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Cannot stop laughing, thank you.

That's my favorite Marie Callender's frozen-dinner dinner. It's not actually steak, inside, but at least they give you too much gravy. And corn, and mashed potatoes.

Class-related thread number four, June, 2014. By that, I mean I've responded in all the other ones and no one wants to talk about their characters because I guess they don't have any because everyone is dumb.

Oh, jesus, what ... there is mormonism in New Vegas ... I'm a real-life survivor of that brand-named corporation ... seeing it referenced in a video game turns me right off. Likely with the same sour taste as this misogyny-advocating dreck.

From gyro to zero.

Couldn't say. Was not aware of any American accents that go long with "against." Thought that was peculiarly British. If guessing, I would guess metropolitan PA. She's quite forceful in her enunciation.

Fascinating bit of psychology, there. He says the moment the aircraft touched down, he "forgot" how to turn off the engines. Overcome with relief, I imagine, but it's interesting how, even after performing a complex task over and over again ... the one time a critical variable is introduced, meeting that challenge can temporarily erase whatever non-critical steps follow the event horizon. Anyway, well done, Captain. Anyone know what sort of decoration this calls for ... besides staying alive and not destroying the aircraft and ship.

Astonishing display of control, right there. A Marine pilot, it's worth noting.

I don't know any of those words, but I do know the opening scenes in that Falling Down movie reflect my exact disposition every damn day.

What's the price per gallon, as you've been going. I remember you balked at $4.00, but I mean it hasn't been that cheap here at home for, like, since, 2012. I have to cover my eyes and not think about it whenever I fill up. It was $4.30 two days ago, due to rise probably, with the holiday weekend.

The Holy Avenger ... a relic of an ancient and lawful-good past. Now, chaotic-evil paladins carry weapons of Unholy Revenge.

Yes, hence the ... "get your choice, or all."

Really, the exasperated Jewish professor schtick ... When you say 'logical', that means you're advocating.

Not in a cavern, but you do get your choice, or all, to build on the coast, or way up in the mountains, or lakeside. Cold, northwestern beachfront property ... or central mountains, with even more snow ... breezy lakeview atop a cliff ... and one other I'm forgetting.

Tim Robbins, Cleese, Rooney ... I think I would like to see this. Have not, before.

Befuddled minds, great-cat druids, Dyrwoodans with hobbies ... all of these groups face an imminent sunset to their mortal existence. My dark paladin ... who has yet to reveal a moniker, grandiosely fear-inducing though it must surely be ... is on the precipice of laying waste to the Aedyr Empire. Bleak Walking has never been more ominous on the wind. His magnificence is rumored to be death godlike, both in race and intent. Night-blue plate armor protects his darkness from pitiful piercing attempts, wrapped in inextinguishable Flames of Devotion. From a distance, cowering foes are beheaded, then crushed under the massive weight of an enchanted poleaxe. Up close and so personal as to smell the leather and blood in their final act, whimpering fools are ended by a double-bladed sabre. Disposition is inexplicably, equally Cruel and Rational, except in the appearance of Sworn Enemy great-cat druids, wherein an Aggressive bent lasts exactly as long as the life of the druid. Sleep, now, monarchy to the Aedyr ... dream the last dream before the sun shines its last ...

Ah, thread was pruned just moved. Damn. My dark paladin would also like to know the effects of stacking abilities--even while his lordship has no plans to increase the roster--since the potential exists for a battlefield conscription of an equally-powerful female godlike dark paladin to aid in laying utter waste to the Aedyr Empire.

Monte's call to the ether was heard, apparently. Edit: woops, uh, new game will be The Last of Us: Remastered July 29.

A wall-climbing mechanic, with the ability to pull guards by their junk off the ledge to their death ... I'm sold.

I know, I need to ask the Odd Questions thread why the human tendency is toward stupidly childish.

I thought maybe that train simulator thing would be fun. The user reviews are gnarly, though. "I have one thousand hours, this game sucks."

Everything was fine until the Cal bear baited the stubborn South African romance rhino. Now the hyenas are squabbling, again.

mmm, the Blue Palace waaaayy back there in that boss draw distance.

My dark paladin will require the service and like-mind of a fighter, dual-wielding alongside a rogue in black. The fourth member is the slight form of a godlike wizardess. Uncanny similarities to Lord Soth, Snake Eyes, Black Widow, and Gal Gadot are entirely intentional.