There Is A Certain Part In My Brain That Goes Ham Over A Really Good Name.

There is a certain part in my brain that goes ham over a really good name.

I’m imagining a Pikmin themed DND adventure and I came up with a lava-covered ash tree forest and I named it…

THE MAGMATIC ASHLANDS.

GOD ILL NEVER GET OVER HOW FUCKING GOOD IT SOUNDS IT ROLLS RIGHT OFF THE TONGUE AND SOUNDS SATISFYING WHILE STILL BE A LITTLE INTIMIDATING.

you ever have a character whose name is so cool you have to restrain yourself from using it every single sentence? I'm going through my script right now changing every other [character name] to "she" but oooohohohoho it sounds so cool the name is perfect I am actively going

God it’s sick as hell indulging in obscure mobile games with strangers online.

i really really really love tiny thief

Oh fuck yes I’m totally saving this to my dashboard.

@maybeher0 !!!

THE WAY MY HEART DROPPED WHEN I READ YOUR TAG... YOU'RE RIGHT!! There's... there's only one reasonable way to handle this...

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Io stiffens, her blood running cold...

The weight of the realization heavy. So, so heavy. How careless of her to drop her guard, a sting of regret seizing her. To think any creature isn't a ravenous, blood-thirsty beast.. to think, her Pikmin, so near to their demise. All because of her. "No...n-no, not again, no..." She could feel her lips imitate these words as if they were recited countless times before. The only sense of understanding she could grasp was her fears; now, all of them, laid out in front of her once more. It wasn't a nightmare, however, not the one's she had grown accustomed to; it was all real, a cruel twist of fate to watch play out. All over again. It felt as if the future of their lives were only heartbeats to an end and there would be no one else to blame; not the creature, not the Pikmin... never them, she stifled a noise to such a thought. But her. Io's vision narrowed. Her senses all numb, only that of which was the sediment beneath her. She couldn't hear anything, not the panicked cries of her Pikmin, not the seamless bellow of the fascinating creature before them. Only silence that became deafening. A scene Io beheld in dreadful clarity soon fell into darkness, one question ringing in her mind. One begging the retelling of a horrible story. It begs, "Will you do things differently?"

As Io awoke, the creature was no where to be seen. "Was it ever there?" She questioned. The only signs were of her Pikmin, now surrounding her with their wide and innocent eyes. She quickly scrambled up, feeling around as if her memory were tangible and scattered around her. Io counted each Pikmin, recalling that there had been... One, two, three... She twisted about and found the last Pikmin had clung to her arm, precious tears falling from its eyes. In a small breath, she managed a quiet, "Four..." That was when a sob arose, an unpleasant one, which soon clasped at her throat. Io grasped for these few Pikmin, hugging them closely, feeling the grief overwhelm her body. Sobs shaking both her and her Pikmin. Even through the protective material of her spacesuit, she felt the warmth of their bodies. A few Pikmin still wriggled about in the efforts to become comfortable, their chattering to one another causing Io's ears to prick up despite her mourning. Only the fourth Pikmin had been still, its nose in the nook of her neck. Outside of all the layers, her helmet... the golden band around her neck; she felt it. In all it's realness, warmth, liveliness; all of it in her arms. A new story to behold. A new lesson to learn. A new life to live with these few. Io squeezed them more closely, never wanting to let them go. An image soothed over her strain, one that revealed a future with these Pikmin. All of it, starting here.

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God Bless!

So do I, actually! Thank god it’s still functional, my dad works way too much to keep things like this intact. Anyway I really should get back to it that game was amazing.

i really really really love tiny thief

What’s this? A Pikmin AND Charlie and the Chocolate Factory reference IN THE SAME POST.

Very, very based.

now don’t dear children be alarmed

AUGUSTUS GLOOP WILL NOT BE HARMED

AUGUSTUS GLOOP WILL NOT BE HARMED

AYO WHAT

CANNON HUMAN FORD??

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