Somebody broke into my truck over the weekend. They took a pair of headphones that I paid a lot of money for. I'm not that upset about them. They also took a pair of sunglasses that I didn't pay anything for. They were a gift from my brother. I'm furious about this.
If you seen anybody wearing a pair of these in public with the paint chipped off the rivets on one side, shoot them first and ask questions later.
Figures that Hitler would play FPS titles on a console. No wonder the man was so frustrated.
"The PS3 is a total disaster on so many levels, I think It's really clear that Sony lost track of what customers and what developers wanted. I'd say, even at this late date, they should just cancel it and do a do over. Just say, 'This was a horrible disaster and we're sorry and we're going to stop selling this and stop trying to convince people to develop for it'."
Gabe Newell allegedly possesses a unique weapon in TF2: the Level 9001 Mallet of Banishment, aka Banhammer. Supposedly, this weapon perma-bans the steam account of anyone killed with it, and is used as a humorous solution to cases of particularly extreme abuse / cheating.
Sounds like the sort of thing that might be an urban legend, or might be true.
That is really, seriously screwing with my brain. I've never had a very good intuitive sense of multidimensional spatial perception, and that's just breaking me.
I mean, logically it makes sense. There is no "inner space" behind the portals, they merely reflect one surface onto another. So the stick man is going to be crushed by himself.
The part of my brain that allows me to visualize such things, however, rejects this.
Don't attempt to perceive the unimaginable from the third person perspective given to you by this graphic; instead, attempt to perceive the portal tragedy from the first person perspective. Imagine staring through the orange portal and seeing your *** as the two portals slowly merged.
You first marvel at the fact that you are getting closer to yourself without moving, eventually you think: "I bet I can kick my *** from here" - then, you swing and make contact with the "you" in front of you at the exact moment as you are surprised by the fact that the "you" standing directly behind you, which you hadn't perceived as a threat until that very instance, just kicked you in the ***. As you feel your *** kicked, you are pushed forward, while simultaneously you are pushed backwards by the leg you just extended in front of you. Your knee bends farther than you had expected it to.
At this exact moment, you understand that the "you" in front of you and the "you" behind you are converging on you twice as fast as you had originally thought, and running to either the left or the right was made futile just a moment before by the fact that the steel plates will trap you before you can make an escape to either side. In the panic, you decide to try your luck fitting between two much more squishy "yous" than to be crushed by the converging steel plates, a decision made in vain, as the portals do not actually create space, merely the illusion of it, and there is exactly as much room between the two moon-dust-coated steel plates with linked portals as there would be between two otherwise identical bare steel plates. Game over.