I feel like an alien stuck on the planet and I'm collecting those things in the hopes of gathering enough fuel/parts of my destroyed mothership to leave the atmosphere.
Instead of the bread, I would have wanted more space on the plate for the toppings. I put the bread in when the first one goes to build and after that, it's useless clockwork, much like the server. I would rather have the server cooking with me so that Gnocchi actually gets stirred at the right spot.I think we could handle dual window.
*leaves for about thirty minutes after ball is rolling and returns to look around*
What the, what are those really tall buildings for? Oh, skyscrapers...
I'm pretty sure if anything is riding shotgun, it should have been HIS shotgun. Otherwise, I'm wondering how he found his wife again and why she didn't scream zombie. That would have sent him back straight away.
Day 53: Today my rockets went off without me. I landed nearly head first into the water and the bet pool amounted to $226, my lowest ever on the fifty footer.
Day 58: This may be the day I make it, the day I prove to the world that pengiuns can indeed fly...