EVEN WHEN TRAPPED BY B-BALL'S CYCLE
THE DREAMS WE LEFT BEHIND WILL OPEN THE COURT
EVEN IF MICHAEL JORDAN WILL STAND IN OUR WAY
OUR RIGHTEOUS DUNKS WILL DETERMINE WHAT WE'LL BE
WE'LL SLAM THROUGH CHAOS ITSELF
AND DEFY ALL THOSE WHO WOULD STOP US TO SLAM WITH THE BEST
TENGEN TOPPA SLAMMEN JAMMEN
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!
We move closer to the hoop than we were a minute before!
Dribble by dribble we advance a bit further down the court with each pass!
That's how a b-ball team works!
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\m/ CANINE TIME TRAVEL DOG \m/
Its Nemo
Moof Bark Woof Arf
Hello I am a dog physicist
I study dog physics
Coal.
Coal's what makes the world go round.
Valve's just givin it out, for anybody who's gonna go to a little trouble for it. And boy there's trouble. People killin themselves over it. Makin deals over it. Killin each other over it. Trouble.
Course, the kid wants it too. He scans down a list that lasts forever, checkin. Valve'll give that coal to anybody who says anything about anything. He wants to see if there's anything worth sayin.
He stops. Bastion. Well alright then.
Not much you can say about Bastion that hasn't been said. It's beautiful. It's haunting. It'll change you. Somewhere, somebody's said it. Doesn't make it less true though.
He punches keys like a thing possessed. He doesn't think about that hunk of coal anymore, now he's filled with a need to tell people what happened. That he didn't believe in Bastion at first. That he grabbed it on a bet. That from the first word it grabbed him back.
Then he ran out of letters.
Tough break, kid.
I literally cannot stop playing this game help.
I have uninstalled it like twice, every time I boot the fucking thing up there go 4 hours of my day woooosh.
Fuck this game I think a coke habit would be half as addictive.




