#a-mericafuckyeah

[conwellrain]

“I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

UNDERTALE starters

“I didn’t think Hell counted as a vacation...”

[sinisternocturne]

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Intro“You think you’re a ‘hero’? Let’s see if you’re right.” 

Fight ThemeTHRILLER (8-Bit Remix) 

Battle“Edward sparkles aggressively!”“Edward is playing piano.” 

What attacks they may have.- Musical notes, in both blue and orange. The blue ones, of course, you hold still for; the orange ones you dodge.- About nine million baseballs. Seriously. They bounce off the sides of the SOUL box and it can get frustrating to avoid them.

Death“…finally…”YOU’VE WON! You receive 120 XP and 103403 GOLD.  

Betrayal“…I thought… maybe you were different… but no. …Everyone’s the same, aren’t they?” YOU’VE WON! You receive 110 XP and 103400 GOLD.  

Spare“Maybe heroes do exist. Go on, little hero. Pray Asgore makes it quick.” 

[gnighteverybody-blog]

@a-mericafuckyeah

“‘Alfred F. Jones’, huh? What does the F stand for, anyway? ‘Freedom’?”

“I’m betting it’s the school letter grade. Heck knows what’s happening with all these American kids’ GPAs.”

[deathshied]

America? ♠ Ophelia & Alfred

               Ophelia was used to having almost all the information she needed on her wrist. However since she arrived in Hive City the Pip-Boy was just dead weight on her arm. Still wearing it was old hat; and she kept at it with the hopes she could at least pick up a radio single and listen to some Dean Martin. He could always lay down some hot licks. What was most frustrating however was the lack of her map. She was so used to knowing exactly where she was in the entirety of the former United States of America. Now she was flying blind in a city, in god knows where. It just didn’t jive with her, not one bit.

               As a resourceful woman Ophelia did not get her down. It was useful to live in a world with a functional library. At least that’s what they were called in the books she did manage to get her hands on. Literary ventures weren’t that popular where she was from.

               Spread out on a café table was both a map of The United States and Hive City. The geographical landscape was far from her own. She stared at the map only to notice on Illinois there was a city named ‘Chicago.’ So used to having a companion at her side; she couldn’t help but talk to herself since she arrived. Always a bit disappointed when no one answered. “Well ED-E I’ll be damned. So that is what a Chicago is….That was what was there before The Great War, before the nuclear attack. This United States is so strange. It is really old though…It is only from 2016. How strange. Why wouldn’t they have a more current map?” Her button nose wrinkled in disapproval as she packed her cigarettes against the palm of her hand.

@a-mericafuckyeah

[sinisternocturne]

@a-mericafuckyeah

[txt] Since my wife isn’t in the city-

[txt] I was considering finding a group of young men to go stag.

[txt] To the Ball, I mean.

[txt] If you don’t yet have a partner, would you be interested?

[littleburnerthings]

“Al, we’re not selling mistletoe milkshakes at the diner. Stop this.”