Stanley Pines, a respectable man. However, his brother is still in the running. His brother, who might I add, won last year’s tournament. The classics are wonderful and all but times change. And so must the lord.
Gomez Adams, loving husband and father. Now we’re talking. A man who loves, a man who yearns, a man lucky enough for the universe to hear his mating call and reward him thusly with a gorgeous wife. But ask me this; would Gomez want to win if he cannot share the stage with Morticia? He is a king, but he cannot live without his queen.
What do Stanley and Gomez have in common?
They exist within the world of film.
Cathode, trash heap, boobtube, however you know him.
The classics reimagined. The glow of the clunky old television burns your eyes and blinds you with nostalgia. You have never seen this man in your life but you know him. Nights spent half asleep on the couch, watching whatever program was on at the time. Saturday morning cartoons. Coming home from school and winding down with some good ol’ TV. We all know him. We all love him.
He wears himself down with every broken plea he forces from his chest, “please don’t go, I’ll be so good, just look at me, I need this, without you I’m nothing”, and then he gets back on stage like nothing ever happened. He has so much love to give and no longer has anyone to give it to so he gives out his heart like free samples at costco, like he’s worth nothing. He’s a star! He deserves attention, fame, somebody to hold, he deserves your praise! He deserves everything, all of it, me me me me me me me!! look at me look at me LOOK AT ME!
After a hard day, he collapses on the green room couch. Exhausted. He thinks back to when times were good, great even! When he still had… him. Even then, he wanted morse than he could have. Always craving more. He downs his drink, and then another then another and before he knows it he’s passed out. Then awake again. Back to work.
And yet, broken and hungover and lovesick, he STILL gets onstage. And he STILL gives his all! And why does he do this?! HE DOES THIS FOR YOU, for the player! The lightners! The “real” people!! Everything he does, he does for YOU.
Toby Fox did not think we would like Tenna. He thought his fans would see him and shun him as just another wannabe. As if.
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