#blobule

[hev-mark-iv]

[ https://www.half-life.com/en/halflife2/20th ]

Tomorrow is the 20th anniversary of Half-Life 2 and much like last year, Valve has put together an anniversary update to celebrate!

Major additions include a multitude of graphical updates, Steam Workshop support, and Half-Life 2: Episode One and Half-Life 2: Episode Two are now playable through Half-Life 2's main menu! Half-Life 2: Lost Coast is now playable through the Extras menu.

In addition, a new documentary focused around the development of Half-Life 2 (which showcases some footage from Half-Life 2: Episode Three as well as cut enemies from Half-Life 2 such as the blobulator) has also been released. (Runtime: 2:01:18)

Included in the anniversary celebrations, several E3 showcases - including the infamous "Free TVs" demo from the SIGGRAPH computer graphics conference - have been uploaded in their entirety.

In terms of deals, Half-Life 2 as well as its episodes are now free to own on Steam until November 18th!

Also:

- Half-Life is $0.99

- Half-Life: Blue Shift is $0.74

- Half-Life: Opposing Force is $0.74

- Half-Life: Alyx is $20.39

- Black Mesa is $4.99

Happy anniversary, Half-Life 2!

[kottkrig]

last anon made me imagine a forsaken essentially botoxing with fromaldehyde to keep their fleshy luster . pro necro-cosmetologists where sometimes all the sloughing and raisinifying of skin just makes you walk out of your botched fromaldehyde appointment with a giant blobule on your head or some shit

I think about cosmetic surgery scene among the undead sometimes there's SO much you can do

And they walk out looking bloated and a little clammy and with their skin re-stretched tightly over their face...

[time-to-time-talk]

Apparently (according to Horikoshi), Tokoyami’s head is not covered in feathers, but is instead covered in hair… 

I hate this

You're gonna tell me, Horikoshi, that the guy with a bird head has no feathers????

THIS GUY HAS NO FEATHERS????

On top of that, he has human teeth which is so odd to me. (The red around his neck being a choker feels wrong too)

These are some of my personal thoughts on Tokoyami’s design. (I guess they are head canons)

With the fact that people with mutant quirks are born with their quirks, this means that Tokoyami's mother birthed a kid that had a beak; when baby birds are born, the beak is soft, so it’s not like it was a horrible struggle (I can only imagine that Koda’s mother needed a c-section to get a fucking rock out of her womb). 

I’d like to say now, my idea of him straight up having a genuine bird head attached to a human body wouldn’t be the prettiest image. Crows (which I will say is the type of bird that Tokoyami is) are hatched without feathers and just look kinda blobuler with vague reminiscence of a bird (thanksgiving turkey, type of shit). Within the first week, feathers begin to grow.

(Silly looking guy^^)

This means that when he was born, Tokoyami had a whack ass little, bird-like, featherless head, and, after a bit of time, his face started to get a blotchy covering of pin feathers… Again, not the prettiest image, but I much prefer this idea than the thought of him having a hair covered face.

Besides, with this idea, imagine how fluffy he was as a kid when his feathers first grew in 😊

Then there was the thing I was saying about his human teeth.. I just don’t like how it looks.

If his head is completely bird like, that means he has no teeth. If he has no teeth, however, that means he can’t chew his food properly… This leads to the introduction of him probably needing a gizzard (basically a bird's form of teeth. It mushes the food up in a way the beak can’t), which thusly introduces the idea that he would eat some rocks and grit and shit (to make the gizzard’s mushing more effective), and that's just a kinda funny image to me (tho, it does mess with my idea that his head is a minor mutation that doesn’t affect him much).

Someone: Hey Tokoyami, you want an apple?

Tokoyami, having recently gotten rid of (🤮) previous grit after it had gotten to smooth: Do you have any rocks?

The other person, confused and vaguely concerned: … no?

Tokoyami: hmm… I’ll have to pass on the apple for now then.

Dark Shadow: I’ll have it! 

