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STATUS: Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever. 9 mos ago
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Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever.
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Better yet, make a new game somehow bringing Halligan and Briggs from Limbo of the Lost together
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Baldur's Gate is my absolute jam, but I'm having trouble getting on board with 3
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"I'm bleeding, making me the victor."
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This is slightly off your topic, and I apologise in advance. I don't even have the game, nor an Xbox for the matter.
I just want to know what the extent of co-op in Dark Souls is. Is it purely just for boss fights or can you co-op the whole game?
I just want to know what the extent of co-op in Dark Souls is. Is it purely just for boss fights or can you co-op the whole game?
First got into these guys at about thirteen years old. Went ages not listening to them. Totally forgot how much ass they kick.
"Nobody else here knew me before today. There was nothing to keep secret."
She knew who he was, that was certain now. His face still only tugged at his memories, but he was sure of her too. He felt a sick feeling deep in the pit of his stomach at the thought of Charlotte and Jake finding out. They seemed like good people, they had treated him well enough. Quinn had been running from his past for three whole years, do everything he could to atone for sins he could never absolved. His best efforts would fall short in the end, this he knew. Still, he tried and strived to be better. If he could reclaim a single shred of the man he was before all this, maybe...just maybe it was enough to die with.
"That isn't who I am anymore. They left me with this to remind me everyday," Quinn said, pointing a finger at his face and moving closer into the light for her to see.
She knew who he was, that was certain now. His face still only tugged at his memories, but he was sure of her too. He felt a sick feeling deep in the pit of his stomach at the thought of Charlotte and Jake finding out. They seemed like good people, they had treated him well enough. Quinn had been running from his past for three whole years, do everything he could to atone for sins he could never absolved. His best efforts would fall short in the end, this he knew. Still, he tried and strived to be better. If he could reclaim a single shred of the man he was before all this, maybe...just maybe it was enough to die with.
"That isn't who I am anymore. They left me with this to remind me everyday," Quinn said, pointing a finger at his face and moving closer into the light for her to see.
I've come to the resigned conclusion that I'm afraid of death. Not a sudden death, or a violent death so much, but a totally lucid death-bed scenario. Where I know it's coming and I'll be awake to feel myself slip away.
How am I supposed to know my life was good enough to comfortably end where it is at that particular point? I'm sure inevitability gives some richer perspective, but I haven't the benefit of hindsight on this point.
Also, I realized today how shit scared I am of falling back into the bowels of my past depression. It was so hard to claw my way out of, but I feel like it's always on the fringes. The constant conflict of apathy, malaise, doubt, anxiety, desperation and loneliness were the source of three incredibly hard years for me. Years that taught me a lot about myself, and made me a much stronger, more patient and compassionate person, but ones I hope never to repeat again because they were hell.
I mean, everything else is just your run of the mill. I'm pretty sure I'd shit myself involuntarily at the sight of a charging grizzly bear. Heights I don't much care for. I'm afraid of bumps in the night too. But most fears are totally natural, and motivate the majority of our decisions in life. So I don't much worry about them. But the two above, those are the ones that can keep me up at night.
How am I supposed to know my life was good enough to comfortably end where it is at that particular point? I'm sure inevitability gives some richer perspective, but I haven't the benefit of hindsight on this point.
Also, I realized today how shit scared I am of falling back into the bowels of my past depression. It was so hard to claw my way out of, but I feel like it's always on the fringes. The constant conflict of apathy, malaise, doubt, anxiety, desperation and loneliness were the source of three incredibly hard years for me. Years that taught me a lot about myself, and made me a much stronger, more patient and compassionate person, but ones I hope never to repeat again because they were hell.
I mean, everything else is just your run of the mill. I'm pretty sure I'd shit myself involuntarily at the sight of a charging grizzly bear. Heights I don't much care for. I'm afraid of bumps in the night too. But most fears are totally natural, and motivate the majority of our decisions in life. So I don't much worry about them. But the two above, those are the ones that can keep me up at night.
Baroness are pure brilliance. One of the most original and exciting rock bands of today.
After an agonizing wait for Purple (first single releases in August, album doesn't come out until December!), it blew my mind and my expectations right away.
After an agonizing wait for Purple (first single releases in August, album doesn't come out until December!), it blew my mind and my expectations right away.
The thought nagged at him, and he was sickeningly sure that it was her. He kept his face impassive, his voice calm. He was inviting a potentially volatile solution to jeopardize their relative safety.
Still, it needed to be addressed, and they had both gone too far to stop now.
"There's nobody else here, Alyssa. Better get it out in the open now."
He felt bile rise in his throat. If it was her...god above. The things Quinn had done. Unforgivable things. He forced himself to remain calm, but his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
You're not one of them anymore. You're not. You're not. You're not.
Still, it needed to be addressed, and they had both gone too far to stop now.
"There's nobody else here, Alyssa. Better get it out in the open now."
He felt bile rise in his throat. If it was her...god above. The things Quinn had done. Unforgivable things. He forced himself to remain calm, but his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
You're not one of them anymore. You're not. You're not. You're not.
This is just one of the many fine examples of why Neil Peart is my favourite lyricist.
Quinn let silence settle in the room for a moment, before addressing what was bothering him.
"Been giving me that look a long while. Something on your mind?" He turned and glanced at Alyssa, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. It wasn't his intention at all to call her out, and he kept his tone as even as possible to avoid an argument.
He was no stranger to weird looks when he went into towns or settlements, but most folks got the picture quick enough and just let him be. Alyssa however, hadn't been able to keep her suspicion (or disdain, perhaps) off her face. Quinn would sleep better knowing he wasn't going to get a knife across his throat.
"Been giving me that look a long while. Something on your mind?" He turned and glanced at Alyssa, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. It wasn't his intention at all to call her out, and he kept his tone as even as possible to avoid an argument.
He was no stranger to weird looks when he went into towns or settlements, but most folks got the picture quick enough and just let him be. Alyssa however, hadn't been able to keep her suspicion (or disdain, perhaps) off her face. Quinn would sleep better knowing he wasn't going to get a knife across his throat.
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