Sumerian six for that desperados itch. Every day we fight looks like a solid Valkyrie chronicles-like gameplay, shows promise. Streets of fortuna has potential to be something vast, need to see how that turns out. Age of mythology looks promising, long overdue. And lastly dungeon clawler for those who loved peglin but wished it was a claw game instead of Peggle lol
People seem to be angry at you for not knowing how the French count. My condolences. I found it funny tho. Have un upvote
Apple slices and tea biscuits
O&O is good, can also look into privacy.sexy to generate a script with all the stuff you want to rid yourself of. They also have several levels of preconfigured scripts (all open source) that give you a good starting point which you can review and adjust as per your preferences
Heheheheh. Turdle.
Add tubgirl, 3 guys 1 hammer, kids in a sandbox, Mr hands, blue waffle and a whole lotta other stuff that shouldn’t have been as unfiltered and uncategorized as it was at the time.
Some pictures would probably help.
Sequel to freelancer.
Happened to me a few months ago with an old utility machine I have. I wasn’t as smart.
Whatever the decision is, make it so you don’t have regrets about it.
Stay true to yourself and do what’s right for you and nobody else.
Short headline, but goes deep.
For the king. Made for 3 people
A lot of native English speaking people don’t seem to understand that the grand majority of the world doesn’t have English as a native language, and while it is a known phenomenon, it’s still quite sad when a perfectly well formulated and understood message is replied with “learn basic grammar”
Wonder how they fare in any large town or tourist destination where the grand majority are foreigners that speak with accents and broken grammar 🤔
Spinach puffs. 20 minutes in the oven for a quick and dirty not unhealthy meal. It’s delicious. It’s filling. It’s relatively cheap…. And for some reason I only make it once a month despite having some laying around in my freezer pretty much at all times.
Brave is in the same business model as google. Selling ads. First drive adoption. Then flip the table to serve ads.
It works for you due to the firewall restrictions and such, great, use the tools that work for you.
But as far as using it as a default, nope; Firefox (and any non chromium browser if I can help it) all the way.
The water wars are coming.
Was a writing prompt that I’ve read quite a few years ago ago, copied below:
“You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar’s body. The bigger the lie, the deeper and larger the mark. One day, you meet someone that only has one scar; it is the biggest one you have ever seen.”
This is the story that followed, credit to wercwercwerc from Reddit.
He was a real good guy, through and through. Never met anyone quite like him since, never really expect I will either.
People like Joe don’t come around often. Once in a lifetime maybe, if you’re lucky.
Almost everyone I’ve ever met had the tiny silvered papercuts of white-lies on their fingers. It’s a price of formalities, a camouflage of sorts- as everyone has a few, some deeper cut than others over the years; opened and reopened time after time. And not just that, but the larger cuts, silvery things on forearms and shins, necks or backs. People lie, it’s just the way of things.
Sometimes the pain it worth the deception, the balancing scale plays out mentally before a person’s mouth opens.
Joining the force was what I wanted. There was a lie I told myself: A Lie I scratched in deep, over and over again. I wanted to change, I wanted my parents to be proud: All lies, tiny scratching lines on my shoulder to create a strange and deceitful pattern that never seemed to heal completely.
In truth, I joined the force because I had nothing left. I joined as a last ditch effort to save myself from rock bottom. Among the elite, surrounded by the brave and the successful, I simply kept my head down. It felt like being a fox, stuck among a pack of wolves. Just being there in the first place felt like deception.
But then, there was instructor Joe.
I had more scars than most, and that earned little trust- but if people were politely cold with me, they were visibly frigid with Joe. See, he didn’t have the traditional marks on his hands, he didn’t have cuts and nicks along his arms, his face or neck: At a quick glance you might have thought him the most honest man alive. In fact, at first people did. A man in his fading thirties without scars?
That’s like a god-damn unicorn. They’re more myth and legend than person- yet there he was. Plain as day.
Everyone liked Joe that first week. Everyone wanted to be on good terms with him- I mean, who wouldn’t? In a world of liars and cheats, proof reminded at every twist and turn of the road, who wouldn’t want someone they could trust?
Well, that was before he took of his shirt in the locker-room. Before we all saw the hideous mark that covered half his back. One lie, but the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen. From his shoulder blade to his ribs, it looked like a crashing comet of red and silvered white. A tiny portion of it just finally healing, a rough tear now recovered again.
It was all the same lie. That’s something you can just tell sometimes, just know it. Usually you can tell how many times too, but whatever the number was which he’d said that aloud, I don’t know.
He rarely spoke to begin with, issuing the orders with a stern smile, instructing as all the rest did. He was positive, encouraging, truthful: But that scar was on everyone’s mind. Deep, dark, and terrible: Someone who could tell a lie like that… Well, there was someone to watch out for. In the end though, it was at the range when things went well and truly sour.
Live-fire runs, we’d done them a thousand times, but that day I guess someone forgot themselves. Maybe they thought too much on what and how and their brain skipped a beat, or maybe they were just careless. Regardless of the reason, a shot fired when it shouldn’t have. Brass spit fire, Air swallowed metal, and lead took its first taste of iron, calcium, iron and dirt.
In that order.
We all stopped, eyes wide and watching that kid fall down real slow. First standing, staring with his hand pulling away- not even scared, just shocked. Red, like deep crimson soaking and spreading, he dropped down to his knees. Still, he wasn’t even there yet, it hadn’t quite processed.
That’s when Joe caught him- and all the shouting erupted. The pandemonium, the first real training turned to action kicking in. Cries for “Medic!” and “KIT! Get the kit!” as people ran for the directions they thought mattered.
I was close enough to know that wasn’t going to make a difference. Center of mass was what we trained for, the reason was straight and forward: Shoot to kill. Eliminate the target and move on.
So I sat there, weapon heavy in my hands as I watched Joe hold this kid, blood pouring out into the dirt like a faucet, and I listened to him repeat the words that cut deep. Over, and over, and over again.
“Hang on, look at me. You’re gonna be alright.”
“You’re gonna be alright.”
Consider refunding and grabbing it for free from epic in a few days? Granted that would require you to tinker with the deck a bit to install from the other stores besides steam, if you’re up for it