More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
I suspect that the extra life seen here is an elaborate hoax by many players across the internets, because I have never seen it once, and even when I imitate these vids, I cannot get it to appear. Thank you Cave, for putting *one* extra life in your game and making its method of appearing sooooooo esoteric that I had to scour the interwebs forevurrrrrrr to figure out how it even appears.
In Touhou, there are enough extra lives, and they always have clearly established methods of appearing, if they are not simply handed to you at a certain point. This is the way it should be. :/
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
ummmm what happened to Dirty Pillows (teehee) I wonder. Is he okay? :o Did he die???? :O Maybe he fell asleep and went straight to work and stayed there...?
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
10:30, Hooters. Thomas Ligotti washes down his chicken wings with huge gulps of his daiquiri. He whistles to the waitress, and orders another round of shots for the table. "Man, it don't get better than this!" he says. I try to bring the conversation back to his work. "So Thomas, about Grimscribe..." He puts a pudgy finger to his bbq sauce-stained lips and shushes me. "Chill out with that stuff bro. It's just books. Not in front of the lay-dees. "Panama" by Van Halen begins to play in the background. Ligotti grins from ear to ear. "Aw shit man, I love this song!"
I just tried reading the CWCki again, for the first time in a while. It's just as disgusting as ever; Chris's whole life is basically what would happen if Grossman from "narrator" was real. (I think it says something that Grossman is a one-shot sight gag with no characterization whatsoever beyond being disgusting...)
No, I don't necessarily mind not being paid a few times; ten dollars per dog for an hour long walk is pretty generous, but I don't like it when people build up my expectations only to let me down. I asked one of the people about being paid today, and he pulled me aside and we actually had a fairly nice talk, but my Takeaway from it was 1. I was not getting paid by this person. 2. The reason for this was because- even though I didn't actually take her damned money- my aunt told him that I was selfish and only wanted money from her.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
I bet your aunt has an evil ant in her butt that is making her be evil. But ummmmmm what if I met her one day and she was like super nice or something? I do wonder. :o Anyway, that does sound like the activities of a butt-ant of evil.
10:30, Hooters. Thomas Ligotti washes down his chicken wings with huge gulps of his daiquiri. He whistles to the waitress, and orders another round of shots for the table. "Man, it don't get better than this!" he says. I try to bring the conversation back to his work. "So Thomas, about Grimscribe..." He puts a pudgy finger to his bbq sauce-stained lips and shushes me. "Chill out with that stuff bro. It's just books. Not in front of the lay-dees. "Panama" by Van Halen begins to play in the background. Ligotti grins from ear to ear. "Aw shit man, I love this song!"
Odradek wins the Post of the Week Award, as sponsored by this charming man/polecat-ferret.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
There are some superiors with whom you cannot win. I know this from experience. :D You must persevere and be the strong super basket ball playing astronaut that you are!!!
Well, you can examine yourself- I don't imagine anyone else would want to:
Sad, wheezing and lonely, you are the paragon of late middle-age, with the bulge of your stomach- which seems only yesterday to have been a washboard- spilling over the edges of your trousers like the top of a muffin, and the pallid shine of your bald, bald scalp peeking through your pathetic comb-over, mocking your own sense of social and physical impotence. Your broken-veined face is ruddy and glistening with sweat from the exertion of just walking a few feet, and your weak little lungs puff away, reminding you of everything you've let yourself become incapable of. Looking back on the pointless, monotonous years in which you have merely gone through the motions of living- never enjoying yourself and barely even feeling sad, being so numbed by a life of disappointment- you know that in a world so bleak and bare of emotion for little, bitter people like you there is no reason for going on, and that breathing has merely become a habit. Your promise as a person is spent, and you've done nothing worthwhile with your life. The likelihood is that no-one will come to your funeral, but if that weren't so you wouldn't be at this point. Without even crying, not even with some sort of grim resolve, you empty the bottle of paracetamol you've just bought into your mouth, sit on the floor, and wait as the light fades forever. No-one even tries to stop you. A final twinge of regret grips you in the last moment, but not for this last act- rather for a whole life misspent.
*** You've died, wondering what the punchline's going to be ***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench – the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
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In Touhou, there are enough extra lives, and they always have clearly established methods of appearing, if they are not simply handed to you at a certain point. This is the way it should be. :/
Coming soon to Central Avenue
SHE WILL NOT BRING HER FOUL WITCHERY TO THE LORD'S PLACE THAT IS HEAPER'S HANGOUT
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Unlikely.
DIRTY PILLOWS ARE IS HERE
*hugs*
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Statistically speaking, Vimeo is an internet site that has video sharing.
hmm neat-o
my entire family is somewhere other than home right now, and as usual I have no idea where.
*sigh*
I have only been paid 40.
No, I don't necessarily mind not being paid a few times; ten dollars per dog for an hour long walk is pretty generous, but I don't like it when people build up my expectations only to let me down. I asked one of the people about being paid today, and he pulled me aside and we actually had a fairly nice talk, but my Takeaway from it was
1. I was not getting paid by this person.
2. The reason for this was because- even though I didn't actually take her damned money- my aunt told him that I was selfish and only wanted money from her.
don't this
~rrrrroooooooby-doobydooooooooooooooooooo~
I'm being painted as the bad guy even though- and I can't emphasize this enough- I outright refused to take her money.