Snow Goon

Proof, if proof be needed, that obscene wealth does not grant happiness.

Yes, the reason I want a female robot is ONLY because I'm sensitive about leaving a male robot at home to do chores. There is NO other reason I want female robots.

Ha! True!

Or, indeed, a headless man-horse.

Thanks for the scary story, pa-paw!

I weep for our future.

I am a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I actually DO like it. I know, I know. What can I do?

The name's Wyoming. John Wyoming.

Are you kidding me, Vimes would have an ACAB tattoo if it wouldn't disappoint Sybil.

No. I can assure you, it isn't.

So. Goddamn. True.

Whimsy, for the nonce, is my absolute jam. Back at ya, RPGnetters!

Honestly, at this point, I wouldn't mind if all the Rapturians just got up and went somewhere and left me the hell alone.

For fucks sake...

Goddamnit, I do love me some Trek, but c'mon guys.

What an absolutely creepy little asshole Carr must be to wear that.

Hey, I've heard the president is a pedophile. Maybe a big pedophile, you know, a real bad one. Or maybe not so bad, like an average level of evil. Some people say that. I don't know, but maybe.

You know, I would like to see something like that. "That guy, he carries roadkill around in his trunk for funsies. He's all messed up."

Welp, this is one of the greatest things I've seen all day. JIqochbe!

To be fair, most don't go into the exact "how's" and "whereby's" of beef production, either. If you want to turn people into llama's -- and why wouldn't you, it's fun -- you probably don't want to look to closely into how the Essence of Llama gets made.

Honestly, you didn't have to go straight to Flash Gordon, brother. ANY Brian Blessed role or appearance would have sufficed.

You know, this is the kind of study that makes me really start to wonder about how we treat certain animals. It's all fun and games eating chickens and whatnot, but when the orcas and orangutans start making secret plans together, we're going to get a hell of a shock.

In-gawddamn-deed!

Hearken to the unsettling call of the Greater North American Trump, known to the scientific community as the execrable "bastardis praedari." Don't let the small front paws fool you, it is dangerously aggressive towards females.

Thanks, Saber. Now I'm worldbuilding a science-fantasy setting centered on a vast, ruined theme park ruled by rotting animatronics obeying the final orders of their creator's brain-in-a-jar.

THAT duck is a serious problem, and how the hell did I get onto Old Fishmarket Close? My urban navigation was apparently botched... BADLY.

This is fun. I feel like mine would be a sleeping black bear on an azure escutcheon with a motto something like, "Hopes for the future, but fascists, man... what are we going to do about all the fucking fascists. Fuck." But, you know, in Latin to make it fancy.

I am not, and refuse to be, Gen Goonie.

Taxing the dead, now that's what I call Vulture Capitalism.

When a single person anywhere in the world can generate blueprints for skyscrapers from a prompt, what do architects still represent?