I'm In My Local Bakery, And One Of The Policemen Is There Talking With A Colleague. I Overhear Him Say,

I experienced pure joy when my dad got into playing MGSV this year. Until I went to show him the secret room on the medical platform and COMPLETELY forgot about the cutscene with Paz's "other" bomb. Goddammit Kojima.

Consequences of your actions

I wish this actually was an anime.

1984

Many apologies for this.

WHAT BEAUTIFUL MADNESS IS THIS?!

Here's Machinarium on my Game Boy Pocket! You can grab the .gb or the .pocket file on my patreon HERE for free! [Patreon] [Twitter] [Instagram] [Kofi]

Saw this post years ago and I finally finished this hehe

Here’s my submission to the 2017 MGS Secret Santa! Final Boss fight, Disney-style. Boop. (@kaxuhira) I’ve seen some really awesome MGS art so I’m a bit self-conscious.

I made vkaz dolls out of wool. A great adventure of a small hand-held vkaz.

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

It looks so imposing yet also beautiful.

RT-64 radio telescope - Kalyazin, Russia