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me gustan los gatitos. mg escribir Daim Gesign, gaymer, cuadrofrenico ricardo fort te extraño. https://dancerogue.itch.io/love-measured-in-joules

𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘦&𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘬 blends suspense with action-adventure mechanics. Its wildly unbalanced gameplay makes for a very thrilling gameplay experience. Sadly, the level design depends entirely on whatever play area is available. ★★★☆☆ Category: Surrogate Hunting Play / Make-believe Publisher: Older cousins

neotl@ctrlcreep.bsky.social · 5d ago

𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 is a challenging masterpiece, with high replay value despite its upsetting conclusion. ★★★★★ Category: Surrogate Hunting Play Publisher: Dad

Una raza de polillas gigantes, cada mil años eclosionan bajo el suelo y hacen temblar la tierra Nacen volando atraídas por la luz que más brilla: el Sol Algunas débiles, pequeñas, rezagadas, largan por la noche y peregrinan a la luna Sus escamas nievan plateadas Así explican los aborígenes el cuarzo

These apes groom each other's brains, picking the bad thoughts out, the demons, the memetic lice, philosophies, egregores, unsnipped hivemind tethers, false memories, tautologies, zones of unmitigated recursion, tulpas, wicked selves,

Bluesky is like being stranded on an island with a bunch of good people and we built a nice little town and we party every night but you better fuckin like weirdos because that's all we got

Es fascinante el universo de los canastos de basura de mi barrio. En 10 cuadras no encontré un diseño repetido. Comparto algunas fotos al azar, cada casa tiene uno distinto. 🧵

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I keep hearing that the Epstein files are so big if we held everyone accountable everything would collapse. And no it wouldn’t. These rich guys don’t do any actual work. They aren’t actually important or useful they are just rich.

Burnout 3 is underrated as one of the very, very best games of all time because you can show Burnout 3 footage to people two decades later and their reaction will still be "hell yeah, this rules. I wanna play this right now."

The wizard dies; the stars fall from his hat, and scorch small sigils in the grass. His hat, a cone of empty blue. His light is elsewhere, now—adieu