He was the son of Godzilla, after all.
He was the son of Godzilla, after all.
No, but I would relish throwing you in a blender.
It’s a red bean matcha pizza and your focus is on the beans?
Doom, one of the best games of the mid 70s?
Who else here remembers late nights slaying demons to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge over Troubled Water?”
I like to imagine they always take a little pause to raise their eyebrows and tilt their head when they say “fully”.
“TO FIND IT… TO FIND IT… TO FIND IT…”
God help you if he takes his right hand out of his pocket.
I hear Lesbia is beautiful this time of year
Shiiit, man. That honky mofo messin’ mah old lady–got to be runnin’ cold upside down his head, you know?
It’s blue play-dough, we have boundaries.
You know what somebody’s going to go and do now.
Castlevania 64 was clearly an unfinished game. The first couple levels make their ambitions clear, and the rest of the game is just sort of slapped together. Legacy of Darkness added the rest of the game.
Nobody really celebrates these games. I grew up with them and can appreciate the experience they were offering, but they weren’t exactly my favorites, and I don’t feel they aged particularly well. Maybe take a look through a long play video before committing any real time to it.
I bet he’s not even a real doctor!
Ah, fuck I miss the goons, too. I still log in every couple of years or so. It’s sort of like walking down a street you used to live on. It’s all still familiar, but nothing is really the same.
I was hoping you could help me with
Conscious days, fading away
To uh oh, those possum bites