this is why obsess over my performance in video games. that and work are all i have. i realize that probably sounds incredibly silly to a regular-ass person who isn't afflicted with a crippling karmic debuff, but an untouchable wretch like myself can't rely on socializing to boost my self-esteem
fuck sharing experiences. fuck trying to relate to people. fuck lighthearted banter. fuck my life fuck everything
the greatest plush ever conceived. a spherical cat with a simple ascii face
I knew you would understand, yörbenz
"Does man own the rivers and the mountains as well?" - Esteban Winsmore, 2013
skill issue. i would simply grab that shit with both hands and cram it into my mouth like a pro
Yaruo has an epiphany so profound it causes him to transcend spacetime
every morning i wake up
go up to mountain top
eat milk of goat
and scream "PISS"
lmao
how am i supposed to hate-play this shit ass game with a schedule this busy? somehow it's three in the fucking morning again. whatever, free palestine
mfw i'm stuck in the rhombic prism
"never mind my apple cheeked, propeller hat wearing ass. meet the women who refused to date me in high school"
do people really pronounce it mo-AY-bee-us?
fwiw the oe in moebius is an umlaut, similar to the ea in heard or the i in bird. sonic the hedgehog is lying to you. it's pronounced mÖbius
2 packs of instant ramen + 100g cheap ass breakfast ham, diced + a generous helping of sriracha
it's awwwwriiiight
why is it shaped like an intrepid class
and my useless ass still hasn't played it. one day, soon, probably, definitely, maybe
it's on my computer. i just
I'll get to it
I am visualizing you in an 80s street brawler type outfit, with torn sleeves, studded fingerless gloves, and killer eyeliner
I love this one. it's the musical equivalent of sheer rage. you can feel the ambient electricity. the ground is cracking like plaster. small particles are being lifted into the air
composing the most intense final boss theme of all time and then giving it to the first boss was certainly a choice
Silence, machine!
"i've met a guy who's had his head and both arms blown off in combat. we shook hands. he smiled at me and said, sir, you're the greatest president of all time, thanks for making america the hottest country in the world. under joe biden we've had people come in from mental institutions.."
"there's soldiers walking around who had their heads blown off. some of them multiple times. they put the old head back on, or they make a new one, i don't know, and then they blow it off again. it's incredible. i've never seen anything like it. these guys are losing so many heads.."
i've become too powerful. this doesn't compute
ok, this feels like a weird thing to say, but my ability to ultrahop everywhere from any position severely impedes my ongoing struggle to make myself feel bad on purpose
look at these smooth brained little lumps. smart enough to be prosocial, yet too stupid to understand the concept of self-hatred. their lives revolve entirely around eating and snuggling. I want what they have..
it took me less than a minute to master the true ultrahop. great, that means i need neither solar wind nor soul cutter. let's go. I can't wait to feel miserable
time for more ritualistic self-harm
oh, he's an engineer. that's great lmao