WHAT, WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN
WHAT, WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN
You're stuck in a shit game forever, sorry.
>clearly explains in verbose yet simple language
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
FPBP
Fuck you. I hope you burn. Get allergies and a rash you fucker.
If the dev is reading this make a Yiik quake clone
Anons, which one is the best Harvest Moon game?
Quick
you are trapped in a version of firewatch with gameplay, alex
Vibrating with motion
HOLY FUCK IT'S A GOLDEN ALPACA
LEMONS!
>my sister is alive
>no, Rory, you killed your sister
>but that's impossible. She's right here
>no, trust me, I'm a genius. That's a soul survivor from another dimension
>WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
>his sister died and he couldn't accept it. So he
>WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
>these entities, they're called Soul Survivors
>WHAT IN THE HELL? NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!
>LeMoNaDe
10/10 GOTYAY
L E M O N A I D S
let me put it simple to you alex.
You are falling in unironic love for this game.
I have seen it happen many times through the years, first is legit rage, then is friendly jokes but then you have this thread. This is the point of no return, a literal shitposting thread created to enjoy how bad this game is.
Do you understand what that means? you quite frankly love this game, its so bad you find enjoyment on it, and lets not pretend you dont want to fuck the characters thats obvious for the love of god.
How do you feel knowing that Iwata's forever immortalized in some pretentious author's Earthbound wannabe?
replace the story, the minigames, the music with music, all of the voice lines that aren't interjections, and add xavier: renegade angel as the final boss
people pretending to care about that makes me like hitler a little more every time
Its LEMONADE
Because you want to kill yourself?
>Iwata died four years ago
we've got a real mensa mentat here
>unclearly explains pretentious bullshit via plagiarized text multiple times
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON SOMEO-
Does that matter?
I could take a dick pic and write in memory of some guy who died.
But who cares?
Time really does fly.