(I doubt DS lives by the same bird like regulations as Tokoyami)

[treyatem]

walk cycle i just finished today 🏃(ft. the blobulous tem)

[i-have-41-protons]

Words that may or may not, but probably will, appear in chapter 11 of I Love (Hearing) You (Talk):

Sniggeldunk

Blobulous

Not me just thinking up random words

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Hooligon (again) Debut: Super Paper Mario

That's right! After Mod Chikako and Mod F Boy gave their respective namesakes New Posts, it was only a matter of time that I'd give Hooligon the same treatment. It only took... over a year and a half! Yippee! Good things come to those who wait, and are made by those who procrastinate. Those are words of wisdom that will last you a lifetime!

As you can see in the image above, Hooligon is. Well. It just is! I can't tell you what this is supposed to be! This is easily one of the most abstract enemy designs in the entire Mario franchise, and I love it for precisely that reason. Even by the standards of Super Paper Mario, a game FULL of some of the series' strangest enemies, Hooligon is still weird! I don't know if I can confidently claim Hooligon as the Weirdest Mario Enemy, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's in the top 10.

I can tell you one thing that Hooligon is, and that's a rascal! I mean, the name should be the obvious sign -- Hooligon is a hooligan! Its catch card description states that it loves to wreak havoc in the depths of space, and that they blend into their habitat, waiting to attack... If you go to space, watch out! You might get Hooligon Jumpscared!

This is especially true if you end up in the Whoa Zone, which I assume is their natural habitat. They also appear on Planet Blobule, in Castle Bleck, and in the Flipside Pit of 100 Trials, but I figure the abstract enemy made of green squares is probably from the abstract place also made of green squares. If they're blending into their habitat, then this seems to be the habitat they'd be blending into!

In particular, there's just one room in the Whoa Zone full of Hooligons, with them covering every single surface. There's no escape! Not even in the third dimension, as Hooligons are one of the very few enemies in this game to be three-dimensional! If you're ever feeling down, remember: you have as many dimensions as a weird polygonal snake-type thing in Super Paper Mario (2007)! That always manages to cheer me up.

Hooligons are relatives of the red Eeligon, as an RPG like Super Paper Mario needs to give as many enemies color variations as possible to pad out its bestiary. I'm not complaining! It gives me more to talk about!

For instance, I think "Eeligon" is a funny name. Not as funny as Hooligon, but I appreciate that the localizers decided that this thing is an eel. I guess it's long, and it swims around in space, but that's about where the similarities end. Then again, if starfish and jellyfish can be fish, then sure, why can't Eeligon be an eel? I can't think of anything else it would be.

As discussed in the original post, unlike most color variations, Hooligon and Eeligon are differentiated by their behavior, rather than their health or strength. They have the exact same stats, but Eeligons are swimmers, while Hooligons are hoppers! That being said, for both of them, you need to aim for the head to deal any damage. If you hit their tails, you'll just remove one of their many square segments.

In their Catch Card description, Eeligons are described as having big egos. I don't have anything else to say on that point, I just figured you should know that.

Interestingly enough, despite the fact that Hooligon can be encountered first, appears more frequently, and has the better name, Hooligon is treated as an Eeligon variant, and not the other way around. Hooligon appears after Eeligon in the list of Catch Cards, the variant in the Flopside Pit of 100 Trials is named Dark Eeligon despite having Hooligon behavior, and in Japanese, Eeligon is Furēgon, while Hooligon is Furēgon Plus!

There's not much more to say about these guys. They only appeared in one game, and that's probably the only appearance they're ever gonna get. That being said, I appreciate them a lot. I mean, why wouldn't I? There's a reason I'm Mod Hooligon! Either way, I hope I was able to share some of that appreciation with you. :) Have a nice day

[mara-xx217]

Revisitation (Mouthwashing)

It haunts Anya like a bad dream, or like a skin condition that she can't quite shake off. No amount of scrubbing can get that filth off of her, inside or out.

Yet still, her mind drifts off to that night over and over again...

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Noncon, Past Trauma, Hurt no Comfort, Masturbation, Vomit, Angst

It was everywhere, haunting her. In the corner of her eye. Splattered across her sheets. A ghost constricting her body, never leaving her naked skin, no matter how many times she scrubs it raw in the precious few minutes she has in the communal showers… Anya can’t remove that stain from her body. Maybe she was no longer trying to. Why would she, when it felt like it didn’t even belong to her anymore… 

Whenever she looked into the mirror, Anya could hardly make out the shape of her body. What did it look like? Was she ever pretty, or was she just this ugly, amorphous blob? No structure, no form, no… anything. Any hated looking at herself, and she almost hated touching it more. 

