Yeah, I kinda watched some E3 trailers, and I'm probably a bit late, but I don't give a damn. These are my personal games that I want to play REALLY bad now, and, hopefully, they're not terrible games that leave me with disappointment. Let's get this started.
#5 Farcry 5
Everything bad about this site, from horrible comedy to sex to gore. All of it stuffed into the disgusting package. That's surprising getting a lot of traffic in its short time online. Head of to the story and give it some love, some comments, and some likes. Right now it's simply a one shot, but I might expand on it if rating go well.
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Here's a crackfic crossover idea for someone: the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, in which instead of being conscripted by the Creator to save the Land from Lord Foul the Despiser, he's conscripted by Discord to save Equestria from Tirek the Annihilator. Worst-dispositioned HiE protagonist ever, amirite?
Anyone connected with the world of High Energy Particle Physics, or anyone who reads lots of popular science articles, may have picked up the news that something interesting has been seen at CERN. Maybe.
With a pairing of these two for my Jinglemas story this year, it took quite the restraint to avoid making the obvious pun in the story*: a pun so obvious, the show put it in a Season 1 episode written before Berry Punch had even been designed as a background pony. Light spoilers below for the story, of course; read at your own discretion.
RAINBOW DASH:"Heh, looking back at this, Twilight, you might say that you needed help learning how to train your dragon!"
TWILIGHT: "Oh, sweet Celestia, reverse my alicornhood and kill me now..."
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DATELINE: the American Midwest. An innocent man struggles to find parking in Local Biggish City, child in tow, wife waiting at home--and all feeling desperate. Back home, the fridge is empty, save for leftovers of dubious vintage; and the pantry is that curious mix of stuffed-to-the-gills yet containing absolutely nothing. To make matters worse, he is ill, and has taken to wearing one of those uncomfortable blue mask thingies for the good of his fellow man.