Drunk 3 Cups Of Camomile Tea, Reorganised As Many Shelves As Possible, Priced A Whole Box Of Space Invaders

I know I'm restricting myself by being a ride or die rpg maker person but why must every game idea I have involve bending the engine in ways unintended originally and frankensteining plugins to make these ideas real

I write this lying in bed and feeling the weight of my drowsiness. Turns out sometimes all a guy needs for peace of mind is the last slice of rhubarb crumble and a big cup of tea at 3am. Catharsis is a joke and I have conquered it.

My Rant About Ensemble Casts

Ok so basically I hate shows that have massive ensemble casts that never get used. It infuriates me to see shows and stories introduce 10 or 20 different characters and their unique traits and then proceed to not elaborate on any facet of their personality. What makes it worse is its not hard to do right its just writers are too lazy or forget to properly explore their characters and that makes it worse. Stuff like My Hero Academia are the perfect example of this flaw with them introducing a slew a characters and then proceeding to swiftly move on and focus on the same core group the entire time. This wouldn't be an issue if they hadn't set up these characters to be interesting and unique to begin with, its just awful that we are teased with the promise of growth for this characters and then shot in the fucking back when the writer just goes "Oopsie oh well guess we won't be hearing from them again until I need a background character to be plot relevant.". There are shows and series that do this well such as things like Kengan Ashura but due to low popularity and a not so decent anime adaptation they never see the light of day in the west except for in small circles of loser nerds like myself. This disparity shown between quality and popularity is so egregious in 90% of cases and I fucking can't with this shit anymore. I just want the cool shit I like that is better in everyway to get the respect and notoriety it deserves rather than being in the shadow of poorly written works.

My body is a machine and it's this one

BECAUSE IT FUCKING HATES ME

I'm a massive loser who can't draw for shit but things like this MTG card make me love art more and more. Not only is it's sleek, angular aesthetic extremely visually appealing and an interesting interpretation of angelic imagery but the way the joints leak that warm heavenly light really feeds into that feel of beyond understanding and beyond our creation. Also mechanically the card uses prototype a card mechanic I quite like as mana flexibility is very useful and let's me play it early or hold it for a larger payoff. The hidden upside to this card is it being a white cost creature for prototype so I can play it in my shitty Elesh Norn commander deck and it's clean art fits phyrexian themes quite well. I'm a simp for the junji ito art.

I MADE THE GUN FUCKING WORK AHHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!! YESSSS!!!!!! IT FINALLY DOES WHAT IT NEEDS TOOOO!!!!

I refuse to sleep tonight

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I found it at first when I was but a boy. This gnawing little beast inside all of my senses, the occasional brush against my arm, something shifting out of the corner of my eye, a smell I never recognized, sounds that no one else heard and a taste of something so wonderful and yet disgusting I felt like crying. This was the it. It wanted my senses. It wanted to feel through me. It never told me why but I knew it wanted me. The closer we got the less I felt. Every time I drew on it it took more and more from me, until it let me take from others. I have seen through the eyes of many. I witnessed many things, including myself jabbing a shovel into their abdomen. I started to take the parts. It wanted them. It let me replace my own. My eyes are now two different colours. My tongue is split into 3 section where I have sown on new taste buds. Each of my fingers is of a different skin, one of them even being tattooed. I hear the sounds no one else can and can draw out the faintest breaths in a loud room. I can no longer enjoy food without nose plugs if it is not the freshest that it is, each twinge of rot hits my brain like a needle. I can feel it all and when I am complete, when my metamorphosis has reached its finale I will finally be absorbed into my surroundings and I and it shall share each others space, we will be one and the same. I will be happy.

I may have my title fight with a random Internet Lesbian soon I have read up on them and I may have a tough time

THEY CAN FUCKING THROW DOWN!!!