absolutely

eighteen episodes of this. the return is basically this drilled down hour after hour, and then it goes away briefly with “I am the FBI” and then he gives his final rug pull

great stuff, sheer hellish miasma was a go to for the longest time for me, so it’s awesome his band camp is well stocked

both, but think of it as freedom from the irony poisoned, engagement farming hell that gets you a cookie for leaning off center from who you actually are. so i’m treating this as internet ground zero, but everywhere is equally awful.

should straight ports / collections even qualify in a category normally reserved for newly developed games? utterly bizarre

does the SVHS deck still have a dupont port for the tap?