I saw a fox!
I didnāt get a photo because I was driving but I saw a fox!
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I saw a fox!
I didnāt get a photo because I was driving but I saw a fox!
It is 2025. I receive a particular email; an announcement of life-size Eeveelution plushies, from the offical Pokemon merch webite, āPokemon Centerā. I check them out on a whim.
Not only are they expensive, but based on the reference photos, theyāre huge. I only have the money and space for one, and I like all of the Eeveelutions equally. With a quick āEeny, meeny, miney, moe,ā I land on my choice. Espeon.
I place my preorder. The expected delivery date is around late November.
I check the page as late November rolls around.
It is 20266.
I am struck with awareness, the knowledge I am alive. The door of my capsule hisses open, cool mist spilling out. With little else to do, I put my palms beneath me, and begin to sit up.
As far as I can see, there is nothing but other capsules. As far I as I can see, I am the only one with an open door. Panic seizes my mind.
I was promised a better life. A new life. A new Earth. Effective immortality. My body is failing me. I am 175 years old. The last thing I remember is a woman telling me that everything would be ok. I do not remember her name. I do not remember her face.
Before I can think further, something catches my eye. Something red, blaring. A monitor on wheels and a pole, situated beside my capsule. āEMERGENCYāVERIFICATION REQUIREDā āEMERGENCYāVERIFICATION REQUIREDā.
I lean closer. Closer. As my misty breath reaches the screen, light extends from a widget at the top, scanning my face. The red fades. Something new appears.
I live, I breathe, and I cry for the first time in 18,000 years.
*looks at you autistically with my autistic eyes*
Iām not ready
How it feels paying full price for a Switch game that got leaked a week before itās release
Iāve put off getting a haircut for so long that Iām just gonna be Kris Deltarune for Halloween
I got this fluffy creature from the Pokemon Center ā¢. This beast. Itās comfy, itās a friend, and I love it.
Iād gladly link to its listing, but itās already sold out
you know⦠maybe I should learn how to draw. and like. really get good at i *the rune carved into my forehead starts smoking again* haha whoops. nevermind.
LANCER!
YOU CANāT BE THERE LANCER! THAT ISNāT FROM DELTARUNE! YOU DONāT FIT! YOU DONāT BELONG THERE! YOU ARENāT USEFUL THERE!
LANCER!
LANCER!!!!!
Itās official. LOVE WINS at Chicago Midway International Aiport
Edit: I looked away for one minute, and someone fucking crucified Green Pippins
I love how both Omori and Deltarune use an āobjectiveā narrator filtered through an unreliable POV character. I live for that sweet, sweet subtext.
I will use this writing style for evil, such as having a main character with body dysmorphia lack any description of themself. Any time they pass a reflective surface, all thatās written is āthey turned their head from the (x)ā, and any description of their appearance only mentions their large clothes, as well as accessories that hide their facial features; a hat, sunglasses, etc.
Of course, other characters will still see them for who they are, and there might be some description during moments of vulnerability, but thatās it. Nothing more. Muhahahahaha
I love Dragon Ball and I love Gambling
I miss you, Chicken Cutlet with Sauce sandwich from Japan. Maybe one day, weāll be reunitedā¦
>:( fine
Imagine if Zelda Notes was diegetic.
On top of carrying around a tablet that a select few know about, Link also has some rectangular device that nobody knows anything about. Sometimes heās just holding the rectangle, sometimes heās holding both. A voice calmly providing directions can be heard emanating from the rectangle, and he follows them to a tee. Some people swear that theyāve heard the voice of Princess Zelda herself coming from the device.
Lancer Button
I think I know what Iām doing for the rest of the week. And the month. And the decade.