Jon Blyth
@disappointment.bsky.social
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But you can call me Log. I run a lovely inclusive pub in Nottingham and do an absolutely gorgeous podcast called Regular Features with my friends.Wrote about video games for a bit. Caught whiff of a BAFTA for Big Ron. G with the LBTQ+
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They’re very weird about horse girl members, I’ll say that much
I loved going in the caterpillar too. Extremely mild claustrophobia made it genuinely exciting. I think the only thing more exciting would be having my brother shout “I’m going to kiiiilll yoooouu” into it then crawling in to get me
I would buy a Taschen book of these
Ed you are really making me do thinks over here
There’s too many corners, you would be in complete darkness

This is disastrous
FUCK OFF THATS FAR TOO LONG TO CRAWL THROUGH

I would give up and start screaming
Morbidly interested in that caterpillars arse tbh. Wouldn't look away
I know right! So mechanically gentle. Like getting your feet kissed by a vice
There was a Wimpy nearby if that helps, and a small mechanical monkey that endlessly flipped over a metal bar in the window of Clark's Shoes. As if going on the foot measuring machine wasn't reason enough to drag your parents in there!!
This shopping mall attraction was hollow. You could climb inside it and reach the head, only to find out that someone else was now inside. You were trapped, at the whim of a gurgling buffoon child, newly fed by their mother into the anus of a wooden caterpillar. Of course these days its all tiktoks
A long wooden caterpillar, around 6 metres long and less than a metre high, in a photo that absolutely stinks of the 70s. Two children in checked winter wear are riding it, but the real action is at the back: an adult is peering into the hollow anus of the caterpillar, presumably after feeding their child into it. There is no exit from the head. Unpictured: me, at the head, silently screaming, and rapidly learning claustrophobia
She’s so graceful when other dogs come up asking for an autograph
Two dogs on a playing field. On the right is my mums Labradoodle, looking directly at the camera, tail in the air, and a front paw resting on a football like she’s doing fancy footwork. On the left is a beige poodle cross asking for her autograph because she’s so nice and lovely
That shit was written by horses
Is horsepower like body iq for horses. if you are a horse and you have 1.5 horsepower can you join horse body Mensa. Asking for a big horse
What, this paint? *pats open tub of Ronseal one coat*
I’m using the shed. Dipping it in paint and using it to impress shed patterns on a skyscraper
Which will soon include the things I used to paint it. Fully sustainable
I’m going to paint a shed today. Can’t wait to pat that son of a gun on the roof and say “she’s ready to go”
Cream of mushroom and white lasagne? I’m curious, but not curious enough
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WAIT WHAT'S THIS?

💿There is a demo live for EARTH MUST DIE!

🕹️This gives you (most of) the tutorial section for the game! Have fun, and if you haven't wishlisted the full game yet DO THAT NOW PLEASE it really really helps us out.

Enjoy!

store.steampowered.com/app/4057540/...
Earth Must Die Demo on Steam
These moronic Terranoids think they can just roll in here and take over my beautiful Tyrythian kingdom? The kingdom that I built from the ground up with my bare hands, and only sort of inherited from ...
store.steampowered.com
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With all that stamping he does, he should be called Michael Philately!
Unless you’re some kind of puritanical fun-averse doofus, buy all of Size Five’s stuff and do everything else Dan says here. He’s mint, the games are funny and fantastic, and I’ve never been paid more promptly for any work I’ve done
I’ve stopped slamming my front door, because it makes a big spider pop down to check his web and I’m sick of apologising to him
That was supposed to be subtle italics, now I look like a dipshit who doesn’t trust his readers
For the dist_unguis_hed customer
If they get to know you, you might be invited into the back room, where there is a wall peppered with tiny glory holes, through which dozens of beckoning fingers invite you to nibble straight from the vine