Honestly, just go the full 9 lives and become a cat.
Honestly, just go the full 9 lives and become a cat.
Maybe you have some kind of genetic drug resistance. My mom has an extremely high resistance to anesthetics (it’s been a major problem when docs don’t believe her) and apparently most people in my family do too.
Actual models vary pretty wildly by game (out of suit for Other M has her quite short compared to other people), but I believe the only official height and weight comes from the Super Metroid player’s guide (and more vaguely in the Metroid 2 manual), which says she’s 6’3" (190 cm) and weighs 198 pounds (90 kg) without the suit.
I know this is coming off as tooting my own horn, but the reality is that I’m just very excited about it, because it was a big part of my younger years.
This is a very cool compliment to see, as someone who regularly tried to hit the sub 1 hour clear mark for Super Metroid.
My absolute favorite thing about the morphball is that even in canon it’s a total mindfuck that makes no sense. Very light lore spoilers for Metroid Prime 1:
There’s a couple of research scans that essentially describe Space Pirate reverse engineering of Samus’ morphball tech that basically say “This morphball shit is a lost cause. All our test crew have ended up as extremely dead pretzels. We should just quit while we’re behind on this one.”
“Oh you’re a Van Canto fan? What are the lyrics to any of their instruments?”
runa dunana rackata do
runana dunana dunana do do
rundun do wee dee
On a serious note, thanks for reminding me about Van Canto. Such great tunes!
lol I’m not describing myself here, I’m just a fish with no meat.
It’s just been (oddly, I think) a recurring thing that multiple friends have done at ren faires (and costume parties). I know at least 3 people who have done the concealed boob sword thing, and plenty of extras who opted for bottles of hard alcohol instead.
Big dresses and a lotta cleavage means you got no idea who’s got a concealed sword at a ren faire.
Low hanging fruit and all, but
Damn gay they are!
The takeaway from this is that half of all monks may or may not have duck telepathy, yes?
Cares enough to not bite you!
Biblically accurate hand.
Gotta meter first.
This is my biggest lament about getting a 2060 without knowing how important vram is. I can make it perform better and more efficiently a bunch of different ways, but to my knowledge, I can’t get around the 6GB vram wall.
Protect family.
Correction: someone did a study at MIT about aluminum helmets, not tin foil hats. The important distinction being aluminum vs. tin.
Word to the wise: Only buy tin for your protective day wear, as it hasn’t been proven ineffective at blocking radio waves by MIT, unlike aluminum. Stay safe out there!
Quick addendum: This is a bit. Don’t come after me, Big Aluminum.
Are people getting powers in return for stripping for C’thulu?
And here I am, just doing it for fun.
To be fair, monster hunter goes buck fucking wild with calamities though.
“Hey hunter, rumor has it, your next target is either the devil sent to destroy the world, or possibly the mother of all creation. Here’s some whetstones!”
“Sup hunter. Got a volcano on our hands. Do us a favor and kill it, would you? Don’t forget your lucky cape.”
“Oh hey! Hope you don’t mind a little wind, cause your next quest is to kill the god of hurricanes! Best to take a quick dip in the sauna before you go.”
“Hunter, how’s it going? I know this week’s been pretty crazy with the rogue fighter jet and the giant mech suit you killed already, but if you could just do me a solid and jump into that ominous pit and kill death itself for me, that’d be very cool of you. The chef made a nice fondue for you before you head out!”
Half? How much music do you have?