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I mean plasma and meltas both shoot superheated air the difference is just the range and intensity so it might be more melta

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Guys I think I know how a plasma gun works now

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you're the only one who understands me mr strobbery

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exercise for two reasons only:

1. become korra tlok

2. be able to carry everything for my partner

(secret 3rd reason: become a ninja turtle)

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Are we at the point where I can tell the people who didn't vote for "moral reasons" to kill themselves yet?

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Y'all ever think about the way video game bosses are designed to lose? How the bombastic soundtracks, the impressive displays of villainy, the teeth-rattling power of their attacks, are at once engineered not just to sell you on how unfathomably strong and vile they are, but also to make the player's inevitable victory all the sweeter?

Viewed this way, a boss battle is more like a choreographed dance - they call, you respond and counter-call. The trick is to learn the steps - once you know where to move, when to strike, when to defend and how to best allocate your resources, victory is not just achievable but actually almost impossible to avoid. You cannot help but recite the winning plays, over and again, because that is what the dance demands of you both - and is there not a savage sort of beauty in such a thing?

Is it any wonder then that we look back on these bosses so fondly, almost as if they were old friends? We danced together once, and oh what fun we had while doing it!

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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i lied there’s no sex can you kill that spider though

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put your clothes back on, we're not having sex I need you to sit with me for an hour and tell me you don't hate me and I'm not a terrible person.

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bro last night was totally redacted! last night was fully expunged from the record. bro, do you... can you remember last night? what did we do...? what did... did we hurt someone? bro? why won't you look at me? what did I do...? whose blood is this...? bro...?

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Happy pride sleepy dykes

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"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

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No your honor i would never kill out of anger. I killed that guy for sport

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just remember, tense your shoulders, grit your teeth, take rapid shallow breaths and say to yourself ”oh shit, oh fuck, this is all my fault”

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THE INTIMACY OF BEING SILLY TOGETHER.

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A committee of Imperial fists? What's a group of architects called?

Today on "I am a serious wtiter I swear":

What to call a group of space marines, by legions.

Word Bearer: a Conclave

World Eater: a pit

Ultramarine: a parliment

Dark Angel: a court

Blood Angel: a brood

Night Lords: a cackle

Raven Guard: an unkindness

White Scar: a herd

Death Guard: a swarm

Space Wolf: a pack

Imperial Fist: a pod

Iron Hand: a crash

Emperor's Children: a flamboyance

Thousand Sons: a conspiracy

Iron Warrior: a hive

Alpha Legion: a confusion

Salamanders: a bask

BONUS ROUND:

Luna Wolf: a gang

Sons of Horus: a family

Black Legion: a Coalition