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I haven't actually played Odyssey, so I don't have, like, an exact list of all the enemies or anything, but I do remember the marketing including a literal, actual dinosaur and a lot of the Mario canon pales to a literal, actual dinosaur in my mind so I guess that's your answer. Maybe a Magikoopa because magic, but still... Dinosaur.

i think you got this way back when i did that mashup thread but it didn't get a /10 score so here it is again

fine what about the original then

music starts about twenty seconds in if you don't want the first part of the backstory in (subtitled) icelandic also the rest of the song is in icelandic too

I remember having to take Myers-Briggs (or similar) tests a bunch as a kid and always getting different results but this seems pretty consistent with the more recent ones so I guess it all tracks.

Melissa watched as Kazu Eilhart Shioda (that was a name and a half, though Melissa supposed she’d included the “Thomas” part of her name on more than one occasion, so it was only fair) merrily walked away with a spring in his step and a tune in his heart. An odd feeling welled up inside her. A good odd, of course, she had taken time out of her day to help somebody and that always felt nice, but also she felt like she was the one receiving something in the end. She held up the card Kazu gave her and said its name aloud again. “Rain Bozu, hm?” She wondered if the bōzu in the card’s art were supposed to be summoning the rain or keeping it away. It probably depended on what you were praying for, right? Like, if it had been raining for days and days with no end in sight, you’d probably want a little bit of sunshine, right? But rain was important too, so who was to say? Maybe you had to get a specific person to pray for the weather, so you needed a sunshine girl or rain boy to pray to the bōzu. Not that she could be either, though, Melissa thought. Her prayer was dedicated elsewhere. When Melissa looked back, Kazu had disappeared from her sight. She put the card in her backpack in a place where it wouldn’t get ripped or bent and continued on her way to class. There was just one more thing she had to do, and that was check in on whatever had caused her phone to explode in her pocket like it did. A button press and a few slides and taps of her finger later, and she’d pulled the whole chain up. They were all from Gabby. From: Gabriela To: Melissa I accident. One moment. I am doing perfectly well. The darkness is my domain and thus sleep came easy. Though I did spend much time thinking of you before I could sleep. Melissa felt one eyebrow instinctively raise up. Not that there’s anything strange about it. I simply meant that I was thinking about the night and it kept me up later than normal. Okay. I should keep walking to class. Melissa chuckled. It was nice to see Gabby still cherishing those specific memories, especially since it reaffirmed she was willing to move past the more awkward moments of that night that Melissa herself hadn’t quite been able to yet. Surely Gabby would be able to move past the accidental innuendo to in time, just like how Melissa was already over it. It was worth a quick laugh and nothing more. She texted back, Haha, alright. Glad to hear you’re well. and was about to put her phone back in her pocket when it buzzed one more time. It was from a different number. Connor’s number. And he wasn’t messaging her through the group chat -- she’d still had that muted, of course -- it was addressed to her directly. From: Connor To: Melissa <image link> Hey you havent replied to the group chat in a while so I figured you might have us muted. Totally fine by the way but this popped up nd I figurd you prob want to know about it. The link, to Melissa, was unlike any link she’d seen before. Not that she didn’t recognize the source or anything (and it wasn’t like Connor was the type of person to send virus links), but the mood of the message was ominous, so of course the link felt ominous as well. Melissa almost didn’t want to open it. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it, whatever it was, and her mind was already going for the worst-case scenarios. It could be a picture of their club room flooded or collapsed or otherwise ruined, she thought. It could be an obituary for a member or a family member. The best case was that it was a topical meme. Not that she was really in the mood to see one of those either. Not after the mood of the message. Connor had contacted her directly, though. This was important to him. Even if she was still mad at him (and she kind of was. The grudge was there, at least), it was the least she could do to see whatever exactly he wanted her to see.Do not go about spreading slander among your people. Do not do anything that endangers your neighbor’s life. I am The LORD. -Leviticus 19:16 (NIV)No amount of worst-case scenario planning could have prepared her. Not that she was able to think something like that when she saw the image; her immediate reaction was to freeze in place and barely comprehend anything. The image was a newspaper, with the image above the fold depicting her and Gabby, right outside Gabby’s room, just as they’d leaned in close and… “WHERE DUELISTS CLASH AND LOVE BLOOMS” the caption read. Because of course it did. Melissa found herself reopening the community service chat, desperately scrolling through the most recent messages, hoping that it had just gone ignored and Connor had been overreacting. Hot Its just a kiss I dont see what the big deal is lol feel like i recognize one of them Of course he hadn’t been. This was THE image of THE dance on THE paper of THE school. Everyone had seen it, probably. Kazu was just being courteous, for example. He’d probably seen it and was stifling laughter under his breath, and when he’d left, he was going straight to his girlfriend to tell her all about how he’d just met the school’s newest celebrity. She didn’t want to be a celebrity! Or, well, considering which clubs she was in, maybe she did, but not for this! Her thoughts finally turned to Gabby. She knew too, right? She was just being nice too? Keeping it from her because she could guess just what would happen when she found out? Or maybe she didn’t. What would that mean if she didn’t? She had to know. She pulled up her chat with Gabby and sent a single message with the picture attached. To: Gabriela From: Melissa <image link> Did you know about this? Melissa glanced at the clock in the corner. She was running late. It was one more thing to stress out about, of course, but she couldn’t help it at this point. What was that little extra bit on top of the pile? The next thing she knew, she was sprinting off in as straight a line as possible to her first class. The only bright side was that, with everything still going through her head, Melissa didn’t even notice how out of breath she was until she collapsed into her desk, tardy (but only just) for her first class.

What can you talk about for hours on end?

Coach Clara didn’t seem to recognize Peter, which threw him a little bit, but he shrugged it off well enough. She’d just walked in, after all, and just about everyone else had made her the center of attention. The fact that she’d barely paid Peter any mind at all -- she’d even introduced herself to him first! -- was enough for him at the moment. He took his hand back with a courtesy “Nice to meet you too,” and wandered his way over to the benches. Everyone else was scrambling around, trying to continue tryouts, an act that especially made sense now that there was an actual coach here to supervise. But he’d already gone through all that. And now that everyone else was setting up for more hot dueling action, Peter allowed himself to go through his own duel in his head, playing those eight turns over and over until he’d come to some sort of conclusion. It didn’t take very long. Sure, he’d found himself double-guessing plays even while the duel was still going on, but he’d won, hadn’t he? So he couldn’t have been that bad. And besides, there were now two captains and a coach ready to teach in case they spotted something in others’ play that he could relate to. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to improve, even if he only skimmed his analysis here or there. The duels were almost set up now. Opponents-to-be were already shaking hands in preparation. Peter leaned back as well as he could on the bench and got ready to spectate. It had been a fine first day so far, he thought. Maybe he wasn’t sure about everything else he knew being on the dueling team entailed, but the meetings, at least? He could get used to them.

Nobody else seemed to be quite as interested in the elven girl as Chris was, so he let the matter drop. Of course, nobody else in the group besides him actually lived there, so just some random girl, big sword or no, wasn’t exactly any cause for alarm for them. He thought they made eye contact for a second, but by the time he realized, he was already looking away, and he tried to put the whole thing out of his mind. The conversation back at the table was still largely centered around goals. Lana said ten to twenty floors was her personal aspiration for the day, which was certainly hopeful enough. Her suggested method of doing so -- running headlong into monsters, swords drawn and wild-eyed -- didn’t quite sit with him. “Well, that’s a pretty good start to a plan,” Chris said. He tried to keep it from sounding like a coded insult, but, well, yeah, it probably still sounded like that, didn’t it? He forged on all the same. “I would say that we do probably need to be running a bit, or at least keep the pace up, but if we want to save time, we probably need to be keeping out of fights where we can. Besides, we don’t want to exhaust our magic user too quickly, do we?” He stuck a thumb in Estellise’s direction. She was still at the bar. He wasn’t going to have to repeat all of this again, was he? “You do make a good point, though. We should probably see how it looks today before setting anything in stone.”

new black midi the band not the genre

For a while, it was Magic: the Gathering lore. Well, it was a lot of things Magic related but the lore was the where a friend of mine said, "You know, if we ever wanted to distract you from something, we could just say, 'So how 'bout that Magic story?' and you'd be off." This isn't true anymore for a couple reasons, mostly that I stopped paying attention to the story just after War of the Spark (the last thing I remember the internet arguing about was why Chandra and Nissa were no longer together (or why Chandra was basically not bi/pan anymore (She likes big strong men like Gideon now! (oh wow is this a paragraph chain)))) but also that, well, I've kind of weaned myself off of Magic for now. Not that I don't still enjoy playing it when I do, mind, just that I play less so I don't talk about it as much. I guess now it's movies? Like, I'm distinctly aware that I'm in danger of becoming "that" (oooh scarequotes) sort of filmgoer, the kind that treats the A24 production logo as a seal of quality and scoffs at the mainstream among other stereotypes, but I do really enjoy the filmgoing experience and I have a couple pretty good theaters near me that I like to support. I like to think of movies as a kind of equalizer; You don't see (or at least I haven't seen) people say "Oh, I don't watch movies" in the same way that someone might say, "Oh, I don't play video games" or even "Oh, I don't really read much" and everyone has some sort of favorite. I try to play my side of those conversations like a recommendation list. "You like documentaries, huh? You should check out The Proposal (2019)!", for example, in an effort to get whoever I'm talking with to at least kind of guide the conversation before I splooge all over them. 4) PB&J Sandwich on Wheat. My childhood lunch growing up, and I have a lot of nostalgia for it. 3) Fried Rice. This was my grandfather's "perfect" dish, as in, he'd spent so long refining his recipe that all we could do was struggle to replicate it. I don't think there was anything special or out of the ordinary about it, just the exact ratios of rice, egg, onions, etcetera. 2) Shrimp & Grits. I don't cook super often just for myself, but when I do, this is one of my go-tos. Super good, except for the one time I mixed up my box of grits with a box of oats. Not a mistake I'll repeat anytime soon, let me tell you. 1) Sushi. Any kind, really. I know there's a difference between the professionally hand-crafted kind and the store-bought varieties, and it's not like I can't tell the difference, but really, as long as the fish doesn't make me sick, it's all valid.