It was Number Five. Number Five killed my brother.
Mentally ill woman in her late 30s. Quit my jobs with DIDDs to go to work a retail job and go to school.
I’m here to help!
Formerly @kbin.social.
It was Number Five. Number Five killed my brother.
Wow I… hate it.
I’m so surprised!
Same. I’ve got a big IRC crowd vibe. (37.)
Well said!
There’s a lot to be said for missing the weirdness and personality of the early internet. There’s a nostalgia for that which I’m seeing frequently in the fediverse. It almost makes me want to find my niche and begin my own weird little website.
Surely you mean “love.”
Did you try changing your difficulty settings?
I know, right? Anybody in here who is a statistic will tell you why that number goes down over time.
You have to remember that your taste isn’t the only taste in video games. For example, you didn’t mention Animal Crossing which was an insane smash hit for sales. The Pokémon games sold extraordinarily well. Splatoon continues to kill in sales. Kirby is another one that sold like hotcakes.
New games have been coming out and selling like gangbusters. You just didn’t notice because they’re not the ones you, personally, play.
There’s a weird red thing on the counter. Everything started for me when I inspected that.
But Mr. Peppy was a lover, not a fighter! He only drank the bones of sheep!