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Language Warning!!! This recording is from a livestream. There’s my usual banter and a bit of chat interaction. I tell you the tales of all the different Darth’s lol…
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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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I’m going to cheat. Here’s the link to my Terminator Genisys review that explains my history with the franchise. click here Let’s dive right in by seeing what the fine folks at Wikipedia have to say about this film (please donate to them if possible): Terminator: Dark Fate is a 2019 American science fiction action film directed by Tim
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This is a bit of a strange game for a Castlevania outing. 2010? PS3-ish? Everything feels like Devil May Cry or God of War. Gamers swear by this one. They say it’s awesome. I’m still looking for that.
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The stories is getting deep and the levels are getting longer. Fortunately, I’m getting better! Enjoy.
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So, I’m playing catch-up. It’s much better than watching the news. Terminator scared the living crap out of me as a child. I think I was in elementary school, and the metal skeleton haunted me for years. It was also where many of us Gen-X kids met Arnold Schwarzenegger for the very first time. Life-changing.
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Lots of dying, and then I’m told that I’m not ready for Dathomir yet. I do get to meet a Night Sister, though! Bonus!
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Snow-dumb. It’s a sensation that overtook me quite a few times as a professional driver. You spend so much time fixated on a field of white rolling along, mile-to-mile, and your brain blurs. I’d forgotten about it until a few minutes ago. Hell hath no career like truck-driving. I left my truck unlocked and wide-open
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I exhale winter’s last pure breath. Soon, it’ll be nothing but a memory; replaced. Recorded over by the next snowfall, if ever. A rarity to the southern-born child. There’s miles beneath these mild-winter feet; Rockwell art come to life. The 1950’s Holiday dreams marked and remembered by every child twenty years after the fact. The
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This is fun! Nothing too crazy just yet. I make my way through the Bog of Eternal Stench without David Bowie’s cod piece. Not recommended!
The Gonzo Wolf 