Wish your favorite games were more hard-boiled? Then mash-up your favorite games with the voice and tone from the Max Payne games. Noir that shit up.

3rd June 2013

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likethefeathersofathunderbird:

Last night I was Sad Keanu.

likethefeathersofathunderbird:

Last night I was Sad Keanu.

21st May 2013

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likethefeathersofathunderbird:

anamanajewbee:

ambitiousbard:

just be grateful that bing didn’t buy tumblr

you mean microsoft.. since it’s a microsoft service.

When you have to Google something, Bing it!

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21st May 2013

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likethefeathersofathunderbird:

Mr. Rapey.

likethefeathersofathunderbird:

Mr. Rapey.

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27th June 2012

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“I knew this guy was going to get me killed. With all his god damn inventions. Strapping me into this ridiculous winged death trap, but I didn’t say no. I died back when my father and brothers did, I guess this would just make it official.”

I knew this guy was going to get me killed. With all his god damn inventions. Strapping me into this ridiculous winged death trap, but I didn’t say no. I died back when my father and brothers did, I guess this would just make it official.”

27th June 2012

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HEAVY PAYNE!

“This god damn clown was shaking me down for a dollar. I kept searching my pockets, but the wife and kids picked my bones clean before we entered this fucking mall. I kept telling the dream killer to stay put. He didn’t listen. I threw my last dollar at the clown like the whore he fucking is. I turn around and the dream killer is no where to be found. “JAY-SON!” I screamed.
No reply.
Fuck…
Father of the fucking year.”

HEAVY PAYNE!


“This god damn clown was shaking me down for a dollar. I kept searching my pockets, but the wife and kids picked my bones clean before we entered this fucking mall. I kept telling the dream killer to stay put. He didn’t listen. I threw my last dollar at the clown like the whore he fucking is. I turn around and the dream killer is no where to be found. “JAY-SON!” I screamed.

No reply.

Fuck…

Father of the fucking year.”

27th June 2012

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Then there was this clown. Clearly going through a mid-life crisis, but so was I, tracking down this fucking Tri-Force. He probably had some kind of infantile fetish. All he wants is someone to swaddle him and say everything was going to be okay. I’d tell him it would, but then again, I knew it wasn’t.

Then there was this clown. Clearly going through a mid-life crisis, but so was I, tracking down this fucking Tri-Force. He probably had some kind of infantile fetish. All he wants is someone to swaddle him and say everything was going to be okay. I’d tell him it would, but then again, I knew it wasn’t.

27th June 2012

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She was all kinds of trouble wrapped up in a pink dress. Always seemed like she was in another fucking castle. What the fuck was I doing crawling through pipes to save this girl?

She was all kinds of trouble wrapped up in a pink dress. Always seemed like she was in another fucking castle. What the fuck was I doing crawling through pipes to save this girl?

27th June 2012

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“This sword had more dents in it than my soul, but this creepy geezer said I should take it. I was so drunk on blue potion, so who was I to argue with him? It didn’t seem like a bad idea, but then again, it didn’t seem like a good one either.”

This sword had more dents in it than my soul, but this creepy geezer said I should take it. I was so drunk on blue potion, so who was I to argue with him? It didn’t seem like a bad idea, but then again, it didn’t seem like a good one either.”