should be oppressed harder. Not quite with extreme prejudice. But almost. Use rubber bullets. Actual full rubber. Not those sneaky “Rubber Bullets” with steel cores.

Those dastardly Squirrels! Again!

My anvil couldn’t have walked away on its own. I think I’ll check for footprints and other signs of where my Anvil could have gone.

I go to the larder and gather ingredients to break my fast with some fried salt pork, eggs, and pan bread. Then I go outside to check the firewood stores. If they’re sufficient I’ll fire up the forge and begin work on a Damascus Billet that I have tentative plans to make into either a skinning knife or a small hatchet. With a Hickory Handle.

I just don’t care. Woke. Not woke. Pavlov’s Schrodinger’s woke.

I don’t care. If the game is good it’s good. If the game is bad then it’s bad.

Mad shitheads on the internet don’t influence my purchase choices. They just annoy everyone around them. Like militant vegans or hipsters. They’re a nuisance.

Harry Narcer

That’s what I was thinking too.