Too real. Got to lash yourself to the mast and let the storm take you.

Goth music was the reward for being cool enough to wear a dress. The sacrifice was getting screamed at by a guy wearing the thinnest shellsuit of all time.

You got me so good with that in the first release, to the point where I was coding a scraper and thought my code was busted.

(It was, just not like that!)

(Uncritical support for Wives with Knives, however)

Unveiling the grand new strategy of weaponising Britishness against foreign TERFs by forced patriation.

More means testing. All in.

God's Teeth was always a harrowing read, but the final chapter of that reads like charming naivety now. Without revealing much, there's a lot of covering-up and clandestine actions taken using ICE as cover that are kinda just... happening publicly.

Unless it's really taking the piss, like the only tragedy in the book being a token gay character dying. Feels like it's been a fucking age since I've seen anything like that though.

Started watching it on star power alone, and it's pretty great. After The Franchise got cancelled, I'm glad something similar has taken off. I'm a sucker for this kind of premise.

The joy of watching a chud try to grind wheat paste off that untreated metal.

I think that's what the cell (and legally distinct equivalents) are for. And no, you shouldn't be standing on the roof.

My one full-boomer take is that cage matches were better when you had to scale the cage to escape. The door should be chained shut. I'll _maybe_ be fine with a coward heel getting a goon friend to cut the lock to let him out.