MechaGrima

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh...

JUST ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL

Not if you're talking about the character from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Then they're all just ɛ

malloc

Tell me that isn't the name of a demon.

Casually wields Sothis's spinal column

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.

At first, in that light, I couldn't tell if their eyes had pupils, but I realized they did. IMO it would make the orange cat and blue bear scarier if instead of pinprick pupils they just had full-white eyes. Pretty scary as-is, though. 👍

"I'm Edelgard von Hresvelg, and I approve this message."

Here's a little existential horror story to tell an elf:

When you stand in that presentation hall alongside the galaxy's greatest scientists as they unveil the discovery of the first Black Dwarf Star, you will feel that existential dread begin to mount in your soul. The universe's first gray hair signals what you already know, but up until now, have done your best to ignore: you will outlive everything.

Aeons will pass, and you will watch as humanity stretches thin and wide across an evaporating cosmos. In those final moments aboard the station orbiting the last known black hole, as the Habitat Control System's voice coldly announces that the relativistic generators have run low on fuel, the mortals around you will accept their end with heartfelt, tearful goodbyes. That is their way. There once was a time you would have pitied them. Now, you envy them.

You envy them, even as the gravitational suspension array fails, and the sudden change in pressure from the ruptured hull of the last colony, buckling under its own gravity, ejects you and your crew into the faint glow of a faded accretion disc. The ethereal fire of matter and energy scorches your very being, as you spiral into the abyss.

You lose track of time as you sink into the singularity, somehow still alive. After what could just as easily have been an instant as an eternity, the heat returns in a final burst of Hawking Radiation, before you are exiled into the void of Heat Death, for the rest of eternity.

".........439059104575727262464195387 bottles of beer on the wall, (Graham's Number) bottles of beer..."

You can't remember what any of those words mean any more.

do not refer to me

...And that's what we programmers call a memory leak!

low_poly_truck.obj

We're misaligned with the template on the "20". Might be worth whiting out the misaligned "20" just so we don't get confused.

EDIT: It's mostly fixed now, it looks like we were working with a rough outline someone made on the template, likely just to establish territory. Should be fine to just correct the shading. Now, something's covering part of the d20, but it's still recognizable, so might as well let that be...