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The text in this newspaper appears to be from an article about the shortage of crematoriums in Japan from around 2008.

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Passenger Hah! Being a prosecutor doesn't make you incapable of murder, buddy!

(Especially not prosecutors from Edgeworth's district.)

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Tried the first level, and failed miserably due to missing jumps. Looking it up, that isn't an uncommon experience. -------------------------------------------------------------- Star Wars Episode I: Jedi Power Battles

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Obi-Wan, your quest is complete!!

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Klonoa: Empire of Dreams

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Klonoa: Empire of Dreams

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Klonoa: Empire of Dreams

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Star Wars Episode I: Obi-Wan's Adventures

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All that work just for some kid to steal your thunder at the last moment...

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It's near impossible to hit anything when trying to play this game on a modern controller.

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Star Wars: Episode I Battle for Naboo

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look in [your] pants

You find nothing of interest.

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(The parser loves it.)

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(You have one move, and many, many different endings.)

Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.

On to the next aisle.

Interesting… fresh Gnocchi--you haven't had any of that since… Rome.

The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly coloured aisle markers visible.

You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-toned shapes.

There is a brunette woman a few metres ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.

eat pasta

The pasta is a seething mass of off-white food. You tear at the plastic bags until the curls and tubes and twists and shells cascade onto the floor and into your hands. Scooping up a collection of different shapes you cram the pasta into your mouth. It is dry, it is hard. That's what your body is saying. But you learnt something a while back--that your body (your eyes, your hands, your heart) isn't always right. No, you've learnt to listen to your mind. And your mind says: soft, warm, slightly salty pasta. Tangy sauce. What a feast!

They spoil your fun, they take you away--or so your body says. Your mind knows better; you're still in Rome eating pasta, drinking wine--everything is fine. ----------

Another story done. But then… ---------------------------------------------------

Aisle

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Pokémon Picross Game Boy Color

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Every step you take feels wrong.

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The Melting Apartment

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Tamer MatPat would like to battle! (Link)

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Go read a real book, weirdo.

(Link)