I'm always wildly over the HowLongToBeat hours when I'm done with a game. I care more about whether I'm having fun playing rather than hours taken.

That's why it's forced

I hate that I can visualize this greentext so easily.

GPT doesn't really learn from people, it's the over-correction by OpenAI in the name of "safety" which is likely to have caused this.

I have no respect for people shoplifting non-essential items (like makeup, etc) but essential items like food is a different story.

Yes, but I'm tired of babysitting.

I pirate AAA, I buy indie.

The caterpillar stage. Wikipedia says that's 6-7 weeks long.

Even if it was true, would it be worth it? Guy must have had to miss out on so many milestones in his and his loved ones lives.

Life is just one big fight against entropy

The sequel to PLEASE DRINK VERIFICATION CAN

$8.3 trlllion in wealth

That is like 10 times the US yearly military budget. Where are you getting these numbers from?

It's edited

feed her a stew that blinds her for 1 day

What, your printer doesn't have a full keyboard under its battery? You've gotta get with the times my man.

All I can think about is that atrocious braces indentation

Most of that greentext is bullshit. The truth is that some people will always try to make a quick buck, even at the expense of others.

TIL

Sealioning (also sea-lioning and sea lioning) is a type of trolling or harassment that consists of pursuing people with relentless requests for evidence, often tangential or previously addressed, while maintaining a pretense of civility and sincerity ("I'm just trying to have a debate"), and feigning ignorance of the subject matter. It may take the form of "incessant, bad-faith invitations to engage in debate", and has been likened to a denial-of-service attack targeted at human beings. The term originated with a 2014 strip of the webcomic Wondermark by David Malki, which The Independent called "the most apt description of Twitter you'll ever see".

Never been more glad to have left that sinking ship early

If only our lives weren't bound by work...