The sentence "how long has it been since the hippos hungered" is just incredible.
I've got a bobble-head baby Groot. It's pretty handy to talk to, and it's a useful branch manager. Plus, it has root access.
I think Persona's a pretty safe bet. Come for the socialising, character drama and flashy gimmicks; stay for the mechanics and optimisation strategies. Plus, if you give a kid a game they're not old enough for where the characters use hidden powers to overturn society, it'll become their personality for a while.
For a more family-friendly game, I'd suggest basically ANY Mario RPG. It's casual and fun, but it's still a JRPG.
If you're dead set on an archetypal JRPG, then Octopath Traveler is as good as you can get while still having the comforts of modern gaming.
Oh, it means that in England too. Jokes are made a-plenty.
To me, they're synonyms. Buns, rolls, baps... There's a ton of other terms for it, too, but those are the ones I use.
I think you are incorrect, an accurate description is not a personal attack.
Either you referred to what we call "buns" as "muffins" (and ate them without anything in them), which is weird, or you thought we called muffins "buns", which is also weird. And you were sticking to your guns while american-splaining to a brit about british culture (without even being right), which is weird and kinda offensive.
I've had enough of people hiding their bad behaviour behind a wall of "please be civil". I will be as uncivil as I like in calling out bad behaviour, and I will think very poorly of anyone who thinks I shouldn't.
You're here trying to explain my own culture to me, and you're not even right about it, and you're upset I'm upset about it? Is the phrase "personal attack" just your way of demonising the consequences of your own actions?
Those people were the weird ones, then. This is a bun.
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If you do weird things, like mistaking muffins for bread rolls, I'm gonna call you weird. It's not a personal attack, it's an accurate description based on what I can see. You seem to have been misinformed, but are also trying to explain my own culture to me incorrectly, so I downvoted you. I think that's fair.
...You call a bread roll a muffin? And you eat it without butter or anything? I checked with google what an american muffin is, and that's just a regular muffin. And I clearly recall americans using the term "hotdog bun". I think you might just be weird.
Please don't ascribe preference to other cultures. I'm british, and I had to google what you even meant by that. It's a breakfast muffin, and they're okay. I have one from time to time, no complaints, but I tend to order a breakfast wrap from McDonalds instead of a McMuffin.
The fact that it's not a traditional part of a full English should tell you something.
I would say CEOs, but you said talent. So I guess "none" is my answer.
Of course you need melon news. You ALWAYS need melon news. I, for one, want as many big, juicy melons on my feed as possible.
I could have said felony, but that refers to the same social group as Elon, so they'd probably want to censor it anyway.
You might want to be careful of the Scunthorpe problem when doing this, and make sure you don't filter out posts about melons as collateral damage.
I honestly don't know much. She got away. All I know is she's part of a swing dance club in a distant town, from which I can conclude she isn't dead. So that's nice.
Each word is an idea, and each idea already exists in your head. What I'm doing isn't giving you new ideas, but arranging the ideas to get across a meaning.
It's like rock gardens. I didn't make the rocks, but I order them how I like, and I can make a smiley face out of them. I can share my arrangement, and they can try to make it with their rocks. It won't be the same smiley face, but it's still a smiley face, and that's all that matters.
And if there's a rock in your garden that's just a little TOO different to the one in mine, maybe the smiley face won't look right. It happens. If it matters, we can try to move some rocks around and get the right arrangement for the both of us.
Be careful: If you take this advice and want to become a sexy underwear model, you WILL receive a stern email from HR.
There's nothing inherently wrong with poly relationships, so long as everyone is equal and respected. The thing that worries me is that you said "his other girlfriend" and not "her girlfriend." It's not necessarily a red flag, but it is something to be cautious of.
You know how people will donate money to streamers if they do stupid stuff? If you can do that, you can do this.
"I refuse to say anything without my lawyer present"
"But you ARE a lawyer."
"Yeah, so where's my present?"
We don't even know if you even read about it. Unless I have experience of what you're talking about, I can't say you're wrong. Heck, even if I have experience, I don't know that you didn't just have a different experience.
You can find a good source for your claims, or some supporting evidence, or someone else can come along and back you up. I still wouldn't know, given how easily you can fake sources on the internet, so you could still be lying.
