A lot of the jankiness is gone in the later games. DS1 feels really clunky after having played DS2 and DS3.
A lot of the jankiness is gone in the later games. DS1 feels really clunky after having played DS2 and DS3.
I hate to defend her, but there was no tirade about flat Earth.
“May as well just go all out and say it. The Earth is flat, birds are government drones, and we’ve never set foot on the moon, and Joe Biden received 81 million votes in the 2020 election,”
Basically she was being facetious. If that last statement about Biden wasn’t there, I might have been convinced she believed these things, but she’s equating those statements with the “lie” that Biden got more votes than Trump in 2020.
Same here. Evolution doesn’t work that way. It’s basically the opposite. Species don’t evolve to solve a problem, they evolve randomly and sometimes that solves a problem for them. Or sometimes, it pushes the species into a very narrow niche where its survival is ensured as long as the current extremely precarious situation they find themselves in doesn’t change.
If you’re digging a hole to bury a body, it should already be big enough that you can just toss another body in with it.
Mmmm, you seek Heisenberg. Take you to him, I can!
It runs fine on Linux.
It’s true that most people wouldn’t know, and probably wouldn’t look that far into things before buying a game. Fortunately Steam’s refund policy is pretty good for this kind of situation.
They’re playing poker.
Maybe it’s time you got into SFF PCs. Or maybe it’s best you don’t.
The Roasters guy?
How else do you plan to knock them over?
By this, they mean “We made a bad movie, and for some strange reason people didn’t want to see it. We’re confused.”
I said Hey! What’s going on?
Hey Ma! It’s that weird fucking cat again!
Bernie has been on the right side of basically every political issue for over 6 decades, that’s why.
Either mine don’t have the coating, or I’m immune to it somehow.
Your math is wrong.
Ok maybe you’re not a fascist country, but you’ve been dipping your toes in the fascism pool for decades, just waiting for the water to be warm enough.
My name’s Buck, and I’m here to party.