Well, do we have some good news for you about what’s currently in your body…

My current dryer has an annoying tone for everything. Change mode? Gotta beep as you click passed each one! Oh, you wanna adjust the time and heat? We’ll make it chime with every increment instead of just when the button is pressed! Clothes done? Song of my people! Opened the door? Second verse!

Heard it at VW, too.

The explanation I was given(and this well could be bullshit) was that they’re “sold”, in the sense that they’re claimed by a lot who will further sell them on, hence the storage on-property until they’re transported down the line.

Some are also held and leased for employee use, be it through employer vehicle loan or a leasing program like VW had, where you could select from a variety of models owned for the company fleet(including other manufacturers under their umbrella, like Audi) for up to a year.

Slowly grinding my way through a Pokemon Red Professor Oaks Challenge(Yay, switch-training Magikarp…), and when my brains to the point of melting from that, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. Kitsune Bladebound Magus, happily traipsing her fluffy way down wherever Desna may guide her.

May the Gods have mercy on the crusade she’s going to lead.

Only one way to find out. We need to find the Glove, rip out his skull, and find out if it’s full of brownies so dank they raise the dead.

Is that a giant spoon I hear speeding its way over?

Alright, who loaded his respirator with Dark Side OG?

“All babies look vaguely like Winston Churchill”(to absolutely brutalize a Good Omens quote).

Oh hell yeah, running and jumping around in Crackdown was an absolute blast. They had the exploration down perfectly, you really felt yourself get better at navigating, and the reward was just making it even better.

Bowel Disruptor set to “Liquefy”.

Spider Jerusalem wins again.

A gentle sonic agitator.

Only if the little pizzas have even smaller pineapples on top.

Possibly served by a tiny coffeeshop, within a small bookstore, contained in a slightly larger coffeeshop, and an even larger bookstore.

Etch some sigils in it, shove some candles on top, baby, you got a Hand of Glory burnin’!

You ask the turtle very politely.

It is your home, after all.

I’ve gotten to the point that I look up if there’s a good reward for it. Like, does this run through the whole game and build up to at least a nice cutscene or piece of gear? Alright. Annoying, but doable.

A piece of golden shit? Never again. Never a-fucking-gain, I swear I had a faster time pulling KOS-MOS in XC2 than hunting down so many Koroks.

It depends. Are we going to work together to tell an interesting story? I will happily make all my players stupid dreams come true, but I’ll still let them get bitten for being lazy or dumb with it.

Hell, I’m even down for some braindead fun, have an “off” game where we just let chaos reign with absolutely broken builds at every turn.

But we wanna get unruly? Wanna challenge Gods where we shouldn’t? ToH will remind you of the pecking order.

I recognize that look.

That’s the “Bolt or Thump”. Ohh, I hope it was a good thumping. Nothing better than those grumpy stomps.

“What do we do now?”

“Give it time. Before he knows it, he’ll have the a case of Infernal Pinkeye no Cleric will be able to cure.”

Life goals.

Look, I’ve been where you are before. You jump from cult to cult, looting the bodies and altars once they kick it. It gives you a sense of purpose, and keeps a roof above your head without much effort.

But do you know what’s even better? Forming your own cult. Just find a forgotten ancient deity, make up some bullshit, people fall in line. Let 'em clean themselves up, move onto the next god and town.