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Okay, all you shiny, happy people… I’m spent. I mustered up what I had left to offer this unto the universe. Have a beautiful Monday.
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The one thing I waited for during last night’s Superb Owl had nothing at all to do with Football. I’m a hockey fan, peeps. I haven’t watched a football game in 26 years, and I’d prefer to keep that record climbing. Do they still celebrate after running three feet and tripping over their own feet?
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Prepare yourselves; this isn’t going to be easy for you to hear. Then again, perhaps I was the odd-one-out all those years and this is totally normal? That’s not necessarily a question, I’m just using the question mark for inflection. Not totally sure if that’s allowed within the rules of the English language but, again,
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To most, 1865 was an eye-opening year. The American Civil War was officially over and the soldiers fortunate enough to survive the bloody conflict returned home to collect the pieces of their former lives. To young Arizonan, Robert Jack, the fateful desert homecoming marked the end to all he once knew. Forgiveness is overrated. Death
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Although better than most that’ve come after, there hasn’t been a castle nor vania – whatever that may be. This is reskinned God of War and every other franchise developed when this originally released. You could’ve called this game anything but Castlevania.
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I wanted to sit on this one a few days before I wrote it. I hope it comes out okay, because I’m still not sure what I want to say. Wish me luck? Until then, let’s see what the fine folks at Wikipedia have to say about this film (donate to them if you can,
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My cat woke me up at 4:30 am. These are random thoughts I had while lying there staring at the ceiling: Happy Sunday, lovelies!
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And the award for slowest, longest credits in a video game goes to… Good story. I’ll play the sequel soon.
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I believe in transparency, so I must confess. I had to lower the difficulty to beat this guy, and be damned if he’s not the last boss! We’re getting close, though.
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…since I’ve waxed-poetic from the porch swing. An eventful weekend, to be sure. The kind that will get mentioned at my funeral. I woke of my own accord. Four then five then six then fuck it all. Sirens wailed their ballads letting me know I’s home; indeed. All plans born of lunacy; squashed, swept below,
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Twin Oaks, Texas is at war! Taking place immediately after the Far From Home events in New York City, Katie Liberman has returned to rescue her birthplace from the clutches of her nemesis. As the paranormal battle of North vs. South rages in the shadows, the tiny town must decide to fight against the odds
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