my favourite memory of harvest moon ds is the one time where the game glitched and my game became haunted with a ghost child who didnt exist
i was married to celia in the game and id come home after working around 6 pm -ish and went inside and the game cut to a cutscene which happens on special events
celia was inside and asked me if i remembered what day it was, and gave me three options
My Birthday
Your Birthday
‘s Birthday
i knew it wasnt mine or her’s birthday, so i chose the weird third option and she just said “that’s right!” and the camera panned over to the dining table to show our kid sitting at the table, ready to celebrate his birthday
except we never had a kid, at any point. i hadnt gotten that far yet.
celia was acting like it was totally normal, which scared me even more, because this kid was not even hers. it was the default baby you get from one of the other girls, not even celia’s, and he’d just materialized in my home, brainwashed my wife into thinking he was our son, and forced her to think it was its birthday
the next day the child was gone, celia had no memory of ever giving birth. life moved on. but i never forgot.
if you dont believe me heres an awfully recorded video of it happening to someone else
Okay no. This shit is so fucking satisfying. I can not tell you the joy it brings me when an underage kid tries to buy GTA and when I tell them they need a parent, they go get said parent, and then I say “hey, this game is rated M for these reasons” AND THE PARENTS GET SO APPALLED AND SAY “NO WAY YOU ARE NOT GETTING THAT GAME.” And the look of hatred the kids give me is so raw and pure it gives me fucking life. Damn I miss GameStop.
Keeping online matches safe from annoying 13 year olds.
OKAY FRIENDS SINCE YOU LIKE HEARING ABOUT 13 YEAR OLDS GETTING OWNED LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ONE OF MY GREATEST ACHIEVEMENTS SO FAR AS AN EMPLOYEE OF GAMESTOP.
It was spring 2014, early in the week. Pretty sure it was a Tuesday, but it’s been awhile. It was so dead in our store, I hadn’t seen anyone in over 40 minutes. Eventually, in comes this mom and we start chatting. She said she was here to buy her son a game he wanted, Grand Theft Auto 5, and could I help her find it?
Now, I’m sure many of you are aware how awful Grand Theft Auto 5 is in terms of violence, gore, and sexism. But in case you don’t, the Grand Theft Auto series has always been one of the most violent series that you can buy in stores. The very first GTA was banned in Brazil and condemned in several countries, GTA 5 has a graphic torture scene that is player initiated. GTA: San Andreas had the Hot Coffee scandal which happened in 2004 when modders found unused code in the game for a sex minigame that was player controlled. And that’s only the beginning of the controversies surrounding the GTA series (click here to read more! XXXXXXX )
Anyways, back to me and the Mom. Who will now be referred to as Mom because she is that awesome. Since I was behind the counter I pulled a copy of GTA 5 from backstock and started ringing her up while making polite chitchat, the usual cashier stuff. But everything changed when I asked for her ID because of the M rating. At first Mom replied, “Oh sure thing let me grab it.” And started digging in her purse. But then what I said registered with her and she paused and looked at me.
“M rating? What does that mean?”
“Oh GTA 5 is rated M for violence, gore, bad language, and other stuff”. I won’t bore you with the whole spiel I go into when I’m asked about the M rating but basically I just explain why the game is rated M, what the M rating means, and that they can go on ESRB.org to see why it got that rating.
So I tell Mom about the website and she whips out her cell phone and gets on the site and starts reading. And she got MAD. She starts telling me about how her son knows she doesn’t like this sort of game and how he is going to be in so much trouble because he knows better than to ask for this sort of thing as she doesn’t tolerate this in her house. And he is so grounded for thinking he could get away with this. Then, Mom looked me in the eye and asked me to look up several other games for her to see if he’d done this with any other games.
“Yea sure thing, which games would you like me to look up?”
“Bioshock 2.”
“I can already tell you without looking that Bioshock 2 is rated M.”
“MY CHILD IS SO GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. What about the first Bioshock?”
“Yep, that’s also rated M.”
“OH MY GOSH, what about Gears of War?”
“That entire series is rated M.”
To spare y’all from another 10 rounds of that, basically take every popular M rated title from the last 5 years and insert them in the above dialogue.
Eventually, Mom says “Oh my gosh, you must think me a horrible parent. I can’t believe I let him have those games.”
“Ma’am, I don’t think that at all. The fact that you’re concerned about this tells me that you are a good parent. And just so you know instead of throwing out those games you’re more than welcome to trade them in here and get some store credit or cash back for them.”
“Really? I’ll have to do that, I don’t want him playing those games anymore.”
“Yea, we also take gaming consoles, iphones, and tablets too!”
“Oh that’s wonderful! Thank you for being so patient with me and telling me all about this. I’m going home and to go through his gaming collection right now!”
And off she went, leaving me bored till I finally got to leave for the night.
BUT THAT’S NOT THE END. THIS IS WHEN SHIT GETSAWESOME.
The next day I’m working again, bored out of my goddamn mind. There’s only so many times you can alphabetize the store before going insane. As I’m looking out the window I see a car pull up and Mom hops out and then pulls out two huge duffel bags and walks in.
“Hey welcome back to Gamestop! What can I help you with!”
“Oh I’m so glad you’re here! So last night I went through my son’s game collection and most of them are rated M! So I decided to teach him a lesson about why you don’t lie to your mother. Seeing as I bought him these consoles and most of the games were bought with my money, his game consoles and games actually belong to me. Therefore, I would like to trade in all this.“ And proceeds to pull out his XBox 360, PS3, and every game he had for both consoles (over 50!) as well all the extra controllers and headsets he had.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.“ I will never forget her smile when she said this nor the look in her eye. This is not a woman to be crossed.