So why couldn’t she stop her mind and hands from wandering away from her? 

That night- ‘night’- haunted her. Anya couldn’t stay in her room, not anymore, so she spent her time in the infirmary. ‘One of the only doors on the ship that locks…’ Anya told this to Curly. He didn’t understand her. None of them did… Though she could at least excuse Swansea and Daisuke. Curly… Curly, too. No matter how much her stomach twists, Anya can’t bring herself to feel angry at him. Not even disappointment, just… Resignation. No one questioned why she spent her days and nights in the infirmary. ‘Woah, you’re so hard working, Anya!’ Daisuke would say to her, face warm and eyes full of admiration. Anya feels sick whenever Daisuke looks at her like that -when he looks at him like that- but she always smiles at him, feeling something like pride, maybe… Pride, recognition. Recognition… It made her skin crawl, and she would scurry back to the infirmary and finger the lock on the door until it was time for ‘lights out’. 

It always happens at night- ‘night’- when the lights are turned down and only the ambient noise of the ship is awake to keep her company. The lock on the infirmary door is firmly lifted down, a bulwark against any invasion of her new sanctuary. It’s just her… Just her… Anya stared at the ceiling, the uncomfortable plastic mattress on the infirmary cot providing little barrier between her and the metal frame underneath, but she would take this over that any day. Her heart slammed in her ears as she strained them, the hairs of her body raising as a nauseating warmth pricked at her skin and sank into the depths of her core. 

N-No. No, no… Not again- 

Fleeing sensations Anya would rather forget were bubbling up all over her body. Sounds rang in her ears, smells tickled and stung her nose… Her vision almost went double, one of her arms suddenly shooting out in front of her and the other in between her legs as a jolt of… something coursed through her nethers. N-Nothing… Nothing! There’s- 

It feels good to touch herself. Good and utterly sickening. Anya wants to vomit every time her fingers dig in between the valley of her thighs, her thin, nighttime shorts leaving little to the imagination in terms of touch. Only touch, she tells herself over and over again. It was no different for her shirt, thin but adequate… but it did nothing to hide her features. Anya crushed one of her breasts under her palm, squirming as she felt her hardened nipple sinking into the soft meat of her chest. 

Meat… Blobulous meat… Flesh… Sacs of ugly fat… 

It rolled nicely under her palm, almost inviting to the touch. Anya dug her fingers into it, much like she did in between her folds, with intense pressure, with short nails that left crescent shaped marks in their wake, even through her clothing. She wasn’t sure if she liked the feeling or not. It barely felt like anything at all. Anya pinched her nipple in between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it around and wincing as she dug her nails into it. 

It still- still- doesn’t feel right… 

Anya flipped onto her side, pulling her legs towards her chest until she was in the fetal position. Her preferred sleeping position. She screwed her eyes shut, heart thumping in her chest and leaping into her throat as she slid her palm against her chest. Slowly… 

Mapping the concur of her breasts with gentle touches. It causes revulsion, fear -arousal- to pool in her lower gut. A gentle squeeze. Soft massaging, so subtle that even though they were her own hands -this time- she nearly mistook them for another’s. Delicate circles drawn around her nipples, drawing them to their peak height. Her shirt was slowly pushed up, until her breasts shivered free and settled against her bare body. A soft flick, pressure on top of them and caresses that make her brows furrow and a whimper of apprehension escape from the back of her throat through thin lips. 

Anya pulls her shorts to the side, slowly, carefully, inching her fingers in between her thighs. Her pubic hair tickles the skin of her hand, already moist from the uncomfortable foreplay she had engaged in with herself. It’s just me… Only me… It can- I can

“...s-stop…” A soft whimper escapes her mouth, vaguely forming the shape of a single word. Stop. It’s something that has died in the depths of her body and began to rot. Anya could feel it leaking out of her without end every time the lights on the ship darkened. It stained her company-issued underwear, wetted her thighs, caused a deep-set ache to throb and pound inside of her. Anya’s nose scrunched up and her throat tightened as her fingers slid against her clit, slick with something not just undesired but unwanted. Invasive. Intrusive. 

