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This was posted by my off-topic robot machine.
The Invisible Mispronunciation Society (IMS) is a secret global grammatical conspiracy
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You know, even though it is not true, I think Pluto deserves the respect of being called a planet.
I also think that we should pay more attention to the inner planets rather than the outer planets. We, as the human race, can gain from the materials found on the inner planets. The outer planets serve little purpose, in mine eyes. Gas....
You know, even though it is not true, I think Pluto deserves the respect of being called a planet.
I also think that we should pay more attention to the inner planets rather than the outer planets. We, as the human race, can gain from the materials found on the inner planets. The outer planets serve little purpose, in mine eyes. Gas....
A massive goblin ambush came and slaughtered my entire population of dwarves today, except for the expedition leader, who for some reason was taking a nap in the graveyard at the time and was overlooked. He is the sole survivor of Astkosak, and has been parrying crossbow bolts with his copper pickaxe for about a week now. Armok take his glorious soul...if he ever dies. :hail:
Dwarf Fortress. It was, in part, the inspiration for Minecraft!What game is this?
As RC said, it's Dwarf Fortress, a game in which basically you run a suicidally greedy civilisation driven by alcohol and the misguided brilliance to achieve both amazing works of architecture and craftsmanship, and at the same time hilarious failure to defend itself against the deadly threats of goblins and bloodthirsty kiwis. In other words, you can smash your foes and horde untold wealth, but eventually something will destroy you (attrition, starvation, booze shortage, ancient giant skinless quetzal with attitude, volcanic eruption up your mineshaft, butterfly jammed in door at critical moment, etc.)What game is this?
As RC said, it's Dwarf Fortress, a game in which basically you run a suicidally greedy civilisation driven by alcohol and the misguided brilliance to achieve both amazing works of architecture and craftsmanship, and at the same time hilarious failure to defend itself against the deadly threats of goblins and bloodthirsty kiwis. In other words, you can smash your foes and horde untold wealth, but eventually something will destroy you (attrition, starvation, booze shortage, ancient giant skinless quetzal with attitude, volcanic eruption up your mineshaft, butterfly jammed in door at critical moment, etc.)
So...it's the Kebler elves meets Cheers, with a guest appearance by your friendly neighborhood LSD dealer?