It was literally the first RPG I ever played… in ye olden days of 1982. I stuck with the series until the end, but haven’t checked out the remake.

Too much time playing a fan remake of a DOS game from 1993, Master of Magic.

Leverage and the continuation Leverage: Redemption.

I’ve heard it both ways.

That’s how we do it! Take no prisoners and don’t accept substandard booty.

Yarrrr!

A chore, frequently an obnoxious experience and lastly a trap.

I don’t want a promise of ‘maybe we will let you view this until we capriciously remove it from our service’. Either I own what I pay for or no deal. I try to heavily prioritize GOG over Steam and while I have some streaming services in my orbit (not my choices) I always have ‘backup’ copies of my own.

That’s a special kind of pain.

“What do you mean ‘force start’ isn’t doing anything?!?!”

It honestly depends. If it’s something I was on the fence about AND it’s not absurdly overpriced, probably just buy. Or put on a Steam wishlist for some future sale while I keep trying to find elsewhere.

Take it as a challenge and waste inordinate amounts of time finding it ‘free’!

The worst betrayal since losing his space sword.

Oh your god, that’s hilarious!

Thank you for sharing this!

The dystopian future Disney would love to have.

Economical. I won’t ask about the provenance or origin of said toes as it’s none of my concern.

Two of your own toes or owl toes?

You’re like the giving tree!

Hey, stop calling me out!

I always thought my problems as a child were due to a bad TBI when I was 7. And it certainly didn’t help, but my half century of archetypal ADD induced issues would have been nice to know about at some point in an official/helpful capacity.

Agreed on the first season. I enjoy the other hosts on the network, but enough of the roundtable of them on the current incarnation if ICHH are sort of meh.

Speaking of which, does anyone remember when Brandon Johnson (aka the badass mayor of Chicago) and Robert had a podcast still under Cracked?

This is the one I had to transport back outside on a very noisy July 4th. The constant loud fireworks (most likely illegal) that lasted well past midnight must have been quite traumatizing.

The opossum I’ve had to remove from my house gently resisted being picked up and that’s it. I wore gardening gloves to avoid an accidental scratch and had my wife carry a box below it in case I lost my grip, but it was all unnecessary. The little guy/girl wasn’t too concerned about being carefully carried outdoors.

And yes, opossums are ABSOLUTELY adorable.

My parents had a zebra when I was in my teens. Northern California but born on a zebra farm in Texas.

I never got within 10 feet of that jumped up donkey, but got to be woken up by its braying every single morning. Only my dad was able to interact with it. I think it was traumatized by the 33 hour trip from Texas to us, but you never know.

Wow.

I’ve been lucky enough to interact with a rescue skunk. It was basically a disinterested cat… sniffed my hand a bit then wandered off.

The rescue possum was quite a bit more nervous. Oddly much more so than the one I had to remove from my house (got in through a previously unseen hole under my kitchen sink).

Left looks well done, while the right excudes more “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn” energy ;)