Meh, we’d probably all die anyway, so then it’s no longer our problem.
Meh, we’d probably all die anyway, so then it’s no longer our problem.
Video games should have taught us this. Food is a healing item.
I would do borderline illegal things for some fucking Cra-z-bread.
And while I understand where you’re coming from about Olive Garden’s sticks, I frankly don’t care. Those be some tasty mass produced bread product sticks, especially when dipped in their chicken & gnocchi soup. But I get it. The hype is too much for them to live up to. They were probably REALLY good about 20 or so years ago. Enshitification to cut costs.
But today, I don’t care, I have a very unhealthy relationship with bread and will shove them in my face whenever I get the chance.
Back on the site-that-must-not-be-named, u/shittymorph would occasionally come out of nowhere with the one story about Hell in a Cell. It was his thing. Shortly before the place went to absolute hell, he posted saying he was stepping away for personal reasons.
We believe this is an imposter.
There was so much fucking potential in this game. Execution was… meh.
It always struck me as odd that, the pilot, the linchpin of their entire fucking plan, was CONSTANTLY in the line of fire.
I never made it much past the white phosphorus bit. I saw the potential being squandered and the gameplay was, as OP said, textbook for shooters at the time. A bit janky, if I’m remembering right, another nail in its coffin for me.
I saw the second one release and never bothered to look into it.