sigh …and my tiny upvote
sigh …and my tiny upvote
And cheddar, ya philistines.
Well done. I’ve not seen this one before and it’s well done.
Since I choose, am I aware of the song being gone afterwards? Can I choose a Beatles song that the world loves and then “write” it and profit from it? (See the movie “Yesterday”.) It’s interesting that a lot of answers are “get rid of the song that I don’t like. Okay, I get that. But! If I’m aware that the song is gone afterwards, I’d choose whatever the most sung religious song is just to see what that affects.
After the clearance, Clarence.
Squid gun! Oh, yeah!
My understanding is she’s using the other hand, so technically, totes different.
If you take drugs irresponsibly, you could be happy for the rest of your life.
Weekend at Bernie’s II
I thought it was a giant space goat?
“ “ - Gordon Freeman (New dialogue found on beta disc)
I just went through their list and didn’t realize Whiplash was one of their’s! Makes sense though.
I mean, I guess it makes sense, but this is the fist time I’ve seen a tricerabottom.
Or at least USB C.
Robot wives are pretty much exactly what the whole torso dildo is. Only, someone who has the whole torso dildo isn’t taking it out to dinner and dancing and showing it off like it’s trophy.
“And I’d do it again.” Robinson. Probably.
The “quirk”. Something that your character does that none of the others do. Addiction to hallucinogenic substances is an easy one. Of course the shadows crawl for me! Or, specifically artistic. Painting still lifes? They alway have flies because your muse is a rotting corpse that is just off canvas. Mismatched socks because your particular demon can’t follow you for some specific reason. Obsessive compulsive when opening doors to avoid walking into the wrong dimension, or letting something crossover. An object that you fidget with that keeps you invisible to the otherworld that you’re hyper-realistically aware of. Of course you’re a manic mess when it’s misplaced. And paranoid. Heirlooms. The whatever-it-is has been a part of your family for generations, and handed down from parent to child (oh! be the oldest or youngest, or only gender of your family). The responsibility falls to the eldest son, the curse is put upon the youngest child and that’s why your poor, tired mother had 17 children before you, or, the curse is dormant as long as a daughter is born each generation. I dunno, stuff like that?
Gotcha. And, fair enough. I now choose “Stairway to Heaven” so that the world forever debates Tenacious D’s “Tribute” and what song it could be about. ** laughs in Jack Black **