Dylan™

I knew Big Yaoi was getting more powerful...

And what a relief that is, seriously

Happy Father’s Day

and, occasionally, in the edit and in the edit and in the edit

Legit have been trying to brainstorm a way to do one on a literal $0 budget in the next year or two

Renegade Ranger vs Paragon Ranger

They aren’t backing down. They’re just threatening people in other cities. Still illegal. Still unconstitutional. Even if they haven’t yet backed it up by shooting someone in the face.

Gan Tíoránaigh, Gan Ríthe, Gan ICE

get fucked little man.

Holy shit

Hell yeah. Stay safe out there.

a 3d scene with a crashed ufo and alien asking a nasa engineer for help. they stand in front of the artemis 2 rocket.

earthside assistance

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Y'know, the same thing happened to me, and then I was diagnosed with the fibro and comically low vitamin D. Sometimes just missing The Vitamin just fucks you, man. Hopefully some Vitamin is coming your way

lrp: vouching for Ol' Sweet William's editing ability. Fellow indies, he's a great person to have on your team

If you guys need any editing (video, audio, pretty much anything) I’m available to hire. Reasonable rates, lots of experience.

sits my white ass downs and listens

I'm just so very glad to know you

Somewhat strangely, I did find that to be the case

How to use your imagination When your party stays at the Inn overnight, what do they eat? If you ever catch yourself wondering that, then you know you've formed an attachment to your characters. With Etrian Odyssey's characters, you only give them a name and a portrait, so no matter how you think of the character, it's technically just your imagination. But even in that case, without your imagination, the character is nothing. For example, a landsknecht who uses an axe might eat his meat with his bare hands and no utensils, but one who wields a sword might prefer a knife and fork at dinner. You might think differently, but... If you can imagine small details like that, you might find that you enjoy this kind of RPG even more. The essence is an RPG is using numbers to make calculated decisions, but if you invest those "numbers" with your own feelings, you can spice up the game a little. Think about this: In your party of five, three characters are dead. Two of them are alive, but they only have a couple of HP left, and no TP. They're certain to die in their next turn, giving you a game over. Number-wise, those characters are useless, but how do you imagine they feel about that? What kind of people are those 2 characters who are about to die? Try to imagine things like that in the brief time before your game ends. Are they a landsknecht and a ronin, who'll die facing the enemy and laughing? Is it a protector, ordering the weak medic to run with his last breath? The game over screen looks the same every time, but in your imagination, it could play out very differently. The game itself isn't that big of a thing; what you imagine for yourself is much more fun. We hope that the player uses this game as a tool, to create dramatic and fun situations in your own minds.

I think a lot about this bit by Kazuya Niinou about how an RPG can be one thing on your screen and another thing in your brain

At least that last line item's already taken care of.

l'il ol' Honk and Shoo

It's time. We must all go...Sicko Mode

One phylogenetic branch away from the vaunted Snuffleupagus

Happy New Year, Darryl!

26 years ago I was sent to a London pub by a newspaper to interview and drink whisky with Lemmy, who was in the band Motorhead and, before that, slightly less famously, Hawkwind and, before that, much less famously, Sam Gopal. We had a good chat: about being from the part of the Midlands north of the River Trent, about books, and about roadying for Hendrix in the mid-60s (him, not me; I was minus nine at the time). When the record company PR sidled over to tell me my time was up, Lemmy waved him away. “No, no, I’m enjoying this,” he said, commandingly. I realised at this point that I had another question I’d been meaning to ask but hadn’t. “Are you scared of anything?” I said to Lemmy. “Nothing,” he replied. Then he paused and frowned for a moment, as if an idea had suddenly occurred to him. “Oh, maybe snakes,” he said. “It’s because they’ve got no shoulders.”

I remember all too little of the interviews I did with rock stars when I was briefly employed as the music critic for a national newspaper, but there is this.

Home stretch for LAKE and it's goddamn agonizing but that's indie film baybeeeeeeeee

There's a local brewpub place here that (consistently) has the best fries I've ever had. Adding anything to them feels like a sacrilege. Also, ketchup does suck.

brb, going to make a film titled "None of the Stuff" and use this as a retroactive endorsement

(I feel you. At least we have our soft little animal friends to keep us company through it)

One of my favorite places in the world. These photos are gorgeous.