This is the kind of magazine page that 90s-kid-me would stare at for hours fantasizing over. Even looking at it now, it’s surprisingly easy for me to ignore the objective technical limitations and get hyped.
Side note: can we talk about that 1ST PC GUN on the mid-left there? Dude…
God, yes. Feed that vaporwave and citypop directly into my veins.
Oh, I’m sorry. Are we living in a world where Pinkerton doesn’t exist?
This isn’t even my final formal.
The second biggest roast Anakin would ever be involved in.
Yeah, I’m with you there.
Far and away, the best aspect of my life.
Still my favorite Cake song and one of my go-to karaoke tracks. 😎
YES! Now I can finally…
Wait. No. NO!
Shit, I still had Reflect cast on me from last round.
COME BACK! WAIT! NOOOOOO!
Man…remember when we thought that W was as bad as it possibly could get?
I never tasted a more delicious pizza than the personal pan pepperoni I earned from absolutely crushing the Book-It program. That big holographic button, covered in achievement stars. The pizza. Pure bliss.
Why they changed it, I can’t say…
“Birdie…” Ronald muttered, just above a whisper. “Bring me the McHammer.”
“Why Ronald?” the girl could only respond, fear quickly taking over her voice.
The clown ruler dropped his gaze to his oversized shoes. His gloved hand tightened into a fist.
“The Hamburglar has robbed his last fuckin’ meal.”
I assume the opossum was busy giving a press conference somewhere on behalf of the group.
Oh, great. It’s the Wind Waker Triforce shards all over again.
Better start collecting charts…
Saxophone noises