i made a dramatic picture ft. shadow i hope u enjoy
now it just needs something INSPIRATIONAL written on it
There you go
I would say I’m sorry but I’m not
So back in the 90s in Japan, there was a Tamagotchi game for Nintendo 64 that was styled sort of like Mario Party, and you could unlock Tamagotchi versions of Mario and Wario.
So that’s a thing.
I remember seeing the Mario one once, but the Wario is new to me and it’s really disturbing… actually it looks exactly like something you’d find in a WarioWare game. Warioware in General gives me some Tamagotchi art style vibes.
Still, Sonikkutchi is superior
And absolutely nothing was learned from this experience.
I’m not sure where, but I saw someone make a fantastic fanart of Hawaiian Shadow with a surfboard named Maria. After laughing tremendously for some time, I got enough volition to create…..this origin story for Hawaiian Shadow based on that.
Feel free to feel horrible for laughing at this as I did.
I CANT BREATH LORD JESUS CHRIST FUCK OMG
ya know what would help in this situation Takato? If you had some sort of eye protection, like say glasses but they cover the front of your eyes instead of being glass you put in front of your eyes. Being plastic would help because plastic wouldn’t break as easily as glass.
Ahh but where would you get such a device? Oh well guess you’re just going to have to face the brunt of the sand storm with your eyes unprotected..
I’ve never laughed harder in my entire life
*prepares party popper*
*nervously shakes the party popper*
*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*
*has a wonderful night with the party popper*
*gets married to the party popper*
It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"
what the actual fuck