They even swapped out the dragon noises for train whistles.
FFVIII just released on Steam, waiting for original soundtrack to be patched by community. Fuck finals.
DMC is like the only game I’ve played with concept art worth looking at
How is it I raise the temperature of whatever room I’m staying in by like, fifteen fucking degrees. Study me.
Finally found a larger version of this picture
I’d heard the redone version of this song before I watched this video for the original. Retarded as I am, I never realized it was about nuclear war.
I would have preferred not to know.
I just miss that world
Fell in love with Edie Sedgwick.
Mamma and Nurse went out one day,
And left Pauline alone at play;
Around the room she gayly sprung,
Clapp’d her hands, and danced, and sung.,
Now, on the table close at hand,
A box of matches chanced to stand,
And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,
That if she touched them they would scold her;
But Pauline said, “Oh, what a pity!
For, when they burn, it is so pretty;
They crackle so, and spit, and flame;
And Mamma often burns the same.
I’ll just light a match or two
As I have often seen my mother do.
When Minz and Maunz, the pussy-cats, heard this
They held up their paws and began to hiss. -
"Meow!!" they said, "me-ow, me-o!
You’ll burn to death, if you do so,
Your parents have forbidden you, you know.”
But Pauline would not take advice,
She lit a match, it was so nice!
It crackled so, it burned so clear,-
Exactly like the picture here.
She jumped for joy and ran about,
And was too pleased to put it out.
When Minz and Maunz, the little cats, saw this,
They said, “Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!”“
And stretched their claws,
And raised their paws;
"Tis very, very wrong, you know;
Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o!
You will be burnt if you do so,
our mother has forbidden you, you know. “
Now see! oh! see, what a dreadful thing
The fire has caught her apron-string;
Her apron burns, her arms, her hair;
She burns all over, everywhere.
Then how the pussy-cats did mew
What else, poor pussies, could they do?
They screamed for help, ‘twas all in vain,
I So then, they said, “We’ll scream again.
Make haste, make haste! me-ow! me-o!
She’ll burn to death,- we told her so.”
So she was burnt with all her clothes,
And arms and hands, and eyes and nose;
Till she had nothing more to lose
Except her little scarlet shoes;
And nothing else but these was found
Among her ashes on the ground.
And when hen the good cats sat beside
The smoking ashes, how they cried!
"Me-ow me-o! ! Me-ow, me-oo! !
What will Mamma and Nursy do?”
Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast.
They made a little pond at last.
Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he says:
"We miss you Mr. Durden."
Or somebody with a broken nose pushes a mop past me and whispers:
"Everything’s going according to the plan.
"We’re going to break up civilization so we can make something better out of the world."
"We look forward to getting you back."
Seeing a midnight screening of Fight Club tonight. It’s strange knowing that you’ve never seen your favorite movie, your lifeline, in theatres.
To celebrate I ordered a massive poster from somewhere in China (above).