I think it's time for Leon and Chris to retire and make way for Joe exploding heads with his fists Baker. The End of Zoe DLC for RE Biohazard was great...but this glorious bastard needs his own game stat.
Chris just showing up fully armed after old man Joe already secured the area with his fucking hands. Really Chris?
Chris and Leon have been fighting zombies and various biological horrors armored and armed to teeth with special equipment and weapons for over two decades now. Joe. Joe shows up with his fists. His fists and a stack of magical dolls that make him punch even harder. Sure, he takes a bit more hits due to taking the battle right up to these monster's faces. But that's fine. Joe just grabs a grub from a nearby tree, slurps that shit down and gets back to punching. (Really interesting experience in VR) Herbs? Fuck you hippy, that's rabbit medicine.
Joe doesn't waste time running around looking for lion plaques or key cards. He punches doors open. Once Joe did run into a door he could not punch. Did he spend all his time fucking around looking for a door code? No. He found the one weapon that allowed him to punch through doors of steel. Mind you, Joe had waltzed right past a whole slew of dead blue Umbrella soldiers with all their fancy guns, grandes and armor. He could have picked up a gun or anything at any point. Nope, not Joe Baker. The only weapon for Joe is more fist.
More fist and a collection of fist enhancing dolls.
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Sometimes I wanna sing this song for everyone I know
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@chaosmultiverse || Continued from here.
“Dahlia,” she repeats again, more insistent now. The subtle sternness of the word, of the name folded against her tongue, shows in the flexing of her lips, the way she forms the sound against the harder wavebreakers of her teeth. Up this close, it’s harder to miss these details. There is no way the eye can’t see the shine on each and every one of those perfect ivory implements, their serrated edges speaking of what they could so easily do to anything caught within those rending jaws. Her gums, lining those fangs, are a soft grey-purple, strange to see as it fades into the pale yellow of her skin and then the pink flush of her lips and scales. The same color is inherited by her forked tongue, which moves with liquid grace as she breathes Dahlia’s name, cupping both of its tips around the syllables that form there.
Behind that, Dahlia can see the golden chain of one of Miranda’s accessories, a scarf that cups her lower jaw as if tied there, ends weighted down with jewels that gleam in tandem with its gilded edges. The gemstones sway in the air as Miranda speaks, more to catch the light, and more to draw her eyes back in to Miranda’s face, to the fine curves of muscle and bone that make up her every expression. It is not too hard to remember that she is an apex predator here, though surely she steals breath for more than just one reason alone.
Up this close, she smells like the sea, like great open beaches and the ebb and flow of the waves and the seafoam tossed high into the air as if in celebration and the white gulls that weave around it like lasting comments. There is an equal breath of strawberry, of scented soaps and perfumes and lotions, things that come with wealth and with care and with great baths to soak it into her scales so that she might cover up that eternal smell of the ocean itself. If Dahlia were to lean in, she might smell more, might catch the sharp scent of something almost metallic, but Miranda does not get that close. She doesn’t have to, when Dahlia can see her pulse, right below the soft underside of Miranda’s jaw, thrumming and alive and primal. It feels almost too intimate to watch, twitching against one of the few places where Miranda’s scales thin.
“I am going to have to... leave out, for a while. I do not know-... I am not quite sure-... No, just- It is Merkingdom business. I will be back at the Royal Palace. Please do not panic, if you cannot get in touch with me.”
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What songs did I listen to!!! So many!!!
I’ve selected three big Conviction vibes that made my top 100 most listened to this year and that I want to share some lyrics from
For those interested, here’s my extremely long playlist for Conviction that I’ve been adding to for several years 😊😅🔥🥰
MMMMMHMMMMM by Four Fists (this has made my top 100 several years in a row!)
No calm, no hesitation
No alarms, no self-preservation
Just nerves and ashtrays and on and on
No sleep without assistance
Gotta bash the brain into submission, yeah
Just close the windows and lock the doors
From Here til Utopia (Song for the Desperate) by Ramshackle Glory
Because I’m afraid to look the world in the eye
If nothing’s gonna change, well, then I’d rather die
And I’m too unemployed to organize a union
I’m too intoxicated to tear down a building
I’m too hopeless to look for a solution, I’m afraid that if I found one
I’d be out of excuses for the way
I waste away in the gutters that I chose
What If We Could by Blue October
What if we could
Put our lives on
Hold and meet some
Where inside of the world
I would meet you
Would you meet me?
On a park bench
On a skyscrape
On a mountain
Oh yeah, whatever it takes
I would meet you
Would you meet me?
I'm glad to say that we've met
But I'm sad to say that the circumstances weren't
On our side
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Clothing set: Ruler’s Glory
Presented are statues for players who placed 2-4 in the season’s Space-Time
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