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Rose Thorne @lemm.ee
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Sometimes you need to throw your players off their feet
  • If you drop the first, I'd honestly say try 2, it was a step up, and after that, anything up until the Wii U one(Maiden of the Black Water) is pretty solid.

    Just be aware that after 2 until that Wii U one, it's all Japanese vocals, afaik. The series stopped getting translated for awhile.

    EDIT: Both at work and stoned, forget the title, remembered it, fixed. It's the fifth game.

  • Sometimes you need to throw your players off their feet
  • Which one you looking to try?

    If you're starting from the beginning, it's clunky. The controls, the pacing, the acting. It's all very dated feeling by today's standards, but the story is genuinely worth playing, and the scares are still damn good.

  • Cursed with two legs
  • Well, if we're going off of classical depictions of the species in question, that isn't too hard.

    But now don't think about the minotaur jerking it over a clutch of mermaid eggs.

  • Groceries are expensive. What kind of lesson is this monster teaching?!
  • No, he's a poor man locked into a ravenous addiction. He no longer even truly enjoys the cookies, merely the sensation they bring, the ghost of that first bite.

    Look at how he reacts, the nigh berserker focus on the consumption, or at least destruction, of any cookie brought into his presence.

    It is not Cookie who is the monster, but those who have kept feeding his broken will, bringing him ever more. Look what they do! Parade him out, knowing a plateful lays in wait! Planted for their amusement! And he knows, but what other choice is there left? They've taken everything. Everything but the sweet sweet cookies.

  • New anti domestic violence slogan just dropped
  • The packaging gives me minor anxiety, but that might have something to do with the nights of having to stock these.

    There's something just slightly creepy about these bags when it's 2 in the morning and you're staring at a row of 5 of them. You swear you keep finding new details, and you don't quite know if the job is just driving you insane, or if the bags are just that obnoxiously loud.

  • There Was A House

    There once was a house,

    In which you were allowed to play.

    To rest,

    To lay,

    To love,

    You were forever welcomed within its halls.

    There was a house,

    And there were many locked doors,

    But you were okay,

    Helping the owner open them.

    There was a house,

    And behind one of those doors,

    Was found a rose,

    Wilting,

    Dying,

    Under a glass dome.

    There was a house,

    And the owner wanted to renovate

    Not much to the outside,

    But the rooms they had found,

    They had so much more.

    There was a house,

    And when you came,

    It was with fear,

    For you did not see

    What the house wanted to be.

    You tried to not let it show,

    To buy materials to help

    To give advice where you could,

    But could not hide the quiet.

    There was a house,

    But you began going to others,

    And when you came,

    You told the house how lovely they were.

    You spoke of their wallpaper, their carpets, of how everything works so well.

    As you stood on everything new,

    Using the old words for me.

    There was a house,

    Now it is less

    A strewn mass of rubble,

    That you skip happily down.

    Running your hands down faded walls,

    You pay lip service,

    As you pass the rose,

    part of the centerpiece of what this house was to be.

    You never see the roots,

    As they climb down the table,

    Wrap around all around them,

    Pull everything tighter,

    Together.

    You complain as you prick your finger,

    Dancing down the thorns,

    How dare this house hurt you?

    There was a house,

    And the echoes still ring down the halls,

    Of the name you call.

    Those echoes fill every room,

    Surround all that you claim to hold dear,

    Because you can’t see,

    That Rose is also here.

    There was a house,

    But there is a garden now.

    I wish you could see it,

    To call it beautiful,

    To lay among the flowers,

    To call their petals soft.

    There is a garden,

    But that does not mean the house has gone away.

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    Found these three out in the wild

    Came across these three Bandai Quick model kits while out and about. They looked adorable, so they came home and got built.

    Honestly great for beginners/kids! Pieces pop out of the frame easily, they're fairly easy to click together, and decently solid for snap-togethers. You can at least pick them up without everything falling apart, though Mew is finicky about staying upright in its stand. Young kids would probably need help with the stickers, and maybe with getting the eye pieces slotted into place.

    Going to keep my eyes out for the rest of the line, now.

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    Localized entirely within your rule

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    My wife surprised me with the two-piece Mothman and the NB placard she found at an event as an early birthday present! She got me the trans heart last year.

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