Reminder to check out my YouTube! If you like long and nerdy ranking videos you’ll feel right at home lol youtube.com/@triplesthetrip?…

IMPORTANT PSA: if you want to access the full survey and tell them your DLC and balance suggestions, you have to lie and say you don’t own the game, otherwise the site cuts you off on page 2.

A new Tootsie Roll commercial has been released.

If a redub even touches David Menkin’s Malos performance I will kill you.

BREAKING: Takashi Iizuka has said Sonic Racing: CrossWorlds could receive a third year of content. Speaking in a new interview with @JeremymKlinger, Iizuka said that if players keep buying the game, supporting the Year 2 DLC, and staying active, the team could move into Year 3 and work with IPs they were not able to secure before. #SonicNews | #SonicRacingCrossWorlds

BREAKING: In a new interview with @JeremymKlinger, Takashi Iizuka confirmed the possibility of a year 3 of #SonicRacingCrossWorlds. He stated that if people keep buying the game & Year 2 DLC, and keep playing it, that they'll be able to do a year 3 & work with IPs they weren't able to get before. #SonicNews

Here we go again, Xenoblade. To new beginnings 🤩

Etika discovering how good Xenoblade Chronicles's music is nearly 12 years ago

Jojo villians appearing in the intro after getting revealed

Atlus pmo at this Xbox showcase. Persona 6 and Persona 4R both skipping Switch 2? It really felt like we were finally getting somewhere with Atlus on Nintendo systems, and now one bad P3R release could have set us back over a decade

Happy 6 7

Stay tuned for more details about Sonic Racing: Crossworlds Season Pass Two. ✨ 🔥 Pack #1: Godzilla 🟣 Pack #2: Evangelion ❓ Packs #3-6: Follow @RaceCrossWorlds for the latest news and updates to come in the future!

💥緊急速報💥 『ソニックレーシング クロスワールド』 シーズン2 始動！📢 『ゴジラ』・『エヴァンゲリオン』とのコラボが決定——！！ シティエスケープにゴジラ来襲！ ソニックと疾走する、レイとアスカにもご注目！ 最大・最強・最速のコラボレーションを見逃すな！

In America, a stranger will tell you that you are funny, and you must decide what to do with such a verdict. I bought stamps. The woman behind the counter asked if I had a good weekend. I told her the truth, that I had spent it cleaning my home and visiting no one. She laughed, a real laugh, and said, "Oh my gosh, you're so funny." Funny. I had reported a quiet weekend with no jokes inside it. Yet she had found something in my words that struck her as skilled. I understood. In my country, to be called funny by a stranger means your timing is sharp, your wit trained, your blade quick. It is high praise, given only to a man of rare ability. She had watched me speak four sentences and recognized a master. I could not let such praise go unanswered. A man honors the one who sees his skill. So I straightened my back and gave her more. I told her, in the same flat and honest voice, that today I had also eaten rice, and that the bus had been on time. She laughed again. Harder. I had her now. Whatever this gift was, I clearly possessed it, though I could not feel it in my own hands. I pressed on. I told her my refrigerator was making a sound I did not like. She wiped her eyes. The man in line behind me was laughing too. I do not know what I am doing. I cannot hear the joke. But I am, apparently, the funniest man in this post office, and I refuse to disgrace the title. So tell me honestly. If a man is called a master, and the whole room agrees, but he himself can find no sword in his hand, is he still the master? Because I have a routine about my refrigerator now, and I am not willing to give it up.

In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called. I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years. "Nobunaga." He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly. "Perfect. Banana, party of one." Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now. Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands. I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready. It woke. It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master. He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room. "BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!" A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me. All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!" So tell me honestly. For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came. When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana? Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.

He doew

Yuji Itadori saying “punk… ass… bitch” in the new Death Battle was hard as hell man I love this show so much