Bluetooth speaker? No! Homemade PVC pipe passive amp? Yes!
Bluetooth speaker? No! Homemade PVC pipe passive amp? Yes!
I loved swordfish steak the one time I had it, so I’d bet that Scylla, Charybdis, or the Kraken would be quite good.
Oh, also The Kraken is quite tasty.
Those are some very specifically-drawn dildos.
Probably The Asylum.
Admittedly, The Asylum has a quite a few rooms within it, but I’d say that the antechamber of The Asylum that abuts the outer wall to Outside comprises the majority of the surface of the Earth and its atmosphere, so that’s a pretty big room.
Did you see what he did to Dr. Dugong?!
“So you’re playing baseball, and Martha Kent is the pitcher…”
One time in high school, I heard somebody yell “Steve, you [bundle of sticks], stop talking to your girlfriend and let’s go!” and Steve was in fact at the time talking to his girlfriend.
The sheer concentration of cognitive dissonance has stuck with me to this day.
This is literally the backstory of Blue Submarine No. 6
Looks like one of those mechanical cancer SCPs.
This is the whole “if humans were going to have wings we’d have to redesign the whole organism from the ground up” fiasco all over again.
Well, you just gotta only allow one archetype per team, figure out a system for the players to draft their choice fairly, and then let the chips fall where they may.
At one point when I was in my mid to late-twenties, my workplace’s neighbor had their sprinkler system fail and flood their business. It was so bad that a bunch of water seeped under the adjoining wall and we had about a half an inch of water across a third of our fairly large store. There were maybe a dozen or so of us working there at the time, and we all got called in to rapidly move merchandise out into a big truck so that it wouldn’t get spoiled by the damp air before the remediation guys could do their thing.
So there’s all of these people, most of them younger than me, but not by a lot, running back and forth with crates of merchandise, and I looked around and immediately saw how chaotic and inefficient it was.
So I said, “Okay, you stand by the truck. You stand by the front door, you stand just inside. You stand a little further in than that. The first person just picks up a crate, and we bucket brigade it all out to the truck.”
It was an obvious solution, and it made the work go by so much faster and easier, but apparently I was the only one who thought to do it. I realized that in that moment, in a moderately large group, I was the most responsible adult in the room.
And I’m pretty sure that was when my childhood ended.
By Odin’s beard, I wish that animated series set in 3008 could have worked out.
Blacula is legitimately fantastic. It’s full-on a story about the lingering violence springing from European colonialism and the slave trade.
Just one example: The main character is an African prince, and his name is Mamuwalde, but when Dracula turns him, he says “I curse you with my name! You shall be called BLACULA!” For the rest of the film, no one calls him Blacula, because his name is Mamuwalde! Except there was one subtitle that slipped and read something like “BLACULA: I lost her because of you!”, and I immediately thought, “Hey you subtitling asshole, his goddamn name is Mamuwalde!”
By the end of the movie I was rooting for him in the fight with the LAPD.
I think the one in the middle is Shub-Niggurath, “The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young”.
Hell, it’s not as if the movie ended on a completely closed narrative note. Make a movie about another crew going to investigate the events of the first movie, or someone else experimenting with the same technology. Or just another Gothic horror movie set in space. It’s not rocket surgery.
Oddly enough, it’s three seashells, and everyone knows how they work.
80 percent-scale mock White House
I’m confused about this part. Does that mean it’s in basic outline correctly-sized but only has 80% as many rooms…
…or that the layout is exactly the same as the original, but everything is 20% smaller? Because then you’ve got issues with all the agents feeling like they’re seven feet tall.
No I don’t! I tell the truth!