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Any of the giant drumsticks or hams on the bone that are seemingly pure delicious meat with no connective tissue, and can apparently be eaten with all the effort of an ice cream bar.
I mean, is Mad Jack Churchill made less scary by the existence of Mr Bean, just because they’re both Englishmen?
Fun fact, this song is apparently about the time Nikki Sixx’s heart stopped due to a heroin OD, and he was dead for a few minutes. I believe it took two syringes of adrenaline to the heart to bring him back.
Somewhere in a book of sci fi and fantasy short stories for children, there’s a fourth or fifth grade retelling of Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis”, and it was fucking terrifying at that age.
I think they think they’re posting to their instance, adultswim.fan, and asking what connection it has to the old Adult Swim message boards?
I still say it makes slightly more sense in Otherside if he’s saying “the cemetery where I married a thief”.
Ah, but some day the sapient squids who come after us will re-invent video recording and, assuming they tell each other stories, the industry will inevitably start up again.
Don’t confuse prompting with creating.
I’m confused, because you’re saying that as though you’ve “created something of your own”. You just organized the AI’s shit into a pile you liked. A pile shaped like someone else’s music.
Yes, that’s exactly what you’ve made here. Noise. Useless garbage noise shouted into the void without a speck of artistry.
A potty training child should be more proud of what they’ve produced. Congrats on your big poop, champ!
You’re not a creator
Neither are you. At best you’re a middle manager to a plagiarism machine.
Because it’s bad, it’s bad, slop-on (bad, bad, really, really bad)
You know it’s bad, it’s bad (bad, bad)
You know it (really, really bad)
You know it’s bad, it’s bad (bad, bad)
Slop-on, you know (really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Slop’s bad!
The fevered dreams of a madman, for now. But if in some sitcom plot, I ever inherit a pizza place form a long-lost uncle, those will be called the Dave Lister and the Blue Hedgehog respectively (I have to assume Sega is more litigious than the BBC).
Did they hack Steam, or the dev’s computer? Or is this the dev deliberately shoving malware into a cheap asset flip game?
Of course Steam should do more to check what’s being uploaded, but the distinction feels important.
But what a way to go.
Imagine being such a loser that the only job you qualify for is taking a bullet for the worst member of the parasite class.