Q:We're always here for you , man. : )
Thank you very much. ;w;
Though we know so little beyond the official trailer, Fighting game specialist Maximillian digs deep and tries to get some of the basics of the game down for all of us! He also shares some thoughts about how much Pokken will influence the next generation of the FG players.
Note: Psyduck is Max’s favorite Pokemon.
No this is not funny.
Whether or not it is a joke, I’ve gone onto the channel and there are multiple videos similar to this, which makes me think they’re fake.
These videos enforce the idea to parents that yes, the answer to stop your child becoming obsessed with games is to DESTROY them.
No. This is not funny. It is things like this that cause events such as the father who SHOT his daughter’s laptop to bits to occur. These jokes enforce the attitude that people are ‘wrong’ for loving games.
For wanting to play games.
For some people (including myself), games are a serious escape from horrid realities. The only escape some people can get. The idea that this man (boy?) is wrong for being so upset is disgusting to me?
This is horrific. This is abuse. This is wrong.
This hurts my heart…
I don’t even have to wonder what he’d be trying to escape, if his parents are like this.
Fuck. I’d throw myself on the lawn in sheer honestly. >I
Warning: Long post
… If I may, I’d like to share a little story with my new followers, and to some who happen to stumble upon this post.
When I was still a very young child, I got hooked into drawing, mainly, Pokemon, mostly because their designs are so unique and there’s so many of them to draw back then. Until now, actually.
Now, as a child, I’m a very, very persistent person. Once I got going, I couldn’t stop until I had to do something else. Every day, I drew a Pokemon, up until I got to finish all 150, using only trading cards as reference. (I knew nothing about Mew back then)
I was excited to show it to my parents. I was excited to show it to my friends.
I was happy.
Emphasis on the word: Was.
I was about to show it to my father, excited about how I had a worthwhile hobby. But when I did, he told me something. Something that burned itself in my mind for the rest of my life: “Are you really gonna waste your time on drawing monsters?" It discouraged me. This is my first-ever depression. And it left a mark I couldn’t erase.
Throughout the years, I’ve been honing my skill, getting better and better with drawing as time passed by. But unfortunately, my father also frequently discovered my doodles, and also kept hiding my drawing materials. I had to use my tiny allowance to buy pencils and paper just to keep my art drive going.
But then, the most traumatic time of my life came.
First year High School. I became the president of the school’s (rather small) Arts Club. Despite my father’s clear disinterest, I was eager to tell him that I became the leader of something. That I wasn’t just “some kid”.
I came home, and found no one, So I took a short nap. Moments later, I woke up to smoke. Thinking that someone left the stove open, I grabbed my school bag and ran outside. But I realized, my bag was completely empty. And that the fire wasn’t from inside. It was from the back. Worried, I ran there.
What I saw terrified me.
A billowing cloud of dark-grey smoke, emanating from a large pile of… something. I thought my dad was burning some fallen leaves or probably old newspapers.
He walked towards, and then past me, an eerie smile on his face.
"I burned all your little "masterpieces". Now, get this through your thick skull: Drawing’s for kids. Cartoons are for kids. Don’t waste your life on such garbage. Listen to me and listen good. I don’t want to see you drawing ANYTHING. Ever. Again. Got it?”
I did nothing but cry for the rest of the day. Dreams broken, spirit broken, life broken.
Since then, I’ve been drawing a lot less, but it didn’t stop me. I drew anyway.
And then, I discovered OCTs. They all sounded so cool, because you get to win prizes for making characters and pitting them against others’. I really wanted to join PCBC once, but unfortunately I got news that it was on its’ final season. So, I laid low for a while and started looking for others.
Then I stumbled upon End Run, a WW2-themed Pokemon OCT. Obviously I joined. I was nervous, met a few people, so on. But then as the rounds passed, my relationship with the competitors got deeper. They became more than just acquaintances. They became friends. Best friends. Really close friends. Friends I can count on. Friends that cared about me. And it was an unforgettable experience overall.
So, to my End Run friends, even though some of you don’t follow me anymore, or have probably forgotten about me entirely…
I sincerely thank you. Thank you for making those few months the best ones I’ve had in a while. Thank you for keeping my spirits up. Thank you for making me continue drawing. Thank you for changing my life.
Disney movies in order of historical setting
(Excludes most of the package films. Some films, eg The Lion King, are impossible to pin down exactly and some, like Aladdin and Treasure Planet, are anachronistic, so these are estimations. A few have been split into 2 if there is more than one time period in the movie, and sequels have been put together.)
I am honestly going to post this everyday.
Spread awareness people.
This makes me feel a million times better.
I’m 5’2” and around 180. Yes this makes me feel go about myself. *sighs*
5’0” and 145 pounds.. OF MUSCLE (and some boob) >:D
I was 197 pounts when I was like 15…
I’m 5’1 and I’m a little over 140. Fuck it, I can reach my toes and actually flexible.
I’m 5’6”, and weigh around 154.32 pounds.
…Apparently I’m in the perfect range?
Q:Do you even read Deadpool comics?
Being good to each other is so important, guys.
This was good, and then it got amazing.