Mal. Guy killed me, Mal. He killed me with a sword. How weird is that?

…I thought his wife had a hit OF account…

At least not until it’s outside the environment?

Just gonna need you to sign here saying you’re responsible for having three phase power piped in to charge this thing…

Did you model this, or did you find the stl?

Be curious to see how that would go down… unless he signed away his likeness.

Stay the fuck away from Burn Notice you fucking vultures.

I think there’s actually a rule against it… seen as pandering/advertising? I may be mistaken though.

I saw this the other day and added it to my wishlist…curious to see what it’s like when it breaks early access.

Noooo…not like that. Like grand theft spaceshuttle, the true evil.

…mother fucker… we were built buy a fucking neckbeard incel…weren’t we?

I still say it this way in my head…

I just picked up Ys 8 recently and fell in love, now I’m on to 9… biggest issue with the game is not enough time to play.

Man… these isekai manga titles are getting out of hand.

Breath of Fire or GTFO

Chocolate Animal Crackers and Cheese Whiz

Oh my god… Kimchi and cream cheese… do you soften the cream cheese first? Layer it? Teach me your ways.

[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]