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Holy Snickerdoodles-in-a-pie-pie-pan! Life is strange. One second I’m scrubbing the toilet (like a good husband should), and the explanation presents itself. I was just telling my wife earlier today how it seems like my mind has slowed down as of late. Not in an old-man sort of way, but like that of an addict “sleeping…
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I got on the Dead Cells train a little later than most, but I loved it enough to purchase an arcade cabinet skinned in the original artwork. It now sits in my grandson’s bedroom. Because I’d only played it on an “arcade” version, I learned a sort of “speed-runner” style of play. It was fast.…
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This is one of the scariest games ever made. This run through is just short of two hours. 2 deaths. No stopping to read files. Normal difficulty. Enjoy. Watch it with the lights out. Wanting a creepy read? Check this one out. Toby Liberman is nearing the end of his rope. After a fateful confrontation…
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Dead Cells is a fast-paced, beautifully produced Rogue-like game with some deep music.
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I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling in deep thought like every other morning, when I stumbled across a couple of memories. These memories found their place within the existing story and brought the entire scenario down an alternate timeline. This angering event will forever live rent-free inside my head for the rest…
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The morning Dead Cells run was going well until I got greedy. That won’t happen again. Anyway, if this is your thing; enjoy. Have a wonderful Saturday! Looking for a read? How about this one? Click the pic to purchase.
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I’ve felt a little off this week, like some of that stuff about the planets being aligned; The Beavers in retrograde. I’m not making fun of people who know what that stuff means, much respect, but it’s a lot to remember. You guys and gals do you. My current “work in progress” is something I’ve…
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We interrupt our country’s political clown-shoe fitting to bring you the NHL Western Conference Finals! This is the first time I’ve made an effort to watch anything other than an elimination game in years. Broadcast hockey annoys me. Subliminally, I associate my love of hockey with that of my former lover: alcohol. Not that I…
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The curse is steadily lifting. After two decades of shadows, both literally and figuratively, I can see a pinprick of light in the distance. Karma is real. I’m tired of living out my days haunted by a single mistake; one I now realize I was baited into. I’ve forgiven myself, and that should be enough…
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