Brilliant! We need to spread this message so us Pineapple Pizza lovers wont be so hated.

Add Rimworld to this list

I remember playing the original. It was a lot of fun. The next game they made, Cthulhu Saves the World, was a big improvement on their style and storytelling.

I might have to puck this up.

I get what you’re saying but I love my kid. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me.

38 year old here checking in with “Butts” for his latest playthrough

Funny thing about this on is that my wife actually ghost wrote it. A few of the jokes in it are my creation.

We don’t get money from the sales. We just think it’s cool that it’s out in the world.

OMG! You’re technically correct but added nothing to the conversation! Congratulations!

I would suggest a book of jokes specifically for kids. Like this one.

https://a.co/d/fzOsG4b

It’s free on Kindle Unlimited. You don’t even have to let your daughter know that you’re getting them from a book.

It’s not that you have to, but the very fact that i could owns slaves, beat them daily, rape them, sell them, and do almost anything I wanted with them and God would give me a thumbs up as I walked through the pearly gates.

You don’t see how Jesus Christ, the Messiah of the Christian church, who are named for being “Christ like”, and the Bible, the holy book of his teachings and God’s stances on the rules to enter heaven, are relevent to his people?

I actually agree with you.

Jesus and the Bible are irrelevant to Christians.

I think he’s referring to Jesus’ pro-slavery stances.

To add to this, it’s widely used in Brazil who copied it from surf culture.

China also uses it as part of their one hand counting system. To them it’s the number 6 (pronounced ‘leo’). The use of it in western culture has allowed them to adopt it as a way of saying something is cool. They will say 666 (pronounced “leo leo leo”) while making the hand gesture to say something is cool. This fact was very fun to explain to my ultra conservative family back in the states.

Source: I taught in China for nine years in an international school with a very large Brazilian community.

This is actually pretty accurate.

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.

Nah, Bah Bah Black Sheep is sung to the tune of the Imperial March from Star Wars.

https://youtube.com/shorts/-a0WHEMZd3c?feature=shared

You had me in the first half, I’m not going to lie.

I’m so glad someone else made this joke so i couldn’t.

Thank you for your sacrifice.

I’ve been calling them Trumpanzees for years now.

Came to say this. The movie also won an Oscar for best original song.