So I traded everything in and she got back over $300 in store credit for everything. And with it she bought a Wii, a couple extra controllers, and a couple games rated E. Then she looked me in the eye and asked if we had any extra boxes laying around for the XBox One and if so could she have one?
“Are you going to put the Wii in it and give it to him?“
“Yes. Along with a note saying that this is what happens when you abuse the trust of your mother. I’m going to make sure this never happens again.“ It is at this point that Mom ascended to God Tier status with all Gamestop employees falling to their knees for a chance to bask in her glory.
I got her an XBox One box and sent her on her way after asking her to take the survey on the receipt.
“Oh of course dear, you’ve been such a big help. Let me write down your name so I don’t forget it.”
“Of course! I’m Lexi, but if your son asks my name is Deegan.“ (Deegan was my store’s manager at the time.
And then she left, leaving me with the best trade numbers of the month and the greatest story I’ll likely ever be apart of at GameStop. Mom, I never got your name, but you are my personal Gamestop Hero.
For my English essay we were allowed a sheet of notes so I literally spent a week developing THE perfect essay and then summarising each paragraph into one line of shorthand in tiny writing 100%, A*
in US Government last year our teacher said we could have one notecard to use as a cheat sheet and gave us a whole packet (meaning like 10 pages) of things that would be on our test. he said, and i quote, “there is no way to fit everything youre going to need on there so you better study” i fit every last piece of info on that card and didnt study at all i got an a
moral of the story: dont tell me what i can and cannot do
before my midterm in Modern Physics, my teacher told us a story about how one kid kept switching glasses during an exam. he walked over and the kid had red glasses and blue glasses and kept switching between them because he wrote his notecard in red and blue ink. he made a 3d note card.
#how the fuck?
Well, when you use the red glasses, the red ink becomes invisible so you are able to read the blue ink. Vice verse with the blue glasses.
Answer them all like this is a tag, or ask your followers to send you some numbers :) Whatever floats your boat! Either way, I hope this helps you develop your OC’s more :D
What’s the first thing your OC thinks about when they wake up in the morning?
Does your OC believe that there’s no “i” in “team”?
Has your OC ever run away from a dangerous situation?
Name one thing that is guaranteed to make your OC laugh.
Does your OC like to plan ahead?
How does your OC kill time?
What is your OC’s most valued material object?
What would your OC score on an IQ test? Would they agree with this score?
Is appearance a big deal to your OC?
Can your OC whistle?
Does your OC prefer animals to people, vice-versa, or both?
Does your OC take time to self-reflect at all?
Does your OC invite company to their home often?
Would your OC prefer to travel on foot, or through a faster mode of transportation?
Does your OC make their own outfits/armor?
Does your OC use silverware or would they rather just eat with their hands?
Does your OC snore?
Which of your OC’s 5 senses are strongest?
Does your OC change their appearance often?
Is your OC well-liked?
Is your OC optimistic, pessimistic, or realistic?
Does your OC prefer knowledge, or wisdom?
Does your OC have to worry about money?
If your OC has friends, what are some of the qualities your OC has that made them friends? If they don’t have friends, why not?
Does your OC prefer warm weather, or cool weather?
Does your OC tend to hoard junk?
Does your OC suffer from headaches, body aches, or the like? If so, what causes them?
Is your OC a trouble-maker, or a peace-keeper?
What are your OC’s thoughts on the concept of slavery? (Whether it is a problem in their world or not.)
Does your OC have any unusual talents or abilities?
What would be your OC’s favorite movie genre?
Would your OC be better at an obstacle course, or a standardized test?
Is your OC good at lying?
In high-stress situations, does your OC panic, or remain calm?
How many languages does your OC speak? Why/how did they learn more than one language? If they only know one language, why is that?
Is your OC easily distracted?
When your OC is feeling down, what/who keeps them going?
Is your OC selfish?
Does your OC look down at the ground while they’re walking, or do they look forward?
Does your OC like hugs?
Is your OC patient? Why or why not?
Would your OC ever prank anyone? Who?
What is your OC’s main goal right now?
Does your OC have any pet-peeves?
Does your OC ever think about their future?
Has your OC ever compromised their beliefs? If yes, why? If not, would they ever?
What is your OC’s greatest accomplishment, to date?
guy at disney: sir? stitch, a small logic defying blue alien from outer fucking space, needs a heterosexual romance
disney ceo: okay….but we gotta know she’s Female, do u understand? ….she needs long antennae..like long hair..mascara…smooth chest that sticks out a little more because we need to be reminded that she still got titties even tho she’s a tiny fucking alien
guy at disney: should we make her pink, sir?
disney ceo: ricky you goddamn genius. here are my keys. go to my house and fuck my wife
Angel was created via design contest by a child named Kim, not some guy at Disney.
Check the wiki
And how do I know??? Because I, at age 7, was so paranoid about my parents finding out I submitted to the contest “without parent permission” that I submitted as “Kim (Possible)” instead of my name
This is so awkward and embarrassing lol
IM SCREAMING LMAO I DIDN’T SEE THE SECOND PART OF THE POST
One time at camp I was telling my cabin The Princess Bride and at THE PERFECT MOMENT one of my girls says to me, “Is this gonna be a kissy story?” I was speechless.
“I’m not a witch, I’m your wife!”
“Go away or I’ll call the brute squad.”
“I’m on the brute squad.”
“You ARE the brute squad.”
“Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.”
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
