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my base of power is primarily men aged 20-35 who self-identity as Nephews and women who report having a positive or very positive opinion of the Ottoman Empire following the Tanzimat reforms
bringing in a particularly wise earthworm to consult on the mollusk investigation. not his field of expertise but at this point I've hit a wall and maybe an outsider perspective is the key to unraveling this whole affair
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Incident at Galley House is pretty good. the mystery can be a little too easy sometimes because most scenes clearly signposts you to the next one but you can also go super nonlinearly just off your intuition, very fun detective game
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probably just a translation thing but I've always liked that important events in 1900s Japanese history are called Incidents, like the Zhang Zuolin Explosion Death Incident or the Marco Polo Bridge Incident
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Mein größter Albtraum als Spongebob Fan ist es meine geliebte Freunde und Familie tot aufzufinden
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Bubble conscript: I.. I can't go on anymore Sarge. I'm s-scared
Palmolive drill sergeant: Get tough on grime right now maggot or you will not survive the Grease Wars
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Rated PG-13: Someone is shown blowing their nose, soda falls and is implied to stain t shirt
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RICE purity test
1. made a faux pas
2. made a blunder…while someone else watched
3. spilled soda/sweets causing a stain
4. gum in hair
5. forgot to do homework once
6. stuttered
I remember coming to this conclusion at 8 years old until I was introduced to the works of E. Hunter et al
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(inside the torture sphere) wth this sucks. i hate the torture sphere
(outside the torture sphere) ok now that i think about it, the torture sphere has a sort of “je ne sais quoi”
