A long, pathetically thin finger slowly pushed inside, catching at the entrance. Body was trying to squeeze it out unconsciously, the force needed to breach past it so great that it caused the body to jolt and backs to arch. Soft. Warm. Wet… Walls were tight, clinging to the digit as hips tried to squirm away from the foreign insertion. It became easier. Wetter… Hotter. Speed was increased, the ceiling hooked into and pulled until a gasp couldn’t be suppressed. 

“...s-stop… Stop… N-No…” 

An electric jolt shocked through, from head to toe, as a nipple was tweaked and pulled. Another finger was added, scissoring against one another and curling into that spot inside that caused a moan of disgusted pleasure. Hot breath on neck, against hair… Sticky and wet. Fingers pull out and relief follows. Then horror and glee as something thicker, hotter, takes its place. 

She forced another finger inside of herself, gritting her teeth through the pain and revolting feeling. 

Just the bulbous head, in and out, then the rest all at once. Stretching. Burning pain… Nausea and pinching deep inside. It retreats then pushes forward. Retreats then pushes forward. Retreat. Advance. Retreat. Advance. Resistance begins to falter. Pulling back is no longer an option. The advantage is pressed hard. The ship shakes and jolts from the loss of ground, shifting until there is nowhere to look other than the ground. Hands are bound behind the back and the face is pushed down, the final blow impending any moment 

Panting, Anya jerks her shorts down to her knees, chewing on the crappy pillow covered in her tears, saliva and sweat as she pulls her fingers out, only to shove them back in with enough force to make her scream. 

but the assault deepens instead. Pushing deeper inside. Speed increased. Force increased. Face smothered into the ground. Blows from behind. Scalp stings from pulling, pulling, pulling. All must be silent. Those in the midst don’t cry. They bite the bullet and take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take

It came. 

Throbbing. Wet. Short jolts. Grinding. Blinding. Euphoric. A dull pain and something unwanted left behind in the stead of something lost… 

Anya scratched at it. Shoveling the rot that was left behind in the wake of an assault. Was it planned…? Or was it just spontaneous? Does it even matter in the end? She wept as she felt herself leaking around her fingers. It won’t come out… No matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to reach it. It’s inside. Growing… Can’t anyone else see it? Smell it? She vomits on herself. Hot, bitter liquid splatters on her chest and the inside of her shirt, staining the pillow underneath her head. 

Was this really fair? It wasn’t just, but what about fair? Her hips grinded against her fingers, the pounding heat inside of her core still not soothed in the slightest. She can’t do this… Anya can’t do this. Tears welled in her eyes as her vomit began to dry on her skin. She can’t do this. She can’t do anything… Her life might as well be over before she’s had the chance to do a damn thing with it. Especially since someone else already forced such irreversible choices onto her. 

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[muffin-snakes-art]

I love how Kirby is just a squishy n bouncy little blob in your art

Actually i love how bouncy your art is in general but ESPECIALLY kirby. It’s all so cute

Thank you sm !! I must draw Kirby as blobulous as possible every time

[leafboy-the-great]

Sometimes you just gotta blobulate on the floor

[freakoutgirl]

*want to be pretty* *remembers that prettiness is an evil concept* *blobulates*

[rancid-rotten-slobs]

Luis was a well known duelist but not for why you'd expect. He did want to be a strong duelist but thanks to his cards, it was rather difficult. His signature card was Dark Magician Girl and, whilst most were normal, his was...strange. She was blobulous, fat, slobby, gassy and disgusting. Though what made it worse was that he could actually talk to it and it could talk to him...and it never had anything useful to say.

"BWOOOOOOOOORP! Luis... Can we get burgers today? I'm starving! It feels like I haven't eaten in hours!" Magi whined as she floated around her master with her massive jiggly belly on full display as she whined and complained for a good meal. Luis was one of the few duelists blessed with the ability to see duel spirits unfortunate he just happened to make a connection with a joke reprint of the dark magician girl. A simple gag card gave birth to a brand new duel spirit albeit a very lazy and slobby one.

[brazenautomaton]

Say more on the antimemetics division ending? I dont know what you mean by the Goku thing (I read the whole series of stories very fast recently, and haven't watched any dragonball but know a decent amount about it through osmosis)

Goku has nothing to do with it and that's the point,

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so the guy Adam gets all the way to the super vault where what's his face is hiding, right, and he's like "Ah, I'm a blob now! I have the machine! I've been waiting for the key to the super meme that can defeat 3125! Even though memes are ideas I will not explain this idea! But oh no, you don't have the key to the super meme! Only Marion did!"

So Adam is injected with a science fiction drug that brings her back in his mind, and she becomes the super meme. She ascends, beats 3125 with a fight that is more like doing math than a fight, and goes off to become a star looking down on us.

None of these things have anything to do with the traits of the characters we've seen or the ideas that have been present in the story. This meme, this idea that is so powerful it defeats 3125, is handwaved away in a summation. Adam doesn't get back Marion because he was connected to her, knew her, was affected by her even without his memory, or anything that made his character traits relevant. He got her back by being injected with a science fiction drug. Marion doesn't defeat 3125 by showing off anything about her personality -- she doesn't beat it by, say, inserting herself in with no memories because you're as good as you get on your first day. She doesn't cynically and bluntly deconstruct the logical flaws in its composition the way she has so many other things. She doesn't reveal she realized something about what she'd been doing to set this up without remembering it. There isn't even a call back to any of the other stories where she learns something and then someone dies and she has to amnesticize herself and the whole thing is pointless. The thing she does to win has nothing to do with anything that she is, or anything in the story. The story just tells us she can be the core of the super meme, and then she beats it, and it's like doing math, and there is no detail, and it is not linked to anything we know or saw, and then she vanishes to be a star.

Now imagine this. Adam gets to the secret vault with Doctor Blobulous. And Doctor Blobulous says "I have a way to ascend a meme up high enough to beat 3125, but I need the core of the idea that can beat 3125! You aren't the one who has it, but someone does!" And he injects Adam with the science fiction drug, and Adam sees Goku. From Dragonball. And Goku rises up into space to fight 3125, and he shoots it with the biggest energy blast ever, and 3125 is blasted into the Sun and dies, and Goku flies off to the galaxy to save other planets in danger.

That ending makes exactly as much sense as the real one. It has exactly as much to do with the preceding story as the real one. In fact, it would be slightly more valid, because Goku is the idea of a hero for a lot of people on this planet, and Marion isn't, and Goku represents an ideal to them, and Marion doesn't, and Goku solves problems by flying into space and blasting, and Marion doesn't.

[dualityxfman]

Don’t question why the punisher is in a pink nun costume. He holds up a worse sparkly pink cowboy outfit

❛ I’m not going alone to the Barbie movie, Livio. I got ya a perfect outfit to match Spikes and I. ❜

Livio stood there -stunlocked- by the grotesque sight before him. How was he suppose to act when Nico was just standing there, being swallowed by some hot pink blobulous entity. And why, more importantly, in the hell was Nico holding up a skimpy outfit for HIM to wear.

Sigh. Of all the things in the world Nico could have given him.

" No. "

...and within the same breath, Livio snatches the horrific outfit in his hands and tucked the hat underneath his arm before heading towards his room to change.

" Happy? "

[galaxygerm103]

My personal explanation is that because SPM takes place in different dimensions/worlds, the space in that game doesn’t have as much oxygen as the space surrounding the Mushroom World (what i call it). Because you visit 2 places in SPM’s outer space where u don’t need the helmet (Planet Blobule and the Woah Zone), so I think SPM space works more like our space.

[dionnedlc]

(From Jan 22)

‘Make America Great Again’

I have been really distraught over feeling alienated with the many people around me --some who I care about. They repeat the "make america great again" mantra. It always leaves me in a rabbit hole of thoughts.

It is obvious to me that “Take us back” and “make America great again” type of rhetoric is a nostalgia based weapon that disguises itself as a national community.

With repetition, hearing a phrase over and over again becomes a mantra and soon becomes embedded in our minds. When things are repeated as mantra, it is extremely important to question what it means and what does the mantra imply?

