

Capitalism, uh, finds a way.


Capitalism, uh, finds a way.
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Knock knock knock.
WHO’S THERE?
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock


There’s a very thin line between the longing look of admiration and the cold gaze of a serial killer.


Worst. Windchime. Ever.
Unless it’s stupid, then it’s anecdodo.

Officially. Dipfuck sure as hell will just tell him, or leave folders laying about.


The skull looked 18!


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The ice cream truck in my area plays the calliope version of “It’s a Small World” every summer, every day, and I want to burn it all down when I hear it. Alternatively, you could plays sounds that are above the adult frequency of hearing if they have children. The kids will be super annoyed and the adults will have no idea it’s even happening. Look up the “mosquito tone”.
That guy gets so much voice work.
The urge to bump into other cars in this thing would be overwhelming.


Movie rights. Were something like bitcoin. Our ideas generate value to the creators. The more in-sim value that’s created, so it extends to the creators. Mirrors are to blame, you see. Whichever creator allows mirrors to exist in-sim nearly destroyed the sim the first time a “person” stood between two mirrors and saw their infinite reflection. The immediate fix was to allow the concept of infinite universes and sim life.


Because none of the other characters are? It’s a quick way to set them apart at a glance, I reckon.


I’M THE ONE WHO FLUFFS PILLOWS!
“Cooool! Caucasian!” -Jambi


This is what Immortan Joe wants.


D rink yo ur ov alt ine
Darkon is a documentary about LARPing. I think that oughta cover all aspects.
“We only do reprehensible things because we’re allowed to. We would totally be ethical if forced to!”