Yanno, I have always loved borderlands, but randy pitchford is an absolute fucking tool.

I even bought one of the diamond editions that came with a physical damn loot crate and tons of goodies with BL3, so it’s not like I’m not a fan. But still, how fucking stupid do you have to be to say it like this? What a stupid jackass.

I feel the need to remind everyone that when I was buying NES cartridges in 1988 and 1989 at the ripe age of like, 6, they were like 39.99$, and SNES were usually 50$, unless you wanted something fancy like Secret of Mana where the cartridge had some special snowflake chips in it and shit. Entire birthdays’ gifts were combined into a single game I could buy, once a year at most.

I don’t know of literally anything else that cost 50$ in 1989 that only cost 50$ today.

But with everything else getting god awful expensive, it’s hard to stomach yet more things getting expensive too. I’m just pointing out that gas was like, 89c a gallon at the same time, so… yeah. I just find it wild that games haven’t really gone up in price alongside everything else over the same time period, it’s kind of super unique in that regard.

it was the plan, the vetting of the plan, the sign off of the plan, the execution of the plan.

so I mean yeah, just like generally the plan. I haven’t made mead since, because it represents possibly the most monumental TIFU of my entire god damned life

my friend, sometimes ordering a pizza is a valid life choice

Sort of.

I was making a gigantic batch of mead. Like 5 gallons of it, boiling away merrily. I carefully prepared my glass carboy ahead of time and poured the must (aka: that-which-will-be-mead-after-yeast-farts-in-it) into my carboy. This was fine. All according to plan.

The bucket of ice and cold water I added to the sink to cool it down faster so that I could throw the pitched yeast into it… also according to plan.

What was not according to plan was a gunshot sound going off, shards of glass shooting through the air like a grenade, and honey water cascading out over the edge of my sink all over my floor.

I’ve never felt more broken.