Same. I never really intend to buy (or play) anything, but for a while now their emails and campaigns have been fantastic and hilarious. I can't afford not to contribute. Must be my mind virus.
I laughed, but really it'll probably arrive 1-2 years after consoles (but that felt like an eternity with GTAV). RDR2 took 1 year. RDR was said to be an impossible ^Undead Nightmare to port, but after 14 years they maybe kinda did it, baby! (We'll see...)
Why spend their own money, when they could just wait for that sweet federal money after a disaster? (While blaming the federal gov and being completely insufferable, ungrateful cunts.)
It should be law, that everyone who owns Occupy Mars memorabilia must be on the first few ships to the new colony. Billionaires will have a very special ship of course, that mysteriously vanishes and is never heard from again.
Any day now, "AI" will stop producing this garbage. They just need another trillion dollars...
They definitely don't mind killing brain cells, they know they need to grow the cult just a little bit more...
It's more about the meme and less about the beard. He's wealthy enough to look like anyone/thing he wants. But it's funny that he chooses to look and act like that, and post on Twitter all day like a loser/troll.
Fully weaponizing "his platform" to influence the election. Painting a target on his back, making more enemies by the day. (Only this time, it's not just his drug-induced paranoia.) Gambling everything, once again. Accidentally buying "the town square" was his biggest mistake.
I hope there is an October surprise of leaked health documents and articles. (Those darn hackers again!) Unless he never sees any real doctors, the ugly truth is out there somewhere. It might remind enough people that they shouldn't actually check that box for the confused, terminally angry, obese, 80 year old madman.
Amazing work. It's remarkable how much he's (proudly?) transitioned into the neckbeard meme. Severe untreated mental illness is so hot right now.
They want to like him, at least the persona they hear about. Then they're faced with the ugly reality... and must quickly retreat back to their bunker before any doubts creep in.
My cat told me I gave him autism.