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skullfudgingmotherfunkerWell, wasn’t THAT a ride and a half? Assassin battles, frustrating platforming sequences and a King Kong-sized grotesquely obese Elvis impersonator! Add to that a brand new muse (and hey, it’s my second favorite assassin at that!) and you are officially on a roll here, M! So- On to the DS games!
[J…Johnson do you have any idea how rare those are?]
Oh come on, you can’t quit now. You think you can just play the games released for those lame-stream consoles and then call yourself conqueror of Mt Nerd? Contact and Flower, Sun and Rain awaits you, man!
[But Joohnsssooon, those games are apparently nothing but exercises in masochism and trolling the player!]
Well, I guess I can accept that… I mean, if you’re okay with pulling out prematurely in the knowledge there are others out there whose achievements dwarf yours, who am I to blame you? Boatsizes and ocean-motion and all that. That people out there are bigger fans with a bigger appreciation for high art, now why would that bother you? I totally get having a complex for challenges whose girth is just too much to handl-
[Knock off the size jokes you just want me to mindlessly buy everything Grasshopper’s ever done so you can look up Liberation Maiden’s tight wet-suit.]
… You don’t know that. Maybe I want you to support those Hungarian fellows and their papercraft games and that one shmup with the time travel and the anthropomorphic animal pilots! For all you know I’m a HUGE furry who wants to… support the art… aaand that has got to be the record for realizing something sounds remarkably more convincing in your head than once it’s past your teeth.
Okay so buying a game so I can admire the Premier Bum of Japan is out the window, I can accept that, but can you at least give me one lovely lady muse to talk to in here? I can’t say I mind the company here but the thing about sausage parties is that they inevitably get way too stuffy. Heh, because you know, sausages are stuffed full of various left-overs, and it’s a double entendre for… right, right, shutting up now because you’re such a bastion of good taste. G would’ve laughed…
[J…Johnson do you have any idea how rare those are?]
Oh come on, you can’t quit now. You think you can just play the games released for those lame-stream consoles and then call yourself conqueror of Mt Nerd? Contact and Flower, Sun and Rain awaits you, man!
[But Joohnsssooon, those games are apparently nothing but exercises in masochism and trolling the player!]
Well, I guess I can accept that… I mean, if you’re okay with pulling out prematurely in the knowledge there are others out there whose achievements dwarf yours, who am I to blame you? Boatsizes and ocean-motion and all that. That people out there are bigger fans with a bigger appreciation for high art, now why would that bother you? I totally get having a complex for challenges whose girth is just too much to handl-
[Knock off the size jokes you just want me to mindlessly buy everything Grasshopper’s ever done so you can look up Liberation Maiden’s tight wet-suit.]
… You don’t know that. Maybe I want you to support those Hungarian fellows and their papercraft games and that one shmup with the time travel and the anthropomorphic animal pilots! For all you know I’m a HUGE furry who wants to… support the art… aaand that has got to be the record for realizing something sounds remarkably more convincing in your head than once it’s past your teeth.
Okay so buying a game so I can admire the Premier Bum of Japan is out the window, I can accept that, but can you at least give me one lovely lady muse to talk to in here? I can’t say I mind the company here but the thing about sausage parties is that they inevitably get way too stuffy. Heh, because you know, sausages are stuffed full of various left-overs, and it’s a double entendre for… right, right, shutting up now because you’re such a bastion of good taste. G would’ve laughed…
