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So I ordered something that was supposed to arrive over the weekend and finally made it to my state today. It started in IN, went to KY, went to FL TWICE, and then up to WA. BECAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE IN THAT GODDAMN PATH.
Although it looks highly inconvenient, there is a little method to the madness. [x] (1:19:45 to 1:23:05)
Or at least I believe this might help clarify what happened, it could still be a nonsensical creation of merchandise-transportation industry.
My roommate and I started playing Killing Floor again on Steam—an FPS zombie-wave survival game—and it’s been about a year since we played. We’re going to play more often now because it still works and we were having fun.
He found a mod that makes the zombies all into xenomorphs from the Alien franchise. I got it to work for solo play and was strictly playing on an open-field sort of map after being destroyed on an interior map.
But now everyone’s in bed, and the map playlist put me into an interior with tiny hallways—creepy, underground, windy hallways—and this is the legitimate text I sent my girlfriend.
"Everyone went to bed and i’m left playing this game on this level with tunnels and the amount of NOPE that I have is so damn high!"
Fairly certain she’s laughing her ass off at me right now.
I think this might be my favorite thing ever.
I love the crap out of this post
10 days until the Project for Awesome! Start flexing your commenting hands and get your videos ready!
Waiting to hear back from my over-the-break job to see if I have to work during P4A. Last year I worked both days, which meant muted livestreams at the library desk and then full-sound glory during lunch breaks. Didn’t sleep much those nights.
This is perfect.
"Get closer, Alex; I can’t feel your junk"