GGT 349 is Kickstarting the Remake to their Cancelled Game
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Alright, finally played gone home. It was unique. It reminded me alot like Journey, except even less gamey. If I paid $20 for it I'd be unimpressed, but for a $3 experience I think it was fine.
I don't know man, I just really enjoyed the new one. I'm not a huge fan of the predator/stealth ones and I was able to 3 star the ones in the game this time so I was happy about that.I am also really disappointed by the lack of challenge maps. I would have loved to have them just toaround with Predator maps. What's with the lack of those anyways? I'm almost at the end of the game and there have been very, very few compared to the last two games and those were my favorite parts. I think I'll probably take a break before I 100% it because I'm not sure I'll have the patience to go after the Riddler trophies.
I wish you were somewhat trolling, but I'm not surprised by your stance. To me, it's still AA>AO>AK>AC
It's hard for me to rate them since I liked all of them quite a lot, but just with the bigger Gotham and the Batmobile it kind of just felt more Batman like for me, but maybe I'd say AK>AA>AC>AO, but I still liked Origins a lot.
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It's funny, Dark Pit was going to be the next one I preorder, then they announced this and instantly killed my interest in him.
waiting outside my Best Buy for that shit. It was such a cluster when they put out Meta Knight that I can't even imagine how ed Dark Pit will be since he's in store only.So like, I think I found a great way to make money a little while ago and now I'm really excited. I think this is something I can do part time and still make decent bank while I'm learning other things for career shit. I'm going to write porn for Amazon ebooks.
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I went to a pop punk show last night and they played Troll 2 during one of the sets
I also did too many shots right when we got to the venue
I also did too many shots right when we got to the venue
Im hopping stores get at least 100 of them to meet the demand. Its going to be insane if each store gets like 4. Im definitely not camping out.It's funny, Dark Pit was going to be the next one I preorder, then they announced this and instantly killed my interest in him.
So like, I think I found a great way to make money a little while ago and now I'm really excited. I think this is something I can do part time and still make decent bank while I'm learning other things for career shit. I'm going to write porn for Amazon ebooks.
Is reading porn as much fun as watching it? Dont you need to be really descriptive?
Like he locked him in a room in his mind? Is that against the law in some way?
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I seriously doubt they are going to be well supplied. I mean, why would they start doing that now?
It depends on what you like. I know plenty of people that prefer it to watching, but it really just boils down to what your preferred way of digestion is. You do need to be very, very descriptive for writing porn.
If they would supply as many dark pits as they did with mario for example then maybe it would change things. Very unlikely but make all the figures common, shelf space wont be an issue since these things get bought up so fast. They could also only do online sales which is almost an unlimited amount of shelf space. They have the demand but not the supply.
Like a whole chapter describing nipples?! I would definitely read that. You should write one about you, Nate and Leda three way. New york times best seller right there.
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If you managed to get your hands on Rosalina, you already got a dark pit.
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Next time you find yourself sucking dick for amiibo, don't forget to play with dark pit.
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Started Tomb Raider last night. I've already failed so many QTEs.
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Nier 2? About damn time!
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So far it seems like Falling and Sliding Simulator: The Game.They're pretty
Also that game is dope.
You're in for lots of fire and explosions.
like constant
It's like the last hour of a Micheal Bay movie.
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Wow, she didn't say she was getting rid of her tattoos cuz she didn't like tattoos anymore.
She was already never getting rid of all of them to begin with, she was always going to keep some and possibly get more. It was mostly getting rid of her hand tattoos and those that would be hard to cover up with clothes/make up. For instance, the Bon Jovi tat, the Horde one, and her elvish script along with the butterflies have all been untouched.
You think you know the whole story cuz of one or two tweets I've posted here out of context and for whatever reason you think that gives you the right to shit on her cuz maybe "she changed her mind about something" like you've always stuck to your guns on everything you've done. You talk like you know but you reallyin don't and it's pretty obvious to everyone in this thread that that's all you ever do cuz it makes you feel superior cuz of some inferiority complex that you really have. Good job Zeki, you possibly know a little more than a 21 year old does, maybe watch out for beatles he's a lot younger than you too, oh wait you already do shit on him all the time whelp.
She was already never getting rid of all of them to begin with, she was always going to keep some and possibly get more. It was mostly getting rid of her hand tattoos and those that would be hard to cover up with clothes/make up. For instance, the Bon Jovi tat, the Horde one, and her elvish script along with the butterflies have all been untouched.
You think you know the whole story cuz of one or two tweets I've posted here out of context and for whatever reason you think that gives you the right to shit on her cuz maybe "she changed her mind about something" like you've always stuck to your guns on everything you've done. You talk like you know but you really
in don't and it's pretty obvious to everyone in this thread that that's all you ever do cuz it makes you feel superior cuz of some inferiority complex that you really have. Good job Zeki, you possibly know a little more than a 21 year old does, maybe watch out for beatles he's a lot younger than you too, oh wait you already do shit on him all the time whelp.That is really well done. Tattoo artist have some amazing skill. Whoever did that one was really good. I dont have any tattoos personally but I have seen some superb pieces. Its also cool that one artist wont work on anothers work out of respect(dont know if all artist do that).
Phantom asked me that the other day if anyone noticed. Beatles was always available but I stuck with the 93 since i used that for xbox,Playstation etc. Finally decided to actually change it. Thanks for noticing.
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CaptainJoel
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I noticed.
Late happy 4th of July, guys.
Things have been rough the last few days. Can't stop dreaming about my Mom's death and it's stopping me from getting any real sleep. I don't know for sure what caused it, but I'm almost inclined to blame Inside Out. Shitty sleep aside, it has been a good weekend. I like Leda's tats. Also, it's not normal for a tat artist to not do any work on someone else's piece. If they don't, it's rarely out of respect and more because they think they don't have the skill to match the earlier work on the piece.
Late happy 4th of July, guys.
Things have been rough the last few days. Can't stop dreaming about my Mom's death and it's stopping me from getting any real sleep. I don't know for sure what caused it, but I'm almost inclined to blame Inside Out. Shitty sleep aside, it has been a good weekend. I like Leda's tats. Also, it's not normal for a tat artist to not do any work on someone else's piece. If they don't, it's rarely out of respect and more because they think they don't have the skill to match the earlier work on the piece.
It wont, as long as we have at least one person it will live.
Also I bet everyone is busy this week thats why it's slow in here.
Your post reminded me of something, maybe the Death part.
Has anyone read "The Egg" by Andy Weir? Its very fascinating. It may dabble a bit in religion but its more than that.
I remember when I told my family it they looked at me like it was the craziest thing they had ever heard.
Here it is for those interested
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. TheEMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. TheEMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
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CaptainJoel
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I start singing lots of songs randomly throughout the day. I'll read the short story you posted earlier later, btw. I read the first couple of lines and was intrigued.
Today has been busy as
. Also, more than a little annoying. I wonder what is the deal with Mondays. It's not even necessarily a perceived negativity with the start of the conventional work week with me, Mondays just seem to really, really suck.Thats just the most random one that I start singing, I havent even heard the song in years.I start singing lots of songs randomly throughout the day. I'll read the short story you posted earlier later, btw. I read the first couple of lines and was intrigued.
Today has been busy as
When I first read the story it blew my mind.
Interesting about Monday with you. Maybe its your body remembering school when you were a kid? I think sometimes we subconsciously alter days in our mind based on past events. Im not sure if social norms have anything to contribute to that. I personally always seem to have bad stuff happen on sunday.
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