Despite being one of the most successful games released by Remedy Entertainment, Alan Wake II still hasn't recouped its expenses, according to a new financial report.

Financial statement https://investors.remedygames.com/app/uploads/2024/04/remedy-q1-2024-business-review.pdf

Remedy Entertainment confirmed how the second entry in the series, which sold 1.3 million copies as of this February, still hasn't recouped development and marketing costs.

They've recently said on their investor call:

“That's a speculation we cannot do. At the moment AW2 is on EGS, we hope PC g*mers find it there"

>sell your soul to Epicoal Games and the Chinkocracy of Tenshit

>greenlight sequel to literally who niche eurojank horror game from over a decade ago

>gain no profits

!g*mers

@MoonMetropolis

Lore: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joshua_Ryne_Goldberg

Joshua Ryne Goldberg (born May 14, 1995) is an American internet troll,[1] convicted of attempting a bombing on the 14th anniversary of the September 11 attacks[2] while posing as an Islamic terrorist affiliated with ISIS.[3][4][5]

Goldberg had many online identities and spent virtually all of his time on the internet.[7] In addition to promoting terrorism, he made thousands of troll posts advocating for liberal feminism, neo-Nazism, and other ideologies.

Proofs: https://twitter.com/MoonMetropolis/status/1785377421241291054

Credit to @Patsy for xeeting him

Update:

In case you all were wondering, /r/drama's description of me as looking like "Post Malone if the amount of weed consumed was estrogen" no longer stands. I now bear zero resemblance to any of the pictures that exist of me. In prison, I shaved my head bald and started working out.

!oldstrags !dramatards

Four people stabbed and slashed by a man carrying a samurai sword in Hainault station in Redbridge Essex this morning.

Some reports are saying the attacker is 15 years old.

Not a chance. pic.twitter.com/JRIdoP5llj

— Tommy Robinson 🇬🇧 (@TRobinsonNewEra) April 30, 2024

Location:

Unfortunately it was a white guy or the memes would be excellent

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/live/uk-england-london-68926446

https://twitter.com/MPSRedbridge/status/1785226912924635540

https://twitter.com/Dimerz100/status/1785203679160582253

https://old.reddit.com/r/unitedkingdom/comments/1cgnk7c/london_tube_station_closed_after_serious_police/?sort=controversial

Absolutely insane footage of the NYPD entering Columbia University. It’s endless. pic.twitter.com/6zc3Pji0Lz

— Read Let This Radicalize You (@JoshuaPHilll) May 1, 2024

More videos:

BREAKING: NYPD officer at Columbia University texting “thought we fricking shot someone” while on campus outside of Hind Hall. #cu4palestine

https://twitter.com/columbiasjp/status/1785505088313671764

SWAT AND SRG HAVE INVADED COLUMBIA'S CAMPUS AND ARE ENTERING HIND'S HALL. THEY HAVE FORCED OUT ALL PRESS TO PREVENT RECORDINGS OF THEIR BRUTALITY.

https://twitter.com/nationalsjp/status/1785482293542301804

BACK IT UP

Columbia student protesters throw tantrums as they're arrested. Embarrassing.

https://twitter.com/stillgray/status/1785496581556556265

Protesters should have crunked it, that kills the police

Video of arrested students at Columbia. University from the vantage point of John Jay, where students and press have been BARRICADED INTO THE BUILDING. DISCLOSE, DIVEST, WE WILL NOT STOP WE WILL NOT REST.

https://twitter.com/columbiasjp/status/1785487022431367345

I heard explode at first

police bringing the big guns

https://twitter.com/jacksonhinklle/status/1785510179972293048

another video of the police using said big guns: https://twitter.com/krassenstein/status/1785490165336797454

Atención. La policía de Nueva York acaba de arrestar a los militantes del grupo terrorista Hamas que tenían tomada a la Universidad de Columbia. Entre los detenidos se encuentra la esposa de Sami Al-Arian, un terrorista de alto nivel, miembro de la YIP.

https://twitter.com/agusantonetti/status/1785493296183222370

I just realized so many people are larping as hamas

Tonight the NYPD repeatedly entered Columbia spaces with their guns drawn to confront unarmed students.

https://twitter.com/joshuaphilll/status/1785514225508745383

They've been waiting for this day

Anti-Israel protesters barricaded inside Columbia University set to be imminently arrested as police corner them and refuse to let them leave. One student moans “It's finals! Can I go home?”

https://twitter.com/olilondontv/status/1785494728751902880

The duality of the protesters

And another “incident”.

