sorry this weird focus on vocalists and especially on lyrics people have is just my absolute unyielding #1 pet peve
I'm avoiding going into detail simply because I'm not familiar enough with Lady Gaga's music to really comment on anything beyond the most obvious stuff about it.
Most of my thought of her is still based off of "Just Dance".
The better version produced by RedOne, not the very irritating version with Colby o'Donis on it.
In any case there are still quite a lot of people who view electronic music as an indistinct blob that they either hate or just don't understand, and that is who I was speaking about earlier.
A story? A story. Also violence. But a story. Or part of a story. I guess. 1/9th of a story?
Spoiler:
Where the hell was she? Number 5 walked up the corridor, looking for any signs that she might have left. Suddenly, he stopped dead. His stomach turned. The golden carpet was stained a deep red. Cabin 9. Fearing the worst, he put his hand to the door, and slowly pushed it open, keeping his gaze steadfastly directed at the floor in front of him. After a few seconds, he gathered the courage to look up. A body lay in the center of the room, mutilated beyond recognition. But it wasn't her. The clothes gave that away, clear as day. It was Number 1. Number 5 stumbled into the room, still in shock, and crouched over the body. Where Number 1's hand should have been, there was only a bloody stump. His clothes were torn, deep gouges running across his torso. His face had been reduced to a pulpy mess. Number 5 inhaled deeply, trying to steady his breathing.
"Oh, hello." A young girl's voice. But before Number 5 could turn around, there was a sickening thud. He cried out in pain. His shoulder felt like it was on fire. Another thud. More pain. Pain greater than any he had ever felt before. He fell to the floor, face down. A crack, as a boot impacted his face, sending him sprawling. Finally, he got a look at his assailant. Although he already knew who it was. The voice had made it obvious. But he still couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. Above him stood Number 4, a smile on her face, a stark contrast to the blood spattering her clothing and face. In her hands she held a heavy fire axe, the blade crimson. She spoke again, softly, her voice sing-song. "And what shall we do, he said, when all of them are dead?" She placed a foot on Number 5's arm. She raised the axe once again, and brought it down upon Number 5's wrist. He screamed out in agony. Number 4 continued to smile at him, serene as ever, and picked up his bloodied hand. Taking the bracelet from it, she then tossed it to one side, like a piece of trash. She prepared herself for the finishing blow, the axe high above Number 5's head. The axe came crashing down. And as Number 5's conciousness winked out, and everything faded to black, he could have sworn he heard her laughing.
I just love the image of a person casually driving down the highway at about noon and he hears this song coming from behind him gradually getting louder.
And the crash is slow motion and hilarious, because the first guy's car is totaled and the other guy comes out of it unscathed.
It's so weird when I'm vaguely aware of something's existence through IRL acquaintance's positive opinion on it and then I come here and see it's the subject of virulent hatred.
Okay, I was just watching Super Friends opens on YouTube, and I realized something.
First, I have to preface this by saying that, when I was little, I thought the Hall of Justice was real. (It didn't help that I'd seen a "Hall of Justice" on maps of San Francisco, not knowing that that's what they call courthouses in California).
Well, it's been a while since I've seen the intros (a few years), and I've been reading a lot of Google Maps since then. I saw the Hall of Justice again and I was like "HEY WAIT THAT BUILDING IS REAL, or it looks a lot like a real building anyway...Cincinnati Union Station!"
My paternal grandparents lived in Barboursville, WV. That's close enough to Cincinnati that they play Reds games on TV there I may have seen Union Station on the TV at some point.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
Also Mega Man 1 is pretty rough in places!!!!! :p But that is not an excuse to use the pause glitch. Miko will be disappoint if you do, and she laughs at whiny ridiculous plebeians