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āBrother, why do you still walk on four legs, we have been liberated, standā¦ā
Pokemon Heritage Post
Trying to cause an asthma attack at my family's gift exchange. The gobbler. I made 3 of these bitches.
cĆrdan the shipwright
Isnāt this the pancake boy?
it is absolutely the pancake boy
proofs?
BEHOLD!!!!!!
Cyber truck people trying desperately to find a redeeming quality in their glorified cardboard box: it... It has doors. They open. Glov comportmnt
Temple of Scared Ashes
Second Seal
Which path
Solas and Varric
I follow this lady on instagram who rescues cats, and i have been thinking about this video for literal months. behold the transformation of this wretched little beast
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Historically, when performing long, repetitive tasks like churning butter or weaving cloth, people would sit together and tell stories. Folk stories, fairytales, and even stories about mysterious ape-like figures living in the forests. So, yes, pioneer women did listen to podcasts about bigfoot while churning butter
HAPPY ACE WEEK FUCKERS
AND NONFUCKERS I FORGOT WHO IM TALKING TO
Itās insane to me that Dragon Age 2 is sandwiched in between two WAY HUGER and WAY MORE SUCCESSFUL games about more traditional fantasy protagonists facing off against world ending threats and winning and itās thisā¦weird, raw, personal tragedy about how no matter what you do, you canāt always stop crisis and disaster from occurring. Like The Hero or Ferelden, no matter who they were, wants to stop a Blight. The Inquisitor wants to repair the sky. And Hawke, like, wants to make some money, hang around their friends, and keep their family and their adoptive city safe. And they canāt even fucking do that, so unlike the heroes before and after them. You spend seven years in Kirkwall until the game says, āyeah, no matter what, the prejudices and traumas and hurts of this world are Too Much for one person to stop them. The world changes, wars roll over the land, you cannot stop history, Hawke. You tried. You failed.ā And then you just sit there, sixteen years old, listening to āIām Not Calling You A Liarā and youāre likeā¦.well, I guess I really wasnāt a hero. Damn. I love it.
I always felt that in both of Bioware's 2 most famous franchises, the middle child was always the most emotionally powerful, and that's not a coincidence with their pattern of going big-small-big with the scale of the narrative. The writing is always stronger when the story "scopes down" to just a specific, very fleshed out ragtag bunch of misfits. That's just the magic formula.