Hey, he had a bit more of an accomplishment than that. He was also a fairly skilled shot, or at least instinctively utilizing the Force to some level.
He could already shoot a womp rat in his TI6. They're not much larger than 2 meters!
Well, unless he's insanely strong, he did it with weapons sized for him, or is a master poisoner.
Both are equally impressive achievements for his physical limitations, in that Genghis Khan sorta way.
Well, he looks quite pleased about it. Probably takes a lot for a caterpillar to reach the rank of Emperor.
I'm kinda terrified of an Oppenheimer beyblade.
Those things are already kinda scary, if they get up to the right speeds. Probably won't break a bone, but some of them shoot out of that arena damn quick, and some can get heavy as hell for a spinning top toy. Pretty durable, too.
They creeped me out as a kid. It didn't help that I had this concept that they were like "evil" butterflies. Child brain hardcore taking my grandmother's complaining about moths eating clothes and being a nuisance too far.
Absolutely adore them, now. Go ahead and enjoy some lamp, little friend, you've earned it.
"As you pull the blade free, it begins to rapidly rust away. The legend was never the blade itself, it was the strength of the heroes who led the way.
That strength has caused the ground to shift, rocks fall, everyone dies."
So long as you know you aren't dealing with an expert, confidence in your nonsense will get you impressively far.
The skill timing concept was novel, at least. Gave you something in combat besides menuing and watching things play out, alongside the timed block.
Though I wish they just hadn't with some of the voiced bits. I still hear that "Blagg Monstaar" Dart let rip during one of the exposition dumps in my head.
I wonder if there's some kind of near-surface pipes they might hear water running through.
Yes! This is a comb jelly. They lack stingers.
We'll calm down when we have both games.
And whatever games he makes after this.
Well, first, you want to get a hammer. Make sure you're comfortable with the weight, you're gonna be doing a lot of swinging.
Next, you'll want this hunk of metal called a dolly.
Now, if you're someone without experience in a body shop, I'd recommend searching "Dolly dent removal methods", watch some tutorials.
If you're familiar already, you know what comes next. Decide if you're going on or off, and beat the shit out of it until the dents come out.
How To Fire A Gun by Shael Riley and the Double Ice Backfires and Can't You See The World Is Ending by The Doubleclicks.
Those two have worked their way back into my daily rotation.
Its only been 13 years?
I can't tell if I feel old, or need to figure out how the fuck 100 years has passed in 13.
I don't want a corner, I want a cave. At the top of a mountain.
If anyone comes thinking I'm some sort of guru, I'll let the mountain realign things for them on the way down.
Great, now there's going to be a skyrocket in underaged lycanthropy.
Even worse, they're going to want to increase their population, and do you remember what happens to the seventh son of the seventh son?
Lycanthrope Sourcerers in our future. None of us are prepared.
Holy shit, I genuinely haven't thought about that manga for years. I completely have respect for it, from the bits I've seen. I've never delved into it myself, but I used to have a buddy that absolutely loved it, he used to post panels and pages as reactions.
That is definitely going on my watchlist.
There Was A House
There once was a house,
In which you were allowed to play.
To rest,
To lay,
To love,
You were forever welcomed within its halls.
There was a house,
And there were many locked doors,
But you were okay,
Helping the owner open them.
There was a house,
And behind one of those doors,
Was found a rose,
Wilting,
Dying,
Under a glass dome.
There was a house,
And the owner wanted to renovate
Not much to the outside,
But the rooms they had found,
They had so much more.
There was a house,
And when you came,
It was with fear,
For you did not see
What the house wanted to be.
You tried to not let it show,
To buy materials to help
To give advice where you could,
But could not hide the quiet.
There was a house,
But you began going to others,
And when you came,
You told the house how lovely they were.
You spoke of their wallpaper, their carpets, of how everything works so well.
As you stood on everything new,
Using the old words for me.
There was a house,
Now it is less
A strewn mass of rubble,
That you skip happily down.
Running your hands down faded walls,
You pay lip service,
As you pass the rose,
part of the centerpiece of what this house was to be.
You never see the roots,
As they climb down the table,
Wrap around all around them,
Pull everything tighter,
Together.
You complain as you prick your finger,
Dancing down the thorns,
How dare this house hurt you?
There was a house,
And the echoes still ring down the halls,
Of the name you call.
Those echoes fill every room,
Surround all that you claim to hold dear,
Because you can’t see,
That Rose is also here.
There was a house,
But there is a garden now.
I wish you could see it,
To call it beautiful,
To lay among the flowers,
To call their petals soft.
There is a garden,
But that does not mean the house has gone away.
Found these three out in the wild
Came across these three Bandai Quick model kits while out and about. They looked adorable, so they came home and got built.
Honestly great for beginners/kids! Pieces pop out of the frame easily, they're fairly easy to click together, and decently solid for snap-togethers. You can at least pick them up without everything falling apart, though Mew is finicky about staying upright in its stand. Young kids would probably need help with the stickers, and maybe with getting the eye pieces slotted into place.
Going to keep my eyes out for the rest of the line, now.
Pin collection rule
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My wife surprised me with the two-piece Mothman and the NB placard she found at an event as an early birthday present! She got me the trans heart last year.