After watching a camp of bokobos kill one another I began to wonder something
Can’t y’all tell me this can y please nicely
Yes anyway is the herb with the nicest of purple powders ethical yes or no
Link finds a fish in an octorok’s remains and suddenly he becomes a zoologist, studying the beast’s intestines for signs of what it has recently eaten to better understand the ecology of the region
Once again attempting to thought-beam my father into remembering to take his radioactive marble OUT of his jeans pockets before he washes his clothes
What’s the importance of words? What is the nothingness of my meanings when I myself am a cluster of figures in a final form? Must they be beautiful? Must they rhyme? Hand me a shovel and I may dig a path to your bones. This is nothing. What kindness do you have to offer that is not equal to your hurts? The transience of our lives is equivalent to the hint of rain on the breeze. This is good. I cannot understand every small part of shining sunshine on a man unfurling leaf, but I may feel the skin of it and the warmth and know it is a wonderful undoing if it must be.
Here, in this window I am in the sunshine, in the breeze of spring- a raindrop lands on the screen and worries my view kindly- yes, here it is, this goodness, in the brief parting of clouds and the sun drifting across the rolling grass. Here, a word is a map to nowhere, and senselessly to wisdom I lay. May moss roll over me when this house falls to nothing and may the tree that grows through the wreckage be well and long lived.
Found the torso part to this and immediately went Oh Ho yes hooohooo
Thought that they had killed this game by ridding us of the Gerudo outfit, but instead they had simply flipped a page in that particular book
Getting intense flashbacks to either that lil lass the soul cairn or the silent realm, my good neighbor from the next yard down.
Watchin ma ride about on a skelehoss like it’s a little brown critter in the nether and can neither decide if it’s fascinating or putting me to sleep like a darlin mouse in a rose’s petals.
She’s supposed to be finding Robby, you see, but unfortunately she does not appear to understand cardinal directions once in a gaming situation, which is consistent and we have found no cure.
Fuck those red Little Rock golems fuck them god their footsteps sound like they’re a robber up to cut the throat of you in the realer scenario
Folks with experience in engineering and general creativity are really getting ahead of the rest of us today go tinkers go
In less exciting news, today is the day that my og (and only) joycons decided that they were going to put up momentary, unpredictable strikes pending unionization. All for that but sorry folks Amazon got some pro controllers that don’t hurt me hands like your bitty joint crunchers do
Got those funny feelings in my chest about all this
New botw almost out!! Looking forwards to doing absolutely none of the main quest until about 200 hours in!! Swear on my life if they get more food to make shit with, and it’s NOT MEANT TO BE FOOD!? IF IT’S AN UNGODLY CREATION NOT MEANT TO BE CONSUMED!? FUCK ME ACROSS THE LAWN, BOYO, I’D PAY A HUNDRED BUCKS
GOD I WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY KILL LINK IN A THOUSAND NEW WAYS FUCK
What if the lynels… can fly now?? Can I ride the flying lynel??? FUCK
IF WE. CAN FLY. I WILL CHUCK THE SWITCH OUT THE WINDOW IN A FIT OF PURE JOYOUS RAGE
Even the IDLANDS. I WANT TO DROP A THOUSAND FEET FRANTICALLY FUCK
God I can’t wait to screw up so bad with this new game. Can’t wait to fucking lose myself in the wilderness
THIS LINK WILL BE A NEW AGE UNTO THE TITLE FERAL HE WILL BE THE DEITY OF WILDERNESS AND UNGODLY KITCHEN PROWESS
-sitting on the couch
-hear something scraping and moving against the back of the couch
-think ‘oh, the cats are being bad again’
-relax
-the cats are on the couch with me
-haha oh no
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