I’ve still got this sitting on my shelf on the 360.
I’m a big Ridge fan but I could never get this game - it’s not bad by any means but it never grabbed me like RR6 did. The change of stylistic direction certainly is something.
The soundtrack is a fucking banger though.
Mr bin Sunglasses seems to read the room before taking in all the pertinent information, looks at the best decision he can make, and thinks to himself “…nah fuck that” and picks the worst possible answer to most situations.
It’s almost a skill.
A vocalisation of the Family Fortunes incorrect answer noise is my reply of choice.
Probably for the same reason that Kiribati has them.
GPS spoofers, and fake nominations.
TrainerTips did a great video on the island and a good waste of fifty minutes of your time. It’s worth noting that Kiribati has the advantage of proximity to the international date line, where Epstein Island doesn’t.
Ah man, that sucks.
They may have been in your world for a short time, but they have gifted you a lifetime of memories.
Be kind to yourself, friend.
Shame really.
DMA Design were literally at the cutting edge of game design and new ideas. Their implementationz were pretty fucking awesome too.
Money got involved. Publishers got more leverage. The name changed to Rockstar. And it all went to shit.
Shame.
edit: that mistyped “s” is a banging typo, I’m keeping it
Jesus, the gamesradar site is absolute ass
The data: https://weloveit.io/developers/steam-revenue-report/
I take my eldest son out running with me. He plays sport at a national level (not yet near the international stage) so it’s nice to go out to bang in five kilometres every now and then - it’s a great bit of cardio for him, and it drags me out to keep me healthy.
Honestly, 25 of those minutes are robloxrobloxrobloxrobloxrobloxfortniterobloxrobloxroblox and it can get draining… but it’s important to him so it’s important to me.
Honestly, it’s just time spent alone with him that makes the difference for me. He’s got some big changes coming up in life and I want to be there for him, so if he ever drops that little breadcrumb into conversation that he’s got problems with his boyfriend or girlfriend, or if he’s getting a hard time off someone, or if the studying and sport is getting him down - then I’ll have hopefully made a space safe enough to chat freely and openly, and his mental health doesn’t take a battering before it’s too late.
One can dream.
Was it not just an collaboration of SomethingAwful forumites that founded Goonswarm?
Yeah in fairness (and I’m not defending anybodies practices here, about 50 pence of that is fuel taxation, along with 20% on top.
The actual cost to the consumer of the fuel itself is probably “only” around 70p.
It’s kinda fucked to be fair - I’m all for reducing our reliance on car transport but the interim step of EVs is getting hosed as well now.
I remember back when I started to drive, it was just shy of 50p.
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In pennies, yes - around £1.60 per litre.
It varies across regions but it’s a pretty good indicator for 2026.
That dude sliding across the table fifteen seconds in is the coolest motherfucker in the room.
I’m not it’s biggest fan either, but both terms are commonly used in the United Kingdom, and without inherent malice for the most part.
I agree that we should be trending towards “the unhoused” or other more dignified terms, whereas counterintuitively “the homeless” is a perfectly acceptable term elsewhere in the world but stigmatised in the UK.
In short: 🤷♂️
It’s tough, bro. You’ve forged your own path though, and you’ve made a life for yourself.
I was quite popular in my youth. Knew loads of people, was rarely on bad terms with anyone, and Saturday nights out on the piss were brilliant - I could mingle between different friendship circles and have a great time.
Things change though, and my life took me in a different direction. I moved six hundred miles away to a different country, but still stayed in touch with folk, even if that contact naturally dwindles away. I used to visit my hometown every few months, walk round, and invariably bump into someone I knew for a gas and chat bollocks like it was 2000 again.
A big big gut punch came about ten years ago when I went back, walked round, went into a few shops, got a coffee, and went back to the car. In that time I had seen nobody I knew. Nobody I recognised. No trace of the social life I had worked hard to build in my youth.
That’s when I knew that it wasn’t “home” anymore.
I’m not mad about it. I look back and remember the amazing times I had, but now I look forward to the amazing future in front of me a family and a lifestyle somewhere else.
It’s a big boot in the feels, but life goes on. Nothing lasts forever. And that’s cool.
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I know I’m missing the point here but that sounds like three man-made ecological disasters right there 🙁