Anonymous15(12): No I've been around for a while actually. It's just the fact Masaya Nakamura didn't die or even give us Pac-man and Pac-Woman for this reason.
RocketDog: @Anonymous: Wut? Must be your first day, huh? Death-features are ALL THE RAEG these days!!! Poor buddy pretty much CREATED the video game industry with that one.:'( Hats (and pants) off to you Mr. Nakamura!!!
Alfernus-the-Geek: Very nice, not bad at all.
Like it, and well...
Goodbye Mr. Nakamura, we'll miss you.
Your contributions and importance to the medium will not be forgotten
SuperKirby: @Scatavaganza: well one is a puzzle game, the other an... game genre other than puzzle so youre gonna end up liking one genre (and therefore game) more than the other
Anonymous41: I was the kid that poked holes in the plastic packaging of paper towels and toilet paper. I was the kid that picked up just about everything in the grocery store. I'd squeeze the loaves of bread. Press my face against the beer six-packs.
But the one section I always avoided during these tactile excursions was the meats. The asceptic cellophane and styrofoam packaging, the deep red color of the meats, the intercellular fluid that was apt to leak onto your hands and make them sticky. It didn't excite me at all.
Around the time I entered adolescence, I learned about menstruation. I just assumed that men got used to and even enjoyed when their girlfriends and wives had blood gushing from their genitalia. Maybe sexual attraction and arousal were acquired tastes. Tastes like you might form for coffee or beer.
And, so, I was determined to teach myself to enjoy my imagined future lover's monthly exsanguination. I started visiting the meat section.
Meat is surprisingly sexual. The pornographic red color of so much of it. The flesh that exists for your pleasure. Chicken breasts and thighs can be fondled without repercussion. Pork chops appeared much like I imagined meaty pussy lips might. Even thick-sliced ham's texture reminded me of how I imagined the inside of a vagina might feel. Slightly uneven, a bit smooth, but still rough enough to provide pleasurable rubbing friction.
I fingered the meats through their condom-like plastic protective coverings. Whole chickens with their interior cavities hollowed out, ready for stuffing. Spread eagle, gaping wide. You can't get much more sexual than that.
Packages of ground beef. The soft-textured yet viscerally red flesh play-dough. I poked holes in the packaging and fingered the horrid mix. I stuck my whole hand in a bulk package of ground beef. And I found myself extremely aroused.
I started using my spare cash to buy near-expiration packages of meat. If no one else was going to love them, I would.
Just about any of the meat products could easily be fashioned into a surrogate vagina or orifice of choice. But my favorites were the ground meats. You could mold them into anything. The first time I fucked a mound of 80/20 ground chuck, I experienced near sensory overload. The obscenely crimson color of the meat, the soft, pliable texture, the sound it made as I gently fucked a hole into it. The wonderful sound of flesh suctioning around my dick. And I owned it. This flesh was mine to abuse and use as I saw fit.
The best part about fucking a mound of ground beef is you can blow a load right into it, mix it back with the rest of the package, and no one's the wiser. Tacos for dinner, hamburgers for lunch.
Alas, my sexual adventure ended when I got an infection. And I learned that most men aren't all that interested in fucking girls when they are menstruating. But my experiment wasn't for naught. I still get a little hard when I drive by a Burger King and smell the beef cooking.
Anonymous48: There are actually different fruits in Pac-Man games. But they all have the same fruit, do you understand what I am saying? Because in the Pac-Man games, it has fruits. Only healthy fruits. So what Ms.Pac-Man is Holding in her hand is an apple.
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Honorable mentions to >>3293, >>489817, and both >>77958 and >>77959.
Please let us know if you find a more precise source for this image.
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1: died
2: had there birthday today
3: ????
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*Gets triggered *
Plus I'm over it this date was before He Died.
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Age:91 I hope we all reach his years.
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which i guess is fitting for feature image
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can somebody explain, maybe the pixels 2 trailer or anything
Im glad Wreck It Ralph 2 is a thing instead of a PIXELS 2.
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Goodbye Mr. Nakamura, we'll miss you.
Your contributions and importance to the medium will not be forgotten
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Oh well, can't deny it's a damn addictive game. Still, Tetris > Pac-Man/Ms Pac-Man
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Followed, inevitably, by "hold my beer, and watch this".
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meh maybe is just the white line on his eye
But the one section I always avoided during these tactile excursions was the meats. The asceptic cellophane and styrofoam packaging, the deep red color of the meats, the intercellular fluid that was apt to leak onto your hands and make them sticky. It didn't excite me at all.
Around the time I entered adolescence, I learned about menstruation. I just assumed that men got used to and even enjoyed when their girlfriends and wives had blood gushing from their genitalia. Maybe sexual attraction and arousal were acquired tastes. Tastes like you might form for coffee or beer.
And, so, I was determined to teach myself to enjoy my imagined future lover's monthly exsanguination. I started visiting the meat section.
Meat is surprisingly sexual. The pornographic red color of so much of it. The flesh that exists for your pleasure. Chicken breasts and thighs can be fondled without repercussion. Pork chops appeared much like I imagined meaty pussy lips might. Even thick-sliced ham's texture reminded me of how I imagined the inside of a vagina might feel. Slightly uneven, a bit smooth, but still rough enough to provide pleasurable rubbing friction.
I fingered the meats through their condom-like plastic protective coverings. Whole chickens with their interior cavities hollowed out, ready for stuffing. Spread eagle, gaping wide. You can't get much more sexual than that.
Packages of ground beef. The soft-textured yet viscerally red flesh play-dough. I poked holes in the packaging and fingered the horrid mix. I stuck my whole hand in a bulk package of ground beef. And I found myself extremely aroused.
I started using my spare cash to buy near-expiration packages of meat. If no one else was going to love them, I would.
Just about any of the meat products could easily be fashioned into a surrogate vagina or orifice of choice. But my favorites were the ground meats. You could mold them into anything. The first time I fucked a mound of 80/20 ground chuck, I experienced near sensory overload. The obscenely crimson color of the meat, the soft, pliable texture, the sound it made as I gently fucked a hole into it. The wonderful sound of flesh suctioning around my dick. And I owned it. This flesh was mine to abuse and use as I saw fit.
The best part about fucking a mound of ground beef is you can blow a load right into it, mix it back with the rest of the package, and no one's the wiser. Tacos for dinner, hamburgers for lunch.
Alas, my sexual adventure ended when I got an infection. And I learned that most men aren't all that interested in fucking girls when they are menstruating. But my experiment wasn't for naught. I still get a little hard when I drive by a Burger King and smell the beef cooking.
it's a banana!