I’m usually annoyed when sequels feel the need to undo the previous game’s happy ending, but I do have to give props to Ittle Dew 2 for hitting you with an intro which strongly implies the titular protagonist killed and ate her new friend from the first game’s ending, then just never bringing it up again.
one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence “The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon.” no. that’s boring. “The sun was honey-bright that afternoon” however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if “honey-bright” is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.
Not a sin at all!
This is what’s called a poetic epithet, and it happens all the time in writing. Consider, for example, Homer and his wine-dark sea, or Shakespeare and his death-mark’d love.
If you were then to start using them instead of the word they’re describing, you’d be making a kenning. For example, if instead of describing the sun as honey-bright, you said “the honey-drop in the sky”. Kennings are best known from Norse writings, like “the path of serpents” for gold, or “Grímnir’s lip-streams” for poetry itself.
So you’re not sinning, you’re participating in an ancient literary tradition!
The game becomes open-world when you master the skills: Talk To People and Ask For Things
I promise this is especially true for museum folks, library folks, and academics. We are always looking for an opportunity to talk about our silly little special interests and we will love you for providing one. Send the email.
I found a nervous system in my yarn drawer, a dozen colors joined into a tangled, humming network of thought.
Despite my best efforts, I could not untangle it. I could not make it go away. Unsure what to do, I stashed it in a plastic bag underneath my bed.
I fed it stray buttons and paper scraps, hot glue globs and strands of hair, beads and blood and string and ribbon, until one day the mass began to stir and move.
(new mask new mask new mask!!! I tried a lot of new things with this one (posable features! drawn-on shading! wigs!) and fucked up in a lot of new ways (did you know that spray varnish can reactivate glue? I didn’t!!) but overall? I’m ecstatic with how it turned out. their name is Pompom i love them very much)
If you asked Strong Bad what his pronouns are he’d be like “Alright listen here Blonkus, judging by the cadence of your tone, I’m sure you’re expecting some high-larious answer about how I don’t understand the question, or how I think the "pro” in pronoun stands for “professional” for some reason, or how I think a “pronoun” is some sort of exotic dessert, or something else that implies I HAVEN’T BEEN MOCKING PEOPLE’S GRAMMAR ON THE INTERNET FOR OVER 20 YEARS. You think I don’t know what a pronoun is!? Do better.“ and then refuse to answer the question
Meanwhile if you asked Homestar Runner what his pronouns are he’d be like "Oh hey! Thanks for asking! No, I already ate”
They say judas is in hell because he betrayed jesus but thats actualy a misconception, that was gods plan and so he didnt do anything wrong. Judas however IS in hell because god thinks he made his son gay
Once knew a guy from LARP who told a story about when he had first gotten his hands on chainmail and was getting used to wearing it and maintaining mobility and balance with the weight of it (it was heavy stuff). So he started wearing it under his clothes when he was out running errands and stuff to practice for when he had to wear it in mock combat.
Then one night he was coming home late and got mugged by a dude with a knife.
Apparently the look on the dude’s face was amazing when he went in to gut the guy for his wallet and found out he was wearing medieval armor under his hoodie.
So, you know. Pretty good argument for wearing it under streetclothes!