

What a complete gentleman. Just chilling out in the open, no ulterior motives, sits still for his fitting appointment.
I choose to believe he donned a little top hat and walked out quietly


What a complete gentleman. Just chilling out in the open, no ulterior motives, sits still for his fitting appointment.
I choose to believe he donned a little top hat and walked out quietly
Seeing some interesting discourse here saying some people need to get over themselves.
Stuff isn’t always whimsical. There’s a BBQ place in my town where they call the less-spicy sauce “Sissy Sause”. I am never the one ordering, happily, or I’d be asking for “faggot sauce” to force them to own up to what they’re doing.
Well, turns out people in different generations, while they may on the whole share various traits, are in fact individuals with different life experiences, temperaments, and attitudes.
That said I am seeing my own Gen-X peers turning “boomer”: entitled assholes who also attempt to turn the abuse and neglect we survived into virtues. I think a lot of this is completely literal survivor bias, but also “survivors” in terms of who gets seen and heard.


Well, in a rare bit of good news, the cops did arrest the fascists, and impounded their two cars. Not disagreeing with you, just a note of hope in this shitshow
Exactly this. You set poverty as policy, immiserated poor people use public facilities, very often as a private place to handle their misery with drugs, and therefore are not tidy and considerate washroom users. Washrooms get nasty, people complain, and rather than house and treat poor people, we get rid of public infrastructure, shut down stores before evening, etc.


Seconding this one! It’s very underappreciated and so wonderfully atmospheric. Also one of the most banger title sequences of all time


BROTHERS: A TALE OF TWO SONS MENTIONED
Truly one of the all-time greats and it drives me crazy because I can’t explain what makes it so good without spoiling it!
That death, and the “death” of half your controller, feels like an amputation. It makes it so real and visceral. Like real grief, the feeling is that a part of you has been ripped away. Frankly “meditations on grief” are a dime a dozen in indie games, but this one is one of the most intense ugly-cry gut-punches I have ever experienced in any medium. Well actually the ugly cry was later, when you realize the absolute devastation the father suffers.
But yeah, that controller trick–and realizing you even can use the other half to swim–phew. Just such a good game. Always happy when I see someone else who has played it.


Think of it like the difference between pulling your car’s registration info and tracking your car across thousands of Flock cameras. At some point, scale is qualitatively different.


TIL. What an absolutely horrific and senseless waste of human life. All for greed, of course.
IT guy here, not a programmer per se, but I have given up and am re-training into fraud detection. I want to take down some of the fuckers that ruined the industry before I die