"mickey i am fed up wit your bullshit devil magic"
I’M LAUGHING SO MUCH AT THIS ARTICLE ABOUT TWITCH PLAYS POKEMON
In theory, it harnesses the wisdom of the crowds to find the best way through the game, with playing 24 hours a day, seven days a week. (The game has currently been running for just over eight and a half days)
In practice, however, it looks like this:
I LOVE WHOEVER WROTE THIS
Take the Ledge (an event which earned its capital L). In Pokémon, ledges are one-way barriers, which the player can jump off but not climb up. One particular ledge, encountered three days after the stream began, was just below a wall. To get past, all the players had to do was press right for a few seconds to walk twelve paces east, then up. Pressing down at any point would send them back to the start.
It took them seven hours to walk those twelve paces.
ITS REALLY WORTH READING OKAY
Eevee is a low-level doglike Pokémon that can evolve into three different forms depending on which elemental rock is used. The water form, Vaporeon, is tremendously useful because it can use Surf to travel on water, which is crucial for finishing the game. Unfortunately, the players bought and used the Fire Stone instead, turning Eevee into Flareon. The fire dog became known as the “False Prophet”, before being released into the wild a few days later.
just the fact that someone sat down with a straight face and wrote this article for the guardian is just hilarious and wonderful to me
I just spoke to both my prof and TA, and I’m writing my final paper on The Church of the Holy Helix Fossil. This is fucking unreal. I can’t believe I’m going to be writing about this for academic credit.
(Also, it means all my procrastination over the break can now be considered “research”.)
doodled a satsuki in the computer lab
Stronge eyebrows in the universe? EXCUSE ME
yeah excuse u
THOSE WEAK ASS EYEBROWS ARE NOT WELCOME IN A SCHOOL ENVIRONMENT!
i run this school not you
but i admire your loyalty to order
Look how happy Ishimaru is.
laughing cow cheese huh?
I BET THAT COW WASNT LAUGHING WHEN YOU SLAUGHTERED IT HUH
you don’t kill a cow
to make cheese
actually yes that cow was laughing as it was slaughtered
it murdered its kind in droves, dying its blood red, and as the solemn progression of butchery tools descended upon the heartless bovine, it laughed. It shed tears of sorrow, of joy, and of injustice and despair. That face was the final face it made.
Well, it was only a matter of time.