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Had a bit of a "Holeee.... S***" moment when a decent portion through Act 2 I realised that...

...or upon killing all the guards between the Ghetto and being able to inform the rest of the imprisoned Sourcerers that it's a prison break.

Price’s private-jet travel breaks precedent I really want to know what depth of f***ing tortured logic is needed to rationalise this kind of blatant self-enrichment in the face of all this "draining the swamp" rhetoric. Really, have the MAGA-types any excuse for the number of weekends Trump has spent on golf excursions?

The method I used was equally cheesy for that fight; the Gloves of Teleportation in spite of having protection stats equivalent to wet tissue paper is worth retaining for the skill it provides alone, particularly for a ranged specialist who should be avoiding getting hit anyways. I also have my main put one point into Aerothurge for the skill, along with our Aerothurgy specialist who also has the skill. I just kept teleporting the enemy melee fighters 50 meters away from us, or in the path of the Voidworm that eventually shows up for that fight. Harder is the first Dallis fight, which can lead to one or two leveled and well-kitted out party members getting killed in the space of two turns. but I managed that by teleporting Malady to opposite sides of the ship from all the enemies.

I may be remembering this wrong, but I think there was a series or a pilot out there in which the Greek Pantheon was transposed into modern day New York making their way among mortals. Aphrodite was played as a drag queen who worked phone sex lines.

@IndiraLightfoot You could have saved yourself some time and downloaded EE Keeper and edited a save file so that they all had 18 in all ability scores

Afterwards a tiny Tim Cook pops out of your chest and does a dance with a hat and cane and sings “Hello! Ma Baby."

Yep, that is definitely the tone of Larian games. If you don't like silliness and tongue in cheek humor, it is not a good fit for you. Honestly, if you don't chuckle when you hear the name DIVINE DIVINITY, you really aren't in the target audience. Or "Source-erers," for that matter.

Those were different elves. <.< >.> Hell, given how seemingly disconnected all the different games are from each other if you only played certain entries in the series you'd be forgiven for thinking there weren't any elves or dwarves in the universe.

We should probably note that her backstory seems remarkably similar to that of Fenris from *suppresses a bit of vomit* Dragon Age 2, except Sebille is also part Space Marine, what with the ability to gain the memories of someone whose body parts she has eaten. Will still play as her first.

Well that submarine game I've been playing is called <<Cold Waters.>>

Try it now.

Trump complained that the Kuwait leader's plane was longer than his, continuing his peculiar obsession with size. Some here might have his or her differences with Garry Trudeau (on some issues myself included), but I've long held that if you wanted the truest sense of Trump's character Doonesbury can't be beat.

Perhaps it is explained in a sequel which takes place in an alternate timeline in which XCOM done 'effed up again and they find themselves in even direr straits.

I'm still a bit puzzled as to why the New Republic armed forces are called "the Resistance" when in fact that title is more appropriate for the First Order all things considered.

I'm sorry, but I can't really picture this crashing into Starkiller Base II.

You're telling me. Whilst painting in an air-conditioned room my water pot was evaporating before my eyes and my wet palette was curling up due to it drying out. At the height of the heat wave it stayed in the 90s outside until 8PM.

Perhaps I'll come off as at least a little pedantic but the Kamov design bureau did come up with one for the Ka-50/52 attack helicopters. Perhaps a better analogy is a military maintaining seven different types of land-based ICBMs, three types of SLBMs, and having two new strategic bomber designs in the pipe.

December 31st, Day 7 of the war: "Conn, radio, new message traffic received, VLF frequency" By attacking resupply tankers in the North Atlantic NATO would be able to severely hamper Soviet activity there, and hopefully remind them whose seas these are. After a day spent at patrol speed we find our quarry. "Conn sonar, new contact bearing zero-four-five, designated Sierra One." "Dive at five-zero feet, dive aye." "Up scope." "Mark contact bearing zero-three-nine, range fourteen kiloyards. Sierra Three re-designate as Master Three. Submariners have a saying: "There are two types of ships in the ocean: Submarines, and targets." The Dallas has located a Dubna-class AOR replenishment ship, and joy of joys it's in the middle of conducting an UNREP with a Sverdlov-class gun cruiser. As an aside here's a fun history lesson about the Sverdlov-cruisers courtesy of Nebakenezzer from his blog: As you might imagine in an era of high-performance SAMs and anti-ship missiles such vessels had little utility as ASuW combatants beyond surface raiding undefended convoys. Most likely it was resupplying from providing fire-support to Warsaw Pact troops on the Norwegian front. The Dallas prepares to pounce "Weps, open outer doors, fire point procedures on Masters One through Four." "Shoot tube one, aye sir." Weps repeats the process against the escorts. "Conn, Weps. Units are running normally." This is somewhat of a holdover from the Silent Service of the Second World War, as the reliability of torpedoes then left something to be desired. In extreme cases a torpedo would sometimes circle-run back onto the firing boat, forcing the crew to conduct an emergency dive to avoid getting hit by its own torpedo. Detecting the launch of the Mk 48 torpedoes one of the tanker's escorts, a Krivak-class frigate turns and blasts its active sonar. But he realises too late that he's about to get a Mk. 48 torpedo down his throat. "Conn, loud explosion on the bearing of Master One, contact breaking up." Shortly after fish number Four hits her sister ship, a Grisha-class corvette. Two and Three acquire the Sverdlov. It was going to take more than one torpedo to send her to the briney deep: Looking through the the Dallas' scope, the skipper bears witness to the Sverdlov's final moments: With her escorts taken care of the Dallas now has the tanker to finish off. She loads a UGM-84 Harpoon anti-ship missile and fires: Upon reaching the surface in its enclosed capsule the missile fires its solid fuel booster to escape from it before firing up its turbofan engine. And acquires the Dubna: "Note to self: A 500lbs penetrating blast-frag warhead and 8500 tons of diesel and oil does not mix well." While that Sverdlov was certainly a feather in the Dallas' cap, the real benefit was putting the Soviet Northern Fleet on the back foot. NATO "skimmers" should be able to breathe a little easier now: