Giant Bomb: A Website About Video Games
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Giant Bomb: A Website About Video Games

(credit goes to GB user Roomrunner)

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i still really like in rainbows even if i’ve had 0 impulse to go pick up the rest of their albums

lots of very pretty songs on it

plus, without it we’d never have the gnarls barkley cover of reckoner

basically: autumn games owns the ip for skullgirls, konami published skullgirls. konami sued autumn games over def jam rapstar, and as a result basically all the money autumn was getting had to go to paying konami (and not the skullgirls team)

and then konami broke ties with autumn games which led to skullgirls getting delisted from xbl and psn for a while! and also apparently any console patches for a while had to go through konami’s approval according to microsoft and then skullgirls’ japanese publisher went out of business and their store shut down and like a million other things happened because of the skullgirls curse

even with the indiegogo, basically all of the skullgirls team has been working on the game for free while simultaneously having other jobs and it’s ridiculous to me how dedicated they still are to the game despite it all. i’m really glad things are looking up for them finally

Wait what the actual fuck why weren’t they getting money before and how was it legal that they weren’t

would you believe me if i say it was the fault of def jam rapstar


Watching this Mario Party stream, Drew looks like he is about to kill Dan.

there are so many good moments in that stream especially from drew

if it wasn’t three hours i’d rewatch it

oh also good news skullgirls fans: after working for like years with absolutely no pay other than tshirt sales and dlc sales (dlc that they give away for free after the first month) the skullgirls team is finally getting a cut of the game sales

is the skullgirls curse finally broken? who knows


when you load skullgirls it gives you a “this is your first time playing this build, would you like to see the patch notes?” pop up and that should be fucking mandatory in every video game but especially fight games

skullgirls has so many damn quality of life features that no other fightgames have, it’s silly

holy shit, rip gamespot

condolences to everyone who got let go


I still think this is one of the funniest Giant Bomb videos.

The Possibility That They May Be Enormous


Jerry is in love again, so blissfully ecstatic that he and his new lover, Ana, march down the street hand in hand. They bring with them messages of love, and everywhere they go, love grows. Her dress twists slowly in the wind; the two are the epitome of happiness.

George attempts to return a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf after the expiration date, and realizes that the clerk he’s speaking to is actually Jerry’s girlfriend. She patiently tries to explain to George that she cannot offer a refund, causing George to make quite a scene before he storms out.

He later explains the encounter to Jerry, shaking his tiny fist and swearing he wasn’t wrong, hoping Jerry can use his relationship to get George’s money back. However, Jerry didn’t realize that Ana worked at the grocery. “You’re telling me that my girlfriend earns… minimum wage?”

Elaine finds herself in a bizarre love triangle, where she must choose between “Mr. Horrible” and “The Ugliness Man.” She explains the situation to Jerry, who sympathizes a bit before whining that he wants to break things off with Ana without appearing classist. ”No, that’s not classist,” Elaine says. “That’s classless.”

Kramer attempts to poison Newman’s mind with wrong ideas that appeal to him, terrible screeds about various immigrant populations in the city. Newman will have none of it, though: “I can’t stand here listening to you, my racist friend.” “I’m not just your racist friend,” Kramer replies, “I’m your only friend.” Newman spits at Kramer’s feet and walks away.

Peterman becomes enamored with his new “pet rock,” going so far as to bring it to board meetings and business lunches. (He is unaware that it is actually a toy of one of the California Raisins.)

Newman, still reeling with disgust, gets his payback by leaving a dead sparrow in Kramer’s letterbox. When Kramer discovers this, he mutters to himself, “Done someone wrong, and I fear that it was me.”

Hoping for a more sympathetic ear than Jerry’s, George recounts his woes to his parents. Frank is utterly disgusted, though, and smashes his hearing aid beneath his boot heel so he doesn’t have to listen to George any longer. He screams endlessly, calling George “King Lazybones!”

A terrible smell and sound emanates from Kramer’s apartment, and a crowd gathers outside the door, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. “He might be frying up a stalk of wheat,” suggests someone helpfully. Jerry is able to break the lock and discovers quite a scene: the bathtub running over, the stereo on at full volume, and bacon sizzling on the stove. Kramer, however, is nowhere to be found to explain why.

Jerry goes to the grocery store right in the middle of Ana’s shift and breaks up with her, right in front of her manager. “Well, Jerry,” she says through gritted teeth, “You’re the nicest of the damned.”

A week later, Jerry and George walk past the grocery where Ana works, both of them visibly depressed, a mess, and feeling totally worthless. “I tell ya,” says George, “That’s nobody’s storefront but the jerk’s!”


Bania goes shopping at a record store and plucks out one album in a green sleeve, immensely satisfied: “Now this one, this is the best!

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okay since yall seem to be incapable of identifying fake sj posts here’s a handy guide:

  1. go to the source of the post
  2. check the tags
  3. if it’s tagged with two thousand variations of “otherkin” and “headspace” and “sj” then it is 100% fake no exceptions and if you reblog it unironically you are a bad person


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here are the 3 body types available for women and men

uh, hi miss

oh, hello sir

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"Wolfram Alpha" sounds like the name of someone’s fursona.