Let her conquer me.

Yep. Early game, you accidentally time travel to the past. You fix what got broken by the time travel incident, get back, and go through a kangaroo court. You escape from that, find another portal, and after fighting your way through some futuristic ruins, you find out this mountain-sized porcupine-looking thing with a graboid head erupted out of the ground shooting lasers everywhere, and the rest of the game revolves around preventing that.

Oof. Looks like I’m the one who looks silly now.

Wasn’t even required reading for me. I was just flipping through my textbook one day and found that in one of the sections the class was never going to reach.

I would encourage you to read the post more carefully. It doesn’t say anything about how many men oppose abortion. It’s making a claim about how many abortion opponents are men. Therefore, the 21% left over in that statement are in fact women who, most likely due to religious brainwashing, oppose abortion.

It’s not saying that 79% of men are abortion opponents.

It’s saying that 79% of abortion opponents are men.

Those two statements are very different.

Let’s not beat around the bush here. They were aborted because they were basically already dead in the “Fist of the North Star” sense of the phrase. Nothing could be done to save them. The would-be mothers knew there was nothing that could save their pregnancies. Their doctors knew there was nothing that could save these pregnancies. They were forced to keep going anyway.

I don’t think it even qualifies as a knife. It’s probably made of some sort of cheap stainless steel that goes dull if you sneeze at it.

Seems like a skill issue to me.

Oh those guys dipped out over a millennium ago.

It also has a poly count lower than most people’s shoe size.

I had the displeasure of seeing one of these contraptions in person for the first time recently. Pictures do not adequately convey just how ugly these abominations are.

WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UUUUUUNIVEEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSE!

If weight is the only thing you care about, then sure. The only problem is even normal weighted blankets can be an absolute furnace in the summer.

Guess I’m pressing the button, then. Either I become a billionaire and can do whatever I want, or I become a femboy, make bank with photos, videos, and streams of myself, and use the money to do slightly less of whatever I want.

I was never a wall puncher. I would give that wall a palm strike instead.

We have first genocide, yes, but what about second genocide?

On the bright side, if Miami has any lead pipes, they’re about to get a head start on digging them out.

It’s about sending a message

Then out of the solar system is still a better option, because then we’re announcing to some future spacefaring anthropologist, “Fuck this guy in particular.”

I just looked it over again, and it looks like I just walked into a big comment minefield here. Your first comment in the thread is a bit of a mess, someone took it the wrong way and replied to what they thought you were saying, and then you took that the wrong way and replied to what you thought they were saying, and the whole thing spiraled until a certain commenter with attention problems (me) skimmed over the whole thing and assumed you were just a trumpet being defensive.