When I finally live in my school bus and hit the road I’d like to start a Rat Circus 🎪 I feel like it’s definitely something people at truck stops/rest stops would like to see. Some purely weird entertainment.
Just imagine you’re walking into a gas station to grab some snacks for the road and there’s me with my wild hair, patchy hat on the floor for money, overalls full of nuts and a poorly made stand with my 3 rats jumping, stacking, tight rope walking, fetching, playing dead, standing, jumping through a hoop!! SHAKING PEOPLES HANDS like COME ON I’d make good money on the road like that! Might even pay for some of my gas or a meal.
Of course I’d learn some trade, like wood working, sewing, baking, leather work, potion/ exilr making - maybe even make some rat merch like a wooden spoon with a rat as the spoon part HAAA
so yall. i randomly remembered a minor background moment from the 03 series. and it has spawned Thoughts....thoughts with Strong brainrot potential......
your headcanon abt peppino performing while he cooks reminded me of that scene in kiki’s delivery service where the chef guy does a cool spin with baking pans solely to impress kiki’s cat
peppino’s in the kitchen with brick and he’s like check THIS out. does a sick pizza flip or smth. brick’s like :O!!!
ik it would fuck so much shit up probably, but if they faked wanda's death next to lucy and yolanda's bodies they might actually have convinced ruben to change sides...
I just finished playing Ghost Trick and for a split second right before Ray’s identity was revealed I fully thought it was going to turn out to be the spirit of the rat that keeps getting fucked over throughout the game and it was actually going to be the ultimate villain and was about to create another, even worse timeline that you would have to counteract.
And like the actual truth is much more fitting for the tone and themes of the game but I do also think “sudden death evil rat timeline” as the final level would’ve been. Very funny.
Not to get lost in the narratives and such, but I think it's a wild thing to take a young player with fire in his belly who will be the first to admit that he was never even the best player in his junior teams made it to the NHL it's because he clawed his way thru via any means necessary, and to tell him, I want you to look at this example of all things beautiful about hockey, and do everything exactly as he does it.
And how all of that, instead of breeding resentment can turn into devotion. I'm thinking of faith and how Bergy will be the first to talk about all the ways in which Marchy made his game better, of two people who pushed and balanced and completed each other, who worked so well because they were so different in so many ways, two people who would suck at being each other. And what happens when, you say now you take over. Now you lead, on your own.
And I guess I'm also thinking of that 22 year old with a chip on his shoulder who was told: you will never be the best player on ice as long as he is on the ice, so I want you to be second best.