I’m trying to get my own hands on it, but all of her cookbooks are in boxes that currently reside with my grandfather’s new wife, who has made it her mission to piss on everything of his old life, even his family.

Funnily enough, the men in my family are the cooks, normally!

My step-grandmother, though… She knew how to bake. It didn’t matter what she decided to make, it would turn out delicious. She refined a Black Forest cake recipe from scratch, I’ve never had another one like it. The moistness of the cake, icing just rich enough to make a statement, cherries that were the perfect ripeness.

She ruined that cake for me. I know a part of it is the memories, all the time wrapped around when she would bake that, but if I had one wish, it would be to have one more slice.

No, it’s from Mac and Me.

Well, do we have some good news for you about what’s currently in your body…

Only one way to find out. We need to find the Glove, rip out his skull, and find out if it’s full of brownies so dank they raise the dead.

“All babies look vaguely like Winston Churchill”(to absolutely brutalize a Good Omens quote).

A gentle sonic agitator.

It depends. Are we going to work together to tell an interesting story? I will happily make all my players stupid dreams come true, but I’ll still let them get bitten for being lazy or dumb with it.

Hell, I’m even down for some braindead fun, have an “off” game where we just let chaos reign with absolutely broken builds at every turn.

But we wanna get unruly? Wanna challenge Gods where we shouldn’t? ToH will remind you of the pecking order.

“What do we do now?”

“Give it time. Before he knows it, he’ll have the a case of Infernal Pinkeye no Cleric will be able to cure.”

I remind mine that the kibble in their bowl is part of why I don’t have any money.

So they can make a choice, get a job and start filling their own bowl, or let me go work to buy more food.

I wish I did! There’s a photo album, somewhere, that has some pictures from back then, but I have no clue which relative most likely has those.

Not really “rare”, outside of it’s niche, but definitely unusual!

I owned a 1969 Volkswagen Beetle, with an electromagnetic clutch. Instead of a clutch pedal, you pressed down on the stick and shifted it up/down, releasing once in position.

Not many vehicles used that particular style of clutch, and that was one of the last years VW built a model with one, as far as I’m aware. Miss that little car.

They might not be the fastest or prettiest, but old Volkswagens were reliable and stupid simple. Still hope to one day get my hands on an old Microbus and a Karmann Ghia.

I am slightly terrified of that.

They would be unchained. Like, already shitty following the douchenozzle(in my opinion), but that might make them go rabid, and the potential of a (worse) monster becoming the head.

If you’re exploring the green tea world, I highly recommend mint green tea. Exactly what it sounds like. I find it quite refreshing, especially after a hot day. The mint adds a nice coolness.

I call it “The Muscle Zen”. You just gotta relax, trust yourself, your fingers know what to do.

Metal Gear Rising: Revengance is one for me. When I first fire up a playthrough, I’ll feel rusty as hell, but once that music starts kicking my brain, it’s like night and day.

I’m just happy to see Emil finally grow up.

He went through a lot to become a planet. I’m certain Kaine would be proud.

The Four Way Split was glorious chaos, and only the craftiest screenpeeker survived. You learned psychological warfare, trying to make everyone second guess which section was theirs.

One of the first games I encountered that included my Steam handle in the opening credits. At first, I thought it was cute, acknowledge the player.

I quickly realized it was a reminder. You are always the one in control. You are always the one to pull the trigger. You are making the choice to continue, and it is always an option to walk away. To turn off the game. To try to forget.

As someone who’s been in a position like your friend, you did more than you realize. Sometimes we need someone to help us open that door, and help push us through.

It’s hard to tell yourself you’re okay, that you can make it through, because you’re dealing with those feelings directly, all of their intensity, it can feel like a constant battle with yourself. When there’s someone else, though, someone who sees all this and still makes you feel normal, it gives you ground.

A small moment of making someone feel genuinely valued, be it as a friend, a partner, or just another valid existence in this world, can be a bigger help than some people know.

There’s Ravager, he’s one of Soundwaves Cassettcons. Not a CAT, but still a cat.