Grand Battle -

oh, fuck this.

this can’t be fucking happening.

i have just spent the last

three fucking hours backtracking and fighting the same fucking redundant

battle clusters in the same fucking patch of grass, grinding my ASS off.

why?

well, i overwrote my fucking savestate with the title screen, that’s why!

actually saving in-game, you say?

what do i look like, a fucking noob?

these

tedious random battles are wearing me the fuck out, i don’t get nearly enough

experience from this shit.

where the fuck is my autofight button?

i can feel

my carpal tunnel slowly creeping in. my bladder is going to fucking explode, i

am frustrated as shit, but you know what, comrades?

THIS IS GONNA BE A GRAND

GODDAMN BATTLE.

i’ve seen you before, don’t wanna do it again

i don’t wanna see you, or your shitty friends

i’ve fought you before, don’t wanna do it again

i don’t wanna see you, nor your shitty friends

i’ve fought you before.

the final boss was a fuckin' joke

why even waste my time?

the credit roll’s been draggin' on

and i think i’d rather die.

your boss list doesn’t intrigue me

even with your silly jap names

at least the background music’s good

but my interest is beginning/has begun to wane

chorus x666

so here we are again, comrades.

we’ve won the battle, we’ve won the war.

we are basking in the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is every bit as

glorious

as we could’ve ever imagined it could be.

«but what lies at the end of the

tunnel?"you

may ask.

a legendary sword?

a damsel in distress?

no, what lies here is much

greater: our memories.

i rode the crest on my loyal water-steed

the shoreline lay as serene as could be

coasted on the warm current’s air

the pressure should’ve killed me by now

my greener days have already passed

i long for those simpler days

wasn’t one of the crowd, wasn’t one of the crowd

wasn’t one of the crowd, to be sure, to be sure

your ego trip went on for far too long

you stole all my limelight, i hope you realize that’s wrong.

glorious and generous, i still am

it’s only befitting that now i’m a god

you surrendered then, i can’t say that i blame you.

i bled the molasses from your veins, my beautiful american boy

i made you squeal, like the fucking pig you were.

today was a beautiful day to die

i couldn’t take refuge f-from my own mind

behind your million layered threads lay your emotive human soul

that was grateful to be fed

maybe it was electric but it could’ve just been a rainbow-flavored reverie

we walked through our day-glo dreamland, together.

i was a hard-workin' boy, my shit was up to snuff

but i can’t say that there weren’t times when i wanted to give up

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!