This is the day Steven leaves Garfield. It's 12AM.. the beginning of the twnty-fifth of September 2011. It's a bit silent in the house. I'm feeling uncomfortable, and there's not much for me here. The last day here feels like a visit to somewhere I don't have anything set to my convenience. It's not a terrible vibe, it's just not completely.... homely. I don't feel like this is my home anymore. There's not much left for me to do here at all. I've completed everything in this area, it seems... and from here on, I just travel.. completing my tasks in other parts of the world. I'll be coming back here to reminisce, of course. It makes me think, though. After all this..
...Will I still kick your ass in Melee?!
SPOILER: (FUCK YES!)
...Will I still kick your ass in Melee?!
SPOILER: (FUCK YES!)
wanna take me to grocery shopping?