#yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!

[she-epi-onmy-demi-tilli-ology]

I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[betterhomesandhozie]

THUNDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[too-many-paper-cranes]

final collection of "extreme" difficulty skip challenge skips!!! there are way too many to fit into one video, at some point i'll probably compile them all into one place somewhere else lmao. i'm super proud of finishing them all before 2026 :D

the final difficulty is just named "why?" and includes several TAS only skips, i'm gonna try as many as i can but i might die irl <3

[therealsirsticker]

eheheheheheheheheheeeeee I just got another comment on my sonic fic ahahahahahaha yessssss...,......

[steambugs-creations]

wharever (lazers you)

[lorillee]

didnt even realize...... just hit 500 ms paint doodle files.......!!!

[thedragonagelesbian]

do not be afraid, my tainted angel

Edging closer, Halsin sees it: encased in a hollow beneath the tree is a monster. It is crouched, its many spine-laden limbs folded in on themselves to fit in such a tight space, and it reeks so strongly of death that his hackles raise instinctively. Not undeath, like everything else in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, musty and dry, but pure carrion, wet and metallic, and the tide of revitalizing magic is not washing it away.

The bear in Halsin wants to lunge, take it by surprise, deliver unto this harbinger a most ungentle of reposes… but Halsin knows his own appearance can be intimidating at first blush.

He cannot move stealthily in this form, but he waits, and he watches, and he listens to the creature keen. It is, he realizes, embracing itself. One set of arms grasps at its skull, obscuring the shape of its maw save for a pair of wicked tusks arching out at the sides. The other pair hugs its torso, and when Halsin tilts his head to the side, he can see the scratches on its back. Dozens of wounds, ranging from scrapes to gouges, mark where talons have dug into its flesh, whether to hold itself together or tear itself apart, he cannot tell, but it has bloodied itself like a rabbit twisting against a snare, the wire cutting deeper into its throat with every thrash.

Predator or no, this thing is terrified.