If you really want to know the opinion of a bonafide expert (on the internet?!? oh boy, who wouldn't), the most fucked up and horrifying stretch of any horror movie is from 30:21 to 40:24 in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974). There is no more upsetting slide into absolute panic in cinema history like those ten minutes, just a total day ruiner.
So naturally I'm gonna watch it 50 times to prepare for a podcast appearance. I was excited for this, because I'm a fool.
I'm sure this is extremely old hat but playing Dark Souls and the original Castelvania back to back reveal they are, in fact, the same game. The basic loop of both is hilariously difficult sections of level that you slowly unknot and internalize via countless deaths until it just becomes about muscle memory and execution as you try to reach and learn the boss patterns, the defeat of each is a mini-miracle that's exciting enough to make you do it again.
A sold out concert. The middle of the headliner's set. In the lull in between songs, I shout out the name of an obscure b-side from their earlier work at the top of my lungs. The rest of the audience bursts into applause. I have proven myself to be the best and coolest fan. Two roadies make their way into the crowd and pick me up on their shoulders, carrying me to the stage. The band lets me choose the rest of the songs they play. The venue gives me free tickets for life. The cover of the band's next album is a portrait of me. The bassist asks me to be a godparent to their child.
Wrestling is still great and every time I go to AAW something insane like this happens.
"Damn, I should just be a mayonnaise farmer." - @tessaracked, saying super gross sentences while playing video games
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