I honestly think this makes a pretty good fit.
Castlevania’s flashy, ornate aesthetic and over-the-top dramatics could transition nicely to the stage.
Like, imagine the WHAT IS A MAN monologue being belted out from centerstage under a spotlight and accompanied by organ music.
Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting “vintage alternative” music and it was fucking “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.
Vintage.
I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.
Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…
Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.
Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…
Honestly, it’s been so long I’m not sure I can even differentiate anymore.
Flanders’s breakdown is the most earned and satisfying character moment in television history.
Hank Hill voice:
“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”
This is the kind of magazine page that 90s-kid-me would stare at for hours fantasizing over. Even looking at it now, it’s surprisingly easy for me to ignore the objective technical limitations and get hyped.
Side note: can we talk about that 1ST PC GUN on the mid-left there? Dude…
This isn’t even my final formal.
Yeah, I’m with you there.
Still my favorite Cake song and one of my go-to karaoke tracks. 😎
Man…remember when we thought that W was as bad as it possibly could get?
I never tasted a more delicious pizza than the personal pan pepperoni I earned from absolutely crushing the Book-It program. That big holographic button, covered in achievement stars. The pizza. Pure bliss.
Why they changed it, I can’t say…
Take her to paladinner and a movie?
(Sorry.)