Lucas Luck

he/him they/them pronouns || 25yo|| i somehow turned my description off by accident lol

[jame7t]

just scanned your blog! oh No….

[immortalfools]

Then you have seen my corruption.

[jame7t]

stay away from my posts, I don’t want the disease that turns your text purple. FUCK

[were--ralph]

what ever happened to Tomb Raider

[were--ralph]

i thought the reboot was good idk what happened after that though

[folly-of-alexandria]

Reboot finished its trilogy.

Company and IP was bought by Embracer Group.

Embracer Group spent a bunch of money it didn't have buying dev companies and IPs to pad its value chasing Saudi buyout.

Saudis decide not to go forward with deal; Embraer collapses and shutters most of the studios and IPs are scattered to the wind.

Tomb Raider gets picked up by (I think) Amazon Games.

Tomb Raider 1 remake announced last year, due out this year I believe. Also brand new Tomb Raider title due out 2027.

[were--ralph]

Thanks!

[sea-parrot]

You wake up one morning, and feel something is off. Your pillow smells strangely sweet. You’re still groggy with sleep, and try to hug your pillow closer. A piece of it simply breaks in your hand. It is made of chocolate.

You try to pull the blanket off of yourself, and you realize that, it too, is made of chocolate. You try to shake it off, and step out of bed. Your carpet feels strangely spongy. You look down, only to realize it’s actually cake. Lovingly baked, and smelling of sweet fruit. You grab a piece, and cautiously take a bite. It is one of the most delicious cakes you have ever eaten.

You get up, confused, and exit your room to see if the rest of your house is like this. The door handle melts in your hand as you hold onto it, and covers it with dark chocolate carefully painted gold. The rest of the carpet on the floor is still cake, the guardrails on the stairs leading down are tempered chocolate, the tiles on the floor are the same, the windows are sugar glass, everything is edible.

You run outside, knocking over the lovingly crafted chocolate front door in a panic.

You realize, in horror, that your house was not an exception. The bushes, the grass, the asphalt on the road, the trees, birds, the world itself, is chocolate.

Somewhere, not too far away, stands a man. Amaury fucking Guichon.

[parkchanwoohoo]

[famylee83]

This man needs to be hunted for sport.

[newtonpermetersquare]

So that’s basically how it went down

[tricornking]

I resent just how fucking accurate this shitpost is, congratulations OP, you effectively illustrated how Darwin’s Theory of Natural Selection became accepted by the wider public using a FUCKING MUPPETS MEME, here is your A+, get the hell out of my office

[shiverandqueeef]

how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)

[athanza]

From Veronica Tucker via Pinterest

[my-dailydreams]

[victusinveritas]

[jar-of-beetles]

its still technically may 31st here but who cares

[dogpuppy]

[squirrelly-13]

they got married btw

[visit-me-here-in-wonderland]

oh you’re not kidding

[escuerzoresucitado]

[distantwave]

[rebeccasteventaylor]

My workplace recently had a thing about ‘do you know how many days we lose to stress related sick days? Here are some ways to manage stress’ and it’s things like ‘keep a gratitude journal’

But I don’t know - when I started work, many decades ago, it was expected you’d start at 9, finish at 5. You’d get your lunch break. You are expected to give about 70% of yourself the majority of your time. The last hour of each day and Friday afternoon were quiet times. There was time in the day to hang out with your coworkers for ten minutes talking about anything, not just work.

Now you’re expected to come in early and leave late and work through lunch. Give 100% all the time, more if you can push it. Don’t take leave. Work every second of every day as hard as you can push yourself. Do not waste time in the kitchen just chatting. Why aren’t you working harder?

And perhaps we’re burning out and take massive amounts of stress leave not because we’re not keeping a gratitude journal but because we are all being pushed to breaking point consistently, day after day, until we snap.

The older days weren’t perfect. But there was an understanding that work wasn’t life, and we could relax a little at work and still get paid enough to live. Now we are expected to give everything we’ve got, then give more, and not get paid enough to do something as simple as get a coffee after work. Even our hobbies are supposed to be monetised.

I blame Reagan and Thatcher but also blame every business leader since then who thought that pattern of work was in any way sustainable.

[bard-like]

[what-even-is-thiss]

This post is ancient and stupid but I still laugh whenever I see it

[what-even-is-thiss]

So apparently the Mac and cheese you can manufacture in your settlements in fallout 4 has no radiation and heals just as much as purified water for a fifth of the carry weight so anyways I’ve set up a pasta farm so I can run through the wasteland crunching down on uncooked Mac and cheese so fast that nothing can kill me

[slimegargoyle]

in the beginning, the trump assassination attempts were spaced by twenty four weeks. then twelve, then six, then every two weeks. the last one, at the white house, was a week. in four days we could be seeing a trump assassination attempt every eight hours until they are coming every four minutes. we should witness a double event within seven days,