This reminds me so much of the scrabs of Oddworld
This reminds me so much of the scrabs of Oddworld
Still on Flathub though.
How crocs are made
How is ‘source’ part of the metaphor?
I’m sure Denmark has hurt you greatly and will do so again, but the ownership is 60/40 between Sweden and Denmark. PostNord operates the same in Denmark as it does in Sweden.
Vangers is a postapocalyptic and fundamentally strange top-down driving/exploration/mystery/action-RPG.
It has a unique back story, hostile worlds and an intriguing and expansive vocabulary that helps tell the story. If you are the type of person that appreciates poetic neologisms because they get your brain going, guessing at the etymology and sucking up the layers of connotation, this is up your alley.
Even if you manage to complete the game, you’ll be left wondering whether what happened was even meant to happen. It’s sort of post modern with deconstructed words, rituals and behaviors all jumbled up and muddled together as a result of a great and important event that once had meaning to creatures that may no longer even exist.
She does seem to have more trouble interpreting some of my requests. To my frustration Siri will show me a correct transcription of what I said and then still ask for confirmation. Or even worse she’ll ask me to repeat the entire request after producing a correct transcription. This happens a lot when using HomeKit.
So is your car the only car in the universe? As far as I recall the only form of local transportation has been that miniature train system on New Atlantis. If your own transport ships need to travel to an outpost 200 meters away, they go to space and back to get there.
Why is Fedora a psycho? Or is that not the relevant part? Maybe just business-like?
I’m really struggling with this game. I got it on sale and played for 3+ hours, but somehow it didn’t grip me. It was really annoying having to constantly start over. Not trying to detract from other people’s experience of it.
nut frequently
Definitely made me do a double take there.
One millennium. More millennia.
Holy shit, those horses are a million years old.
Good old 45 degree cliffs, one of the staples of alien planets.