A 14-year-old boy has died and four others were hospitalized after this man attacked them with a Samurai-style blade in London earlier today. pic.twitter.com/vWqQeR0Igc

— Eva Vlaardingerbroek (@EvaVlaar) April 30, 2024

What race does this man look like?

Are all chuds blind?

Which is?

These people are?

Beautiful

Chuds are not sending their best Or are they

P.S. trauma survivors poison the well. Kill the male feminist, kill the victims.

disbanding UCPD, and ceasing new construction projects on the South Side.

— Eman Abdelhadi (@emanabdelhadi) April 29, 2024

@FrozenChosen !chiraqis

porn starts after the * * *

We all hear the familiar security chime and the door swing open. I perk up, quickly set down the ladle and briskly walk—no, almost run—to the door. I throw my arms around William and bury my face in his chest.

“Hi, honey,” he says. I can feel and hear the vibrations of his voice in his chest.

“Hi baby,” I say. He brings his hand around my head and runs his fingers through a thin lock of my hair that managed to escape my bun. “I made chicken marsala, your favorite!” I tell him.

He lets out a soft chuckle, and we come to the table with the two kids.

“Mom, I'm hungry,” Johnny says.

“Now that Dad's home, we can eat. Boys, go serve yourselves. And Johnny, help your little brother out.”

“Okay,” Johnny says to me. He gets up out of his seat and walks over to Kelvin, who's reading a picture book about cars and trucks. “Kelvin, put that away now, we're going to eat dinner now.”

“Okay,” Kelvin says in his cute little voice. William and I have a beat of shared happiness watching our little Johnny helping out his brother.

Johnny goes to the stovetop and serves himself. Kelvin obediently stands behind his older brother, watching his every move. Johnny turns to him and serves him, though probably a little too much for his smaller stomach. My husband and I follow behind, serve ourselves food, and when we're all sitting down, we say grace and dig in.

I finish wiping down the countertop. The boys are in bed and William is showering after a long day's work. After putting away the leftovers and closing the fridge door, my eye is drawn to a family picture held under a magnet. I take the picture off of the fridge door and smile. It's a picture with me, my husband, and our two kids, taken a year or two ago by my sister while our family was playing at the local park. I love it so much because of the genuine joy on all of our faces, and because of my pride in the family that I have built. My hand feels the growing bump in my stomach, and I know that the picture will be outdated soon.

William steps out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet with steam billowing out of the open door. Almost instinctually, I perk up out of bed and bite my upper lip seeing his body like that, only obscured by a small towel. He smirks and starts running his hands through my hair, and I let out some kind of instinctual sound that I can't quite describe. William presses my face against his towel, his peepee throbbing underneath. I can smell his pheromones through it.

He lets go of the towel and it falls to the floor. His peepee flops onto my face, and I instinctually start sucking. He palms the top of my head with his hand, pushing my head towards and back, towards and back again. From so much experience, my gag reflex has been completely disintegrated. His peepee moves back and forth in my mouth, inching farther and farther back in my throat every time. It feel so good to feel and taste every square inch of his peepee filling my mouth and throat. His imposing figure—as seen from down where my eyes are—only makes me hornier.

Eventually I need to take a breath. I push back, and William's hand seems reluctant, but it lets go. I gasp. I grab his peepee, ready to keep sucking but William has other plans. He scoops me up and throws me on the bed, turns me around so that I'm laying on my back and my kitty is facing him. He grabs the waistband of my leggings and my panties and tries to take them off, but the leggings end up inside out, still snugly attached around my ankles.

