Crash Course was some good shit.
Crash Course was some good shit.
That one hurt.
I’ve forgotten who but I know one of their content creators was accused of either grooming or at least having inappropriate conversations with a or potentially multiple minors.
James Ryan Haywood did some penis crimes at Rooster Teeth conventions. Basically a dozen variations on “not technically rape.” With fans, of questionable age, on the company dime. As soon as credible accusations arose, his ass was gone, and the rest of Achievement Hunter had exactly one emotional-and-drunk livestream to say they were never going to acknowledge him for the rest of their lives.
His whole personality on-camera and in-game turns out to be really close to how he sincerely acts and thinks. He was not playing a heel.
Some people get addicted to being right all the time.
Yo dawg.
The general difference is that these bookmarks go away when re-opened. They’re an alternative to leaving a buttload of tabs open.
Not that guy. But: what people were promised was smartphone guts in a set-top box, for all the novel PSP-grade mobile titles that were limited by touchscreen controls and battery life. What was delivered was Not That. They turned the Kickstarter into a custom microconsole, which is a vulgar word in any context, because it means there’s no goddamn software. The central fucking point was to take advantage of everything on Google Play… or whatever the hell it was called that month. Instead you got a tiny selection of games which were forced to provide free demos. And you could play them with an abysmal controller, which was the one thing these geniuses were supposed to get right for free.
Currently budgeting a mission to resupply the magenta toner.
You won’t unfuck that chicken.
In the loyalist mindset, reality is a team sport.
Fuck the bond requirements, just find a judge who’ll call bullshit. Shell companies are not a new scam.
Those poor independent little oil wells. Totally disconnected from kajillion-dollar global industries.
The most anticipated feature of 2015.
In undue fairness, accomplishing nothing was her job.
Shagohodgepodge.
Reality is a team sport, to some people. They don’t mean things when they say words. They’re just signalling loyalty to their ingroup hierarchy, and playing a dominance game where they get to decide what’s true. It’s not a judgement call. In their worldview there is no objective means to evaluate claims. There’s just whatever their guy says, and whatever our guy says, and their guy is right because he’s their guy.
So please stop falling for it when they declare themselves fiscal experts. They don’t give the slightest shit. They’re just shuffling cards. It’s another song and dance they do, to grasp for narrative legitimacy. Nothing else exists in their moral universe.
Grenades are easier, but sure, that’d work.
Could’ve had an episode where they tried as many experiments as they could fit into a two-week production.
Considering I’ve seen it printed on booty shorts, yeah, probably not.
Occasionally broken by Arin being a music dork instead of a gaming dork, leading to magic like introducing him to Gen1 Pokemon designs.
… oh god that was nine years ago.