Mar 18, 2020
Long live classic games!
Oh, yeah!! These’a new fangled games have got’a lot of thanking to do to us old timers!
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Long live classic games!
Oh, yeah!! These’a new fangled games have got’a lot of thanking to do to us old timers!
So you've got like... magic paint brush powers or something, right? So what happens if you draw mustaches and stuff on people?
“Ain’t I used it on you before? Golly, I can be neglectful.”Her eyes glimmer with smug pride, ready to lay down some hot facts. “What happens is a beautiful marriage of this –”
She paints a green tennis ball into the air and catches it.
“– and this.”
With a wave of her brush, the green turns purple.
“Object creation and color changes combined. It’s a sprite edit that goes way past a palette tweak. So long as it stays in your hitbox, I can give you a makeover beyond recognition! Heck, I could make you look like me, if you knocked off that obtrusive globe of a helmet. But since that ain’t happenin’ anytime soon, how’s about we try the other way ‘round?”
As if preparing for a dance, one of her feet slides back. Her eyes close, she takes a deep breath, and throws herself into a tight whirl of colors smearing together – white, red, grey, yellow – until…
Ta-da! Who ordered the extra-small Turbo? The one that… definitely doesn’t look like Modless?
“Pretty sick, huh?” Her voice, frighteningly enough, stays exactly the same. Twirling her brush casually, she paints a handheld mirror and preens, checking out her sharp, golden teeth. “Mmnah, I look nothin’ like ya. I must’a been thinkin’ a’ someone cuter.”
@8bitracingking / x
“Actually I was talking about you. But I guess there’s no bones about it, you’re definitely not dead.”
💀 * ah. my bad. honestly though, bein’ alive is a relative term i suppose. i got bones, no flesh or nothin but .. i have my soul still so i do suppose your right.
@8bitracingking Liked for a Dark!Elsa starter
“Little man, I get it. You’ve been slighted by the world and just want that chance to show everyone what you’re really made of.... I respect that.”
@8bitracingking
How old are you now anyway? 3 years old or something?
Do I freakin’ LOOK three ta’you, ya geezer?! Better go wash yer eyes out, ‘cause all a’ that ol’ man dust is linin’ ‘em up!
(( hi I was a fan of you back in the WiR days tho i never followed you i don't think? i got worried and sad when i saw you deleted your blog recently. but then i saw you had this blog were okay and i'm glad for that. ps your art rules. nowimmacrawlbackunderarocktakecarebye ))
i think i’ve seen you on my dash sometimes back when WIR was kickin’, and i’m so glad to see you again! thank you so much for sticking around and checking out how i’m doing. that’s so thoughtful. :’)
8bitracingking replied to your post ““Is this the day I can ask for kisses and not get punched?””
"Nah it's the day where everything goes wrong and luck is nowhere to be found."
“You, my friend, sound like you’ve had some bad experiences on this day.”
@8bitracingking ❤’d for a starter
Elsa didn’t usually step outside her own game. Even less often did she step outside alone. But Anna had been out all night without her, at some party with the other princesses and central female characters from other games. Elsa was happy for her, of course, but it left her a bit... Solitary.
Times like this Elsa liked to go out to Game Central and just walk. People watch and just take in the sights of the funny little sprites and intensely detailed soldiers that made up the neighboring games. It wasn’t as though she had to worry about being bothered. She always seemed to have plenty of room to breathe. Conveniently. As soon as others noticed her.
She’d heard that Bad Guys got the short end of the stick after they were plugged in, but she didn’t think they’d avoid her this much.
After a while, she sighed and decided to stop aimlessly walking and take a seat on one of the benches. She could always just wait here for Anna to show up right?