electricity tickles the meat so that different slimes come out. sometimes the slime feels good sometimes bad. some people make more bad slime than good slime. that’s called clinical depression.
Remember when Iwata spent three weeks alongside the Melee team debugging the gameplay so they could make their deadlines
Remember when Iwata cut his pay when the Wii U was losing fiscally to make sure nobody on his team had to suffer on behalf of those losses, because he believed the system couldn’t make it without everyone’s participation
Remember when he ported Pokemon Stadium’s battle system in a week without reference sheets
Remember when he originally helped work on Mother and basically helped the series exist
Remember when he compressed Pokemon Gold and Silver to even less than half its original size to fit in Kanto, something the original dev team didn’t even think was something they were gonna do or even could do themselves
Remember all those goofy montages he went out of his way to make fun of himself for so we could laugh
Remember how he refused to let Nintendo become active on the mobile market, effectively having made the company truer to core principles of videogames than most
Remember how people actually hated him and how he had to return from work tired every night probably having to keep this in mind
I was cleaning my room this morning and I came to a sudden epiphany.
Santa Claus is a fucking Bard of Time.
That’s right. This motherfucker:
Is one of these motherfuckers:
I mean, Santa has a lot of bard-like qualities. He’s always dormant throughout the entire year up until Christmas Eve. That’s when he just suddenly does his thing, going out to every house in one night and giving every kid their presents. This reminds me of when Gamzee became sobor and went batshit crazy. And after Karkat shooshed him, He just went around and did his own thing. Except, rather than going on a murder spree, Santa travels around the world delivering presents in one night. Also, about that; I think Santa invites the destruction of Time so that he can do that. Time folds and wrinkles around itself as Santa moves from house to house, allowing him to perform his feat all before sunrise. Timezones? Santa doesn’t give a shit about them. It’s like Time doesn’t apply to Santa on Christmas Eve. He breaks it for one night, and does it again the next year. It’s actually kind of badass in my opinion. Also, destroying Time could be how he’s seemingly immortal. Or, at most, he just slowed down his aging by a lot.
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.
