That shit is dingo!
That shit is dingo!
A friend ran a sequel to Cabin in the Woods as a Powered by the Apocalypse game. The premise being that the titan at the end of the movie was not the entity that needed to be appeased, but was just another of the monsters. The resulting cave in killed the Jester, thus fulfilling the sacrifice, but the Virgin was still alive. We played a mercenary team sent in to rescue the Virgin and pull her out, while dealing with all the other monsters that were still in the complex. Great game. Overall the mission was a success, but I was killed by Fornicus, Lord of Bondage and Pain.
That was ChatGPT. I couldn’t write a limerick.
Yes, you may.
In fields where golden sunlight spills, The gentle cows roam free, With patient eyes and steady wills, They graze contentedly.
Their coats of black and white or brown, A patchwork on the land, They softly low as sun goes down, A calm and peaceful band.
In meadows green, they form a line, Their bells a tinkling song, With quiet grace and gaze benign, They move the day along.
Oh, humble cows in pastures wide, With nature’s rhythm true, In every step and every stride, The earth sings back to you.
That looks like an IBM PC. I recognize it from my childhood years when the father of a friend (who worked for IBM) had one in the early 80’s. That dude is probably as nerdy as he looks. So not a dumb terminal, it’s one of the first home computers.
A moose once bit my sister…
The city was named after the Buffalo River. The origin of the river’s name is uncertain, but it is most likely named after the animal.
Buffalo wings are named for Buffalo, NY, where they were invented.
I’m pretty sure I still have that on a 3.5" floppy somewhere. I also have a 3.5" drive that could read it, but I have nothing I could plug it into.
Tigers are only CR4. There’s lots of stuff more dangerous that that.