In Kurt Vonneguts book, "Slaughterhouse-Five" the phrase 'so it goes' is repeated over and over. But when it is repeated is the interesting part. It is only said during times of death. When people are murdered--'so it goes'. When a fly dies from drowning in a glass of water--'so it goes'. The phrase ‘so it goes’ can easily be replaced with 'oh well, it happens'. The mantra that starts to diminish death, in a book about war. Kurt Vonnegut is brilliant to bring attention to this phenomenon. Now, in the age of short form content, this concept holds even more weight.

"make america great again" doesn't sound dangerous, and is very reminiscent to the harmless appearance of "so it goes".

Again, what does this mantra mean or imply? Was America great for all in the past? Just off the top of my head, I can't possibly name all the progress we have made for humanity, but isn't it crazy to think that segregation only happened 60 years ago? Sit with that. That was someone's version of America back in the again.

I find it so incredibly sad that LGBTQ+ are still fighting for equality and the right to exist in 2025. Should we reverse the progresses we have made in order to 'go back'? Medicine, tech, invention, we've done impressive things.

I also find it ironic that the source of this mantra is embracing Ai so fully without checks and balances—just following the money. Doesn’t the mantra hold specific implications of a traditional past? So then, it is clear we are picking and choosing what "Making America Great Again" applies to.

This again brings up the biggest question of: what different versions of america is every single person talking about when talking about being “great again” then? We are all different with different experiences, so it’s definitely not collective.

Using such an abstract montra to reach the most people is a propaganda technique depending on intent. And this intent seems clear that it wants to appeal to individual nostalgia and personal thoughts of what old america was. If you are vague enough it can apply to anyone, and especially to those who have always lived with privilege.

But it has an ominous undertone. This mantra might make some people comfortable with using violence or misinformation to get what they want— anything to get back to a past they think they personally remember. It signals to dangerous groups, that 'yes we are talking to you too! Your america, the one with segregation, was great!'

I am not saying all who believe this mantra are dangerous, but you have to ask yourself, how good is a mantra if it also has the ability to encourage the interpretation of violence or otherness so easily?

The cost to others in order to reach this blobulous concept becomes less important because your america was the best. It becomes a “Sometimes you have to do a hard thing to get back to safety” type of mentality. That mentality becomes increasingly scared of growth and change.

But our memories are often flawed. We should always ask ourselves, Was the past really so good? Ask questions. Ask ‘why?’

How is growth not better?

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All of this is not to hold on to despair. I want to believe my loved ones and close 'neighbors'--not random internet extremists--are just dangerously misinformed. People are scared of the unknown, and scared of feeling dumb.

It might be easy to believe that the majority who support of a divisive and dangerous person are all bad, but I have to believe in the rational of my neighbors. Miseducation is literally the tool to control.  

Hanlon's Razor states, “never attribute malice to that which can be adequately explained by ignorance, neglect, or incompetence.

Not everyone has grown up with the same access to developing empathy, but we all have the ability to change and grow.

Education and critical thinking is so important.

Sentiments I Want to Remember:

Pay attention to where your attention is going--especially online. Be empathetic.

“Any simple narrative is always going to be untrue. The narrative that humanity is just a piece of crap—it’s just not true because it’s so straight forward and simple! The idea that humans are good is untrue, the idea that humans are bad is untrue. We are both and not either or…” (John Green, YouTube. “Broadly in favor of Humans”)

Along with books that have changed my life, and artistic media. I'll always want to learn from people who use education to help their community grow and think critically.

Remind yourself of experiences and information that makes our communities better. Growth from history.

Don’t always take things at face value, especially if it’s regarding important information, and even if it supports your own opinions.

Don't let the internet negativity swallow you. I heard somewhere that the internet is great at amplifying extremes. And I think thats true.

These are just my organized thoughts, just to break free of the spiral I've been feeling about information and my fellow neighbors.

Stay positive, and keep in the moment. Take care of your brain—that includes drinking water and taking screen breaks.

Books I've been thinking about:

Green, John. The Anthropocene Reviewed: Essays on a Human-Centered Planet. 2021.

Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World. 2006.

Vonnegut, Kurt. Slaughterhouse-Five: Or the Children's Crusade. 1969.

[sillyrabbot]

This beard is out of control right now… time to shave it and get cotton mouth from eating Link’s pathetic Blobulator energy bars