So he can make friends with the weirdly sexy anthromorphosized spider?

Nope.

There are scenes where you can very much see the rolls being made and how the “players” are dealing with them. And I like that a lot about it.

Paint mostly. Although my art has taken a bit of a Beksińskian bent of late, so I might have to switch activities.

My neocortex. It’s busted anyways and just jacking up other shit with its nonsense.

Triangle Vomitorium.

Ah yes… The Nature Hole.

Steal one, then turn it into a bug factory.

There’s so many here at the Rustbolt homestead.

It’s like Lampyridae Ft. Lauderdale.

Schedule regular mid-morning Monday massages.

Okay kids… let’s go!

Good thing he’s not trying to rewrite the Human Animus, because that’s how you end up losing Deimos.

Baseball: There is now a gun under second base.

I’ll buy that for a dollar!

They’re all Neutral Evil.

The worst kind of evil.

The Oscilation Overthruster.

Free cockring.

She’s an Olde English bitch.

The Mets would let them in… on accident.

That was one of the core tenets of Zoroastrianism.

It was certainly very pro-zionist.