I’m so glad someone else made this joke so i couldn’t.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
I’m so glad someone else made this joke so i couldn’t.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
What do you mean move? This series has been action based since DA2
Thank you! People forget that this hasn’t been a tactical series since the first game. It’s like people complaining that Zelda BOTW wasn’t a top down 2D puzzler.
I think people forgot how much flack DA2 got over not being a Tactical game like DA:O.
If you’ve only played the most tactical of all of the Dragon Age games and not the Action based variations that are literally the other 2 games, please stop talking
Don’t listen to the whiners. There are 3 games in the Dragon Age series and only one of them can be considered a “Tactical” game. Hell, I remember all of the fallout and whining from fans when Dragon Age 2 became more of an arcade hack and slash. And then Inquisition was just a combo of the two styles that leaned towards Action over Tactics.
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if we would just chuck woodchucks?
We need to replace all of the Nintendo assets with meme versions similar to Sanic. This way, Nintendo can’t force them down and we get to make fun of them.
I say we make Plumber Guy and Princess Bleach of the Toilet Kingdom.
Can someone please tell me who the second character is at the bottom?
PLEASE! IT’S FOR SCIENCE!!!
Can we get this dropped on the switch? It’s the only way I can convince my wfe to play.
I love Harry Potter despite the fact that it’s creator is a bigoted narcissist.
I love the Beatles’ music despite the fact that John Lennon was a horrible person who beat his family.
Learn the phrase “death of the author” my dude.
I love D3 and i can play it on my switch with my wife. It will never die for us.
Yeah, i need to know. I can’t seem to find anything on google.
You missed the best series of nonsense Christmas movies:
Yes these are legit hallmark movies.
My wife and I are being very careful about this with our son. I only ever post a monthly growth update and have made sure that the extended family isn’t posting anything without permission.
I came here to make the same “what my wife says” joke about me being toxic gas.
Me too. I want to subscribe
What if dinosaurs had feelings? Or are we collectively ignoring that one’s existence?
I got the idea to turn this into a creepy pasta.
I stared at the river with its clear clean water and my sandpaper tongue swept across my chapped lips. I was thirsty but I couldn’t give in. Not yet.
We still had a full day of travel before we got behind the gun towers of the next city. Their high walls and fields of land mines were the only real protection from the Warminder. We couldn’t risk refreshing ourselves out in the open like this. But the temptation was there.
I longed to jump into the water and drink my fill. The hydration gel packs we were alotted to keep us functioning between safe zones just didn’t cut it. Maybe I could just get a mouthful. A mouthful wouldn’t hurt would it?
Before I could move there was movement to my left. Someone had lost control before I had a chance to. And now he was running straight into the water and plunging his head below the surface and taking in deep gulps of water.
The rest of us hesitated and exchanged glances. The only sound was the splashing and slurping of water. A heartbeat later and 2 more ran for the water. They ran and fell face first and began drinking.
A feeling if anxiety shot through me. Was it safe? Could the Warminder see us? Was the water as refreshing as it looked?
I dropped my pack and stumbled towards the water falling on my knees at the edge of it. I cupped my hands and sunk them beneath the surface and began to raise pure beautiful water to my lips. My lips ached, my tongue beckoned, my heart raced, but that’s when I heard it.
Oh No!
I tried to shout but my throat was too dry. I sprawled away from the water. There were arms and hands grabbing me, pulling me back to safety, away from the water. Then everything happened all at once.
The Warminder was there. A wall of jagged red bricks that jutted out in at terrible angles had already encompassed the first man. I saw the terror in his eyes before the last brick slid in sealing his fate. Another had been close but got sandwiched between bricks as walls were built lightning quick. Fingers and arms stuck out from the walls showing last ditch efforts to cling to life and escape the wrath of the Warminder. All that was left was the sounds of muffled screams.
7 people were lost to the thirst that day. I was almost one of them. And I will never forget the evil grin of that terrible creature, the Warminder.