“Stupid woman,” he says to me. “Why wouldn't you be ready for me?”

I giggle, say sorry, and kick my legs up to finish taking them off. As soon as they're off, he grabs me by my waist and brings me closer to them so my kitty is flush with the edge of the bed, and he goes inside. His hands on my waist, he pulls me into him and thrusts into me. My heart absolutely pounding, butterflies swarming about from pure love, I let out an involuntary moan, trying to keep quiet for the kids.

He thrusts into me more and more. He's so horny that I can feel his rapid heartrate beating through his peepee. Every bit of warmth he transfers to me, every inch he thrusts—it fuels my absolute desire for him, for him alone and no one else. I let out another sound, this one a deliberate release of my pent-up joy.

His right hand grows curious and moves its way up my chest under my shirt. He rolls my shirt up and grabs my breast as he fricks me. I make eye contact with him and smile, and then in pleasure I bite my upper lip. His breathing is heavy and labored.

He goes harder, his hip bones smashing harder and harder into mine. “Mmmmmmm~!” I say, my upper lip still bit. I wrap my legs around him, feeling what I can of his musculature with my thighs and the sides of my legs. He puts his hand on around my throat, and presses his thumb against my trachea. He lets out a soft grunt under his increasingly labored breaths.

I can feel in the rhythm of his thrusts and redness of his face that he's about to c*m. I wrap my legs around him and pull him close into me. As he exhales an exhilarated “Frick” under his breath, I feel the c*m squirt out of his peepee and into me. I moan now and c*m too.

He breathes heavily, exhausted. He kisses me and the baby in my stomach and then flops down to me. I lay my head on his chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair a few times. We fall asleep like this.

i wrote this myself. it is an extremely personal fantasy that feels almost strange to share online.

the most painful part about all of this is that this (or something close to it) is a reality for many women. it's just that God decided to curse me for some reason and now i am forced to be an onlooker to the life which i so desperately want to live. i believe that people are wired to want to live a certain way, so some women want to start families with their husbands in the suburbs, and others don't and would rather live in a lesbian relationship in the city. i dont have anything against the latter, its just that i have been cursed to be wired for the former. and it is thus that the life that i was made for only exists in my head.

i seriously think about killing myself everyday, maybe then i'll have a chance to be reborn as a woman, or at least be dead and not have to live through this.

Just looking for new tips. My sleep cycle is fricking wack. It's all over the place. Like does warm milk actually work? I already try asmr, not thinking, heavy blankets, etc. It's like 1am so bored. Ran out of posts to upvote. Pic is Chrono Cross.

a very small influencer married into a billionaire family and i am absolutely dying over her demanding this insta handle pic.twitter.com/5asl0O2Vjr

— erb (@bentleyliz2) April 30, 2024

you claimed a username that is not your full name, which is a violation of instagram TOS and and US law. enjoy prison.

!foidmoment

https://sports.yahoo.com/royal--longest-hole-open-124144892.html

>Royal will have the longest hole in Open history when the Ayrshire links plays host to the 152nd championship in July.

>The sixth hole will measure 623 yards - 22 more than it did when staged the 2016 Open - when it hosts the battle for the Claret Jug from 18-21 July.

GET READY FOR CHAZ 2: CHAZ HARDER

Will we see the mysterious lynchings that we've come to expect whenever rich yts declare a cop-free autonomous zone? Only time will tell!

Dalke printed out top secret documents, and after leaving, he offered to sell them for $85,000 to an individual he believed was a Russian agent

For 85k why not just fricking go to work instead? I'm the laziest person in the world and even I'm not this pathetic.

Amazing poster encouraging Japanese to emigrate to Brazil. Almost 250k would make the voyage from 1908 to 1984, making it the largest diaspora outside Japan pic.twitter.com/nkIbi56BW9

— Brian Winter (@BrazilBrian) April 30, 2024

!macacos