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9 mos ago
Current Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever.
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4 yrs ago
Better yet, make a new game somehow bringing Halligan and Briggs from Limbo of the Lost together
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4 yrs ago
Baldur's Gate is my absolute jam, but I'm having trouble getting on board with 3
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5 yrs ago
"I'm bleeding, making me the victor."
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5 yrs ago
Well, I'm off to pet one or both of my cats!
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Time for some classic Power Metal up in this biatch.
Fiiiiiiiiinally!
I can't let this one go, not even if I tried.
Which I wouldn't.
Sorry it was so short, I just had to get something down.
Hopefully I can rebuild my inspiration and improve upon that.
The first thing Ray felt when he opened the door was cold.
Intense cold. It was almost tangible, like the very air had turned to physical ice. He gritted his teeth and pushed on through, standing in the foyer. It was spacious but the walls loomed over them, as though they were reaching down to grab at them.
The shutters on the windows were all open, but very little light made it through, only the sunshine from the open front door and even that had a hard time entering.
Ray was shivering, trembling, and he wanted nothing more than to run away from this place. Without thinking about it he felt behind him for Kyra's hand and grasped it whether or not she wanted to pull away or not.
He raised his shaking right hand and with a brief effort of will and concentration he called up his flame. It burned in the palm of his hand and cast flickering, orange light onto the walls.
It made him feel a little bit better.
"I can feel it," he whispered, "The cold, the darkness. I won't lie, I'm afraid...scared half to death."
As if to punctuate this declaration he squeezed Kyra's hand tighter, certain that he must be hurting her, but he could not let go.
For the first time that day, Adrian smiled. Not a grand gesture by any means, more of a twitch that happened at the corners of his mouth.
"Good," he said as he scanned the room. It was hard to see who was here, the place was poorly lit and the hunched figures shied away from the man in the suit. Hopefully the poor lighting helped to preserve any dignity and sense of authority he had left to command. On the street he would look more like them, he supposed, a pathetic waster in a cheap disguise.
Must get that haircut...
"Do you see anything? There's got to be a guy who runs this place...the guy who makes the soup...anyone."
Adrian made a move for the back, shoving and shooing anybody who approached looking for spare change or a drink. It wasn't a polite way to act, but he wasn't there to be nice. He was there to do his job.
I am totally getting there, so sorry...just been super busy.
Cool. My shit is over and done with, so I can get back into it as well


This album was so freaking good, it made me turn my attention momentarily away from the new Dream Theater album. This song in particular is a highlight.
Hey man, I am planning on posting, but from thursday until the following tuesday I'll be out of town, so there'll possibly be more delay with my post. :\
Aye, and I you.
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