At a certain point, you just need to take it on faith.
Why do elephants paint their toenails red?
So they can hide in cherry trees.
Alright, why don't you ever see elephants hiding in cherry trees?
Because they're very good at it.
A man sees a sign that reads "talking dog for sale, $5"
That's an offer that's hard to turn down, or at least to look into a little. And the sign is right by the house with the dog sat on the porch, so it's easy enough to check out.
"So, you can talk, huh?"
"Yep" says the dog.
The man is surprised and impressed. "How did you learn to talk?"
"Oh, I was part of a government program run by the CIA to create a new genus of super dog, genius level intellect and top quality skills. I was the only one of the litter who could talk, so they fast tracked me up to being an agent. They taught me how to use a gun with my mouth, how to drive with my paws, how to diffuse a bomb with my tail, and even how to parachute into hostile territory. Apparently, thanks to the genius genes, I learned even faster than the human agents, and I was sent to Russia as a spy within a month.
"I had an amazing time chatting up the local pooches, begging diplomats for treats, and feeding top secret info back to the states. My work even helped delay the war on Ukraine by 2 years, but I blew my cover when I called Putin a jerk straight to his face. He sent his top guys after me, and I had to flee through the city. Jumped onto a train through Serbia and swam across the Bering Strait into Alaska.
"Unfortunately, Putin sent an assassin after me as I was moving through Canada, and he caught my dominant paw. I had to take the guy out with one of my ears, but I managed to survive, and my wounds healed really well. Now I'm retired, so I decided to keep this town safe."
"Holy crap" says the man, transfixed. When the dog's owner comes out, he looks up at the guy and asks "Why the heck are you selling him for only $5?"
"Cause he's a frickin liar! He's never spent a day outside of Utah!"
A poor farmer finds a genie lamp
The genie appears before him and declares "I am a powerful genie! Due to budget cuts, I will only be granting one wish, but you can wish for anything you desire and I shall make it come true!"
The farmer wastes no time. "My neighbour, Peter, was once as poor as me. One day, he received a cow as a gift, and he began to sell the milk. Suddenly, he is earning twice as much. He could afford to fix the roof, he bought new clothes, and he even took a day off to have wild sex with his wife. That cow made his life so much better than it was before."
The genie nods. "I see. So, your wish is..."
"Kill his cow."
What's the best pun name you've ever heard?
Real person, fictional character, or even just hypothetical: I wanna hear it!
A plane crashes in the middle east...
There are only two survivors, both of whom are Christian men. They start walking, hoping to find civilisation and a source of food and water. Each sand dune is hell, but they push themselves forward to climb over it. Days pass and their thirst aches their throats, but they keep walking. Finally, their journey pays off, and a village comes into view.
One of the men turns to the other and says "look, we're in a muslim country, and it's a desperate situation. I say we pretend to be muslim. They'll take better care of us for it."
The other man looks aghast. "What? No! I'm a Christian and proud! I have nothing to be afraid of."
As dawn breaks and their legs are about to drop, the men reach the village. A man spots the pair and approaches them, wearing a robe, an imama, and sporting a lengthy beard. "Who are you?"
"I'm Muhammed" says the first man, his real name Peter.
"I'm John" says the second man.
The muslim man takes John by the shoulder, pulling him into the village. "It must have been a long walk, you must be tired. Please, we have plenty of food and water, and there should be a bed for you somewhere."
Then he turns to Peter and opens his arms wide, a warm smile on his face. "Salaam, Muhammed! Happy Ramadan!"
An investment banker is looking to hire a new secretary...
An investment banker is looking to hire a new secretary, and has narrowed down his options to three women. While most people in his position would want her to sit and look pretty, he wanted someone dependable. He wanted someone who could offer him good advice when he needed it, and might even reach a position like him in the future.
To this end, he offered each woman a test. He gave each one £10,000 and told them to invest it. After a month, they would return the money to him, and this would serve as an interview.
The first woman invested in hot new stocks, hoping one of them would pay off. Sadly, it proved to be too much of a risk. By the end of the month, she was only able to pay him back £2,000, having lost £8,000.
The second woman invested in stable businesses with gradual growth, getting a steady return per day. By the end of the month, she gave the banker £1000 more than she had been given to begin with.
The third woman invested and pulled her money like a machine, shorting companies and spreading rumours to boost her profits. While she had in excess of £17,000 by the end of the month, she only returned £10,000 to the banker, arguing that everything else was not part of the deal.
Once the test concluded, the banker instantly made up his mind, and hired the woman with the biggest chest.
According to an article I read, one in five people is Chinese
And there's five people in my family.
And I know I'm not Chinese.
So it's either my mum, or my dad, or my younger brother Charlie, or my older brother Huang.
Personally, I think it's Charlie.
Three guys take a ski holiday together
At the front desk, the three are informed that there is only one room left, and the room only has one bed. The guys are comfortable enough with each other that they decide to just share the bed between them.
The next morning, the guy on the left side of the bed wakes up and says to his friends "guys? This is kind of awkward, but I had a sex dream last night. A super hot girl was giving me a handjob on the slopes."
The guy on the right side of the bed then yells "No way! I had a dream that I was getting a handie in the hot tub!"
The guy in the middle just pouts. "It's no fair. You both got super fun, kinky dreams, and I just dreamt I was skiing."
Okay, let's get this started. What's your personal favourite headcanon for the series?
Silly or serious, big or small, I wanna see them!
What's small, green, and has wheels?
Grass.
Okay, I added the bit about the wheels to make it sound cooler.
A man buys a blind horse...
A man goes to a stable and asks to buy the fastest horse they have available. The stable manager nods his head and brings him a fine and impressive stallion.
When the man asks how much the horse costs, he is staggered by the answer. "That's... That's half the price of almost any other horse here! Why is it so cheap?"
"Well, you see, the horse is blind" responds the stable manager. "But he's the fastest horse I've ever witnessed, no doubt about that. You just need to give him good directions. And don't bother hitting him, either. Just say Jesus if you want him to go, and Satan if you want him to stop. Go for Jesus, stop for Satan." In retrospect, there was a lot of Christian iconography around the stable the man hadn't noticed.
The man then asks for a test ride, and the stable manager agrees, as he has the man's credit card on hand. The man then says "Jesus", and the horse immediately bolts at speeds the man is genuinely amazed by. The world roars past him and the wind billows in his ears, all as this horse keeps running at full speed. The horse doesn't turn, only moving in a straight line dead ahead.
Suddenly, the man notices a cliff not too far away, but dead in the path of the horse. He reaches for the reins, but they billow in the wind and beat at his hands. He grabs them and tries to pull back, but the horse resists. The cliff keeps coming closer and closer, until the man finally remembers his instructions and yells "SATAN" at the top of his lungs. The horse stops alarmingly fast, knocking the man forward at the very edge of the cliff. The man then looks down, seeing just how high the cliff is, leading straight into a rocky valley.
He leans back in relief, having just avoided this terrible fate. With a hand on his heart, he can only murmur a tired "oh sweet jesus..."
You are tasked with designing a dungeon that will make the GM running it hate you. How do you do it?
This is purely hypothetical, just for fun. In this scenario, you don't get to know who the GM is in advance, but they do have to run it as written. The players can leave whenever they like, but the GM has to stay until either all players leave or the players beat the dungeon.
How many Freudian psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb?
Two. One to actually change the bulb, and one to hold the penis mother ladder.
A train was travelling through Europe...
A train was travelling through Europe, and four passengers were riding in the same carriage. There was an Englishman, a Frenchman, an old woman and a young woman.
The train eventually passed into a tunnel, and the lights on the train failed to turn on. In the darkness, a loud slap was suddenly heard. When the train emerged in the sunlight, the Frenchman was holding his sore cheek.
The old woman thought "That Frenchman must have copped a feel of the young woman in the dark, and he got what's coming to him."
The young woman thought "That Frenchman must have groped the old woman thinking it was me, and he got what's coming to him."
The Frenchman thought "That Englishman must have groped the young woman in the dark and she thought it was me! Unfair..."
The Englishman thought "I hope another tunnel comes along so I can slap that frenchie again."