I am the Angel of Death. The time of cleansing is at hand.

Marge gets a job at the Power Plant. Monty takes an interest in her. She pitches trying to improve morale by having a funny hat day.

monorail monorail monorail

I’ve only got it once so far, but diving into the hitbox of an Abrams heavy melee to parry and protect an ally is THE MOST satisfying experience in any game.

And so, the cycle of minor, but copyrighted updates begins.

Then software engineers harness that evil in mazes of their own.

At least that’s what the code I’ve read looks like.

“We want more bland, 2010 Marvel 7/10 mid-tier okayness.”

How about you make cheaper movies that try different things?

Maybe you give talented writers and directors the reins to make their vision?

No? We need to spend $500m on every movie so that it needs to break $1bn to be worth it?

Uber/Dash drivers parking wherever suits them, blocking lanes. Inconsiderate pricks!

Then I get annoyed at the companies forcing them to meet unrealistic expectations or they stop getting jobs.

Then I get annoyed at myself for getting annoyed at the poor bastards busting their asses to make a living in a system that treats them as entirely replaceable.

What does this monstrosity cost?

Anything by Graham Linehan. He put out some excellent tv, then when he got a social media audience reveals he’s a gigantic TERF.

Going back, you can start to see it in his work.

That’s a suspiciously made-up sounding number.