GravyFries

@artsybob.bsky.social

A Disgaea fan with her own comic books! https://www.burchett-media.com

“The Xbox and PlayStation ads won’t be invasive guys don’t worry” Do you remember when Hulu was free with ads? And now you have to pay for it and it still has ads? And now it’s double the price it was when it started? And now when you pause your show you get ads there too?

A big problem I have with modern "criticism" is how people now think that average means bad. Anything less than an 8/10 or 9/10 means that it is on par with something actually awful. Everything has to be either "absolute cinema" or "the worst thing ever made" with no room in between.

Don't let reviews dictate your opinion on a game. Play it and form your own opinion on it. You don't have to hate a game just because it got poor reviews. Just as you don't have to like a game just because it got good reviews. Enjoy whatever you want!

idk how some people don’t get this but: a “gamekey” is NOT physical media. it is a piece of plastic that ALLOWS you to /download/ a game. It is not the game. It is not a facsimile of the game. It contains no game within its cartridge. You own a set of numbers that can be turned off at any time.

Her smile softened. “So keep doing it, okay?” Fuji’s breath caught. “Yes.” The Empathy Killer answered immediately, and blood splattered directly onto the corner of the drawing. Ao gasped. “Dad! If you keep going like this, we’ll never have another birthday!” [The end?]

Ao beamed. “This is Ao’s birthday present for you!” Fuji carefully took the paper between his fingers. “ And this aura around me?” Ao pointed proudly at the red pastel surrounding him. “That’s the thing that appears whenever you protect us.” ⬇️

Around him floated uneven but recognizable faces: Suisen, Yeyasu, Higan, Ceefore, Pirilika… …and Ao herself, drawn beside him with small pink hearts around her head. For a moment, Fuji simply stared. Then blood suddenly dripped from his mouth again. “Ao, this is... beautiful.” ⬇️

“…Dad! …Dad! Open your eyes! Ao has a surprise for you!” Fuji opened them slowly. “I think I fell asleep,” he murmured. Ao turned toward him and lifted the drawing with both hands. At the center was Fuji himself, standing within an enormous red aura. ⬇️

For a few quiet seconds, only the wind moved around them. Then Ao began to hum softly, a melody Fuji had not heard since he was a child. His eyes widened. It was the lullaby he once told Ao about, the one his mother, Fuyo, used to sing to him when he was little. ⬇️