Vagrant Story.

Wise and the Folletts: Masters of the Metal.

Same as the old boss…

In case you were wondering, it’s because they named the color after the fruit.

Not required to what by that art?

Well, there’s politics… and there’s politics.

No more mouse screws under the glide pads? Be still my heart.

Brain Stapling… nice.

What was that Thomas the Train Engine creepypasta again?

Was there always a bucket in that picture?

The model literally ate The Onion, and now they can’t get it to throw it back up.

If you’re testing for fail state, sure.

If you’re testing for sustained burn, you fucked up. Time to science and figure up how to unfuck it.

Lemmy Wooden Nickel: Upvotes

He was dumb enough to let X expire, maybe he’ll do the same thing here.

So it’s available?

Those poor silicon atoms…

I think someone already wrote a proposal for that.

How to get contries to develop their space programs and colonize the moon: “Its made of oil!”

Books suck.

Sincerely,

Folks that have to work with books all day.

As long they keep their gruby little mitts off of Unseen, they can go fart in a box for all I care.