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Must have been early on the the pandemic. It was more commonly referred to as COVID later on.
Dammit, Marty, you just had to let 9-year-old Trump get his tiny hands on that 2000 Sports Alamanac in 1955!!
Except for the ones where you have to pay, I can do without that.
The fact that Sithrak is actually a pretty nice guy and doesn’t do that makes it even better.
Refreshing for a religion to worship a god they say is evil and be nice guys rather than what usually happens, worshipping a god they say is good while being full of hate.
Pretty much the reverse of this:
He’s become comfortably numb.
0·2 days agoCrossride? looks it up
Ah, a crosswalk, but for bikes as well. TIL.
31·3 days agoBuy stuff you don’t have to cook. It’s crap nutritionally, but at least it isn’t wasted!
"What’s your gender?
“Whoa, man.”
You’re downvoted, but as far as the behavior of the cursee is concerned, nope. She’s still the same jerk she was before, just with a different gender. It isn’t said whether or not her sexuality was changed as well.
12·6 days agoThen it should be THE GITHUB “DICTIONARY.”
Scare quotes are used informally, but it’s not proper usage like a “news” channel should be doing. Which, fair enough, it’s Fox “News.” But it’s already larger text and all caps - why is more emphasis necessary?
15·6 days agoSilt rose in clouds around his feet as he strode along the trench bottom. His robes floated out around him.
There was silence, pressure and utter, utter darkness. But there was life down here, even this far below the waves. There were giant squid, and lobsters with teeth on their eyelids. There were spidery things with their stomachs on their feet, and fish that made their own light. It was a quiet, black nightmare world, but life lives everywhere that life can. Where life can’t, this takes a little longer.
Death’s destination was a slight rise in the trench floor. Already the water around him was getting warmer and more populated, by creatures that looked as though they had been put together from the bits left over from everything else.
Unseen but felt, a vast column of scalding hot water was welling up from a fissure. Somewhere below were rocks heated to near incandescence by the Disc’s magical field.
Spires of minerals had been deposited around this vent. And, in this tiny oasis, a type of life had grown up. It did not need air or light. It did not even need food in the way that most other species would understand the term.
It just grew at the edge of the streaming column of water, looking like a cross between a worm and a flower.
Death kneeled down and peered at it, because it was so small. But for some reason, in this world without eyes or light, it was also a brilliant red. The profligacy of life in these matters never ceased to amaze him.
He reached inside his robe and pulled out a small roll of black material, like a jeweler’s tool kit. With great care he took from one of its pouches a scythe about an inch long, and held it expectantly between thumb and forefinger.
Somewhere overhead a shard of rock was dislodged by a stray current and tumbled down, raising little puffs of silt as it bounced off the tubes.
It landed just beside the living flower and then rolled, wrenching it from the rock.
Death flicked the tiny scythe just as the bloom faded…
The omnipotent eyesight of various supernatural entities is often remarked upon. It is said they can see the fall of every sparrow.
And this may be true. But there is only one who is always there when it hits the ground.
The soul of the tube worm was very small and uncomplicated. It wasn’t bothered about sin. It had never coveted its neighbor’s polyps. It had never gambled or drunk strong liquor. It had never bothered itself with questions like “Why am I here?” because it had no concept at all of “here” or, for that matter, of “I.”
Neither of those are Metroidvanias. Montezuma’s Revenge isn’t one big interconnected world and they both lack ability-based progression.
How to pass the 3 day no poop challenge! And then some.