beard ひげ @beardalaxy@gameliberty.club

hmn, more vitiligo spots. slowly but surely i will be the supreme white man.

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these games have a $20 difference. one is going to almost certainly be better than the other. can you guess which one?

there are a shit ton of full game ocarina of time mods out there. missing link, indigo, sealed palace, to name a few. it's really cool that you can find more content for the same game that you loved so much.

Personally, I don't care how easy or difficult a game is as long as I'm having fun. I don't like playing Dark Souls because I legitimately don't have fun while playing it, but playing Devil May Cry on Dante Must Die mode is a lot more fun despite still being pretty challenging. There is nothing more fun, in my opinion, that exploiting a game and feeling that sense of accomplishment that you were able to get around the "intended experience" in the first place. I will go out of my way to try and break something or do it in the unintended way, and often times that turns out to take so much longer than it would if I had just done it the intended way, but I get a lot more enjoyment out of it.

I only wrote this here in such detail so I wouldn't forget it. Writing about your dreams right after you wake up helps you remember them and future ones as well.

Man my dream last night was wacky. I have a friend getting married soon so I went to his reception in the dream, which happened twice for some reason. The first time it was in a smallest room and they were having a lot of technical difficulties with his laptop trying to play a video on a projector so I tried to get on the laptop to troubleshoot and gay furry porn started playing. Eventually I got it to stop and figured out the slideshow and nobody said anything. His wife apparently had diabetes in the dream and needed sugar immediately or she would pass out. She asked if I had anything sugary and I said I didn't even though I had a bunch of pocky with me. So she kept going around asking people and someone eventually gave her mini churros.

Then, there was a second reception that took place in the grand ballroom at my work, though it looked slightly different. My entire family was there for some reason and a shit ton of other people I haven't seen in years. The weirdest inclusion was a girl who was wearing a tight gingham dress and was there to write about the reception. Apparently we had some history because there was this tension between us the whole time. I wanted to ask for her number but just didn't for some reason, but as the reception went on we talked more and more and eventually she led me out into the hallway and we snuck around, looking at the reception from all these different, exterior angles. She then told me to go to a certain spot in the ballroom and look a certain direction, and so I did and she flung her panties at me which ricocheted off my chest and hit some other dude in the face.

The reception was over so I started to work on getting everything cleaned up, there was something about a non-Euclidean bathroom for some reason but I don't remember it much. One of my friends had eaten only cans he brought from home and instead of opening them from the top he cut windows in the sides of them. Then some other guy came in and started helping clean up too so I had to direct him what to do.

The girl took me over to a school library after that and was looking for a certain book, so I asked what she was looking for and it turns out her dad was a famous author that wrote a fantasy book that inspired the original Legend of Zelda. She had millions of dollars to her name because she had inherited his wealth.

There was some more interaction with the girl outside where she gave me a hug and I wanted to ask her out, but didn't. It was a pretty intense feeling of connection that got broken off and I went back home.

At home, which was remarkably similar in layout to my current house which NEVER happens, the girl was just living with us. Two of us guys were already in the master bedroom and she took the top bunk of the other one's bunk bed. I wasn't surprised either, it was just as it she had lived with us all along. What I was surprised at though was when the guy who just got married came home with a half black dude that looked like Eric Andre. They were both sweating bullets and just got back from a workout. I asked how it went and they said it was fine and walked downstairs.

I went to bed then, alongside everyone else, and the Eric Andre looking dude's head appeared in the window with an elongated neck and started to sing Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here, except some of the lyrics were about characters from games and TV shows. The scene slowly transitioned from the window to a galaxy, his floating head and neck just floating around.

I woke up in the dream the next day. The girl was in the closet and I walked out the living room to see the Eric Andre guy walking up the stairs with a guitar. He asked me to help him get on the lease and I didn't even know he was staying with us, but I told him I would get it sorted out with the office anyway. His friend picked him up in a white van but the dude and his van had these massive tendril parasites all over, embedded inside of him and stuff. He seemed like he was in pain but Eric didn't think anything of it, just got in the van and they left. There were still some parasites left behind on our front porch though so we called maintenence to come clean them up.

I went back inside and looked up this book the girl's dad wrote and, turns out in released in 1923. 100 years ago. So either her dad had her when he was super old, or she was a lot older than she looked (early 20s).

Then I woke up. Super strange dream, I can't remember the last time I had one that long. It even had a full on musical number in it like wtf was that about?

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