being god’s personal jester is tough sometimes but i am nothing if not committed to my job

generalgrievousdatingsim:

i call this the “when you’re exploring the gothic castle that you’ve been warned to stay away from by the locals because it’s rumored to be the home of one or more vampires after dark” look

i call this the “when you’re exploring the gothic castle that you’ve been warned to stay away from by the locals because it’s rumored to be home to one or more vampires after dark” look

generalgrievousdatingsim:

nachosinponchos:

generalgrievousdatingsim:

“that sounds like a you problem” is literally one of the funniest ways to respond to criticism

“sir you’re not allowed to blast megalovania on huge speakers outside this McDonalds”

“that’s a you problem”

see what i mean

me: i don’t need to write this down i’ll remember it

me literally a minute later:

being in class is like *copies words off the board without understanding any of them* *drinks water* *looks at phone* *doesn’t know what’s going on* *zones out* *realizes 20 minutes have passed* *gets annoyed at people talking* *looks at phone* *drinks water*

you: *casts a spell to reveal my true form*

me: *becomes this*

generalgrievousdatingsim:

human brain: making people’s lives harder for no good reason is cruel and wrong

goose brain: no gods no masters no conscience no compassion. only bastard.

generalgrievousdatingsim:

untitled goose game works because if i was playing a human person i would still feel terrible for attacking people at random and stealing their possessions even though i know that neither i nor they are real, but since i’m doing all of that as my bastardsona i feel that it is not only my right but my duty to inflict as much havoc and mild vexation as possible on the unsuspecting population of NPCs

me trying not to make impulse purchases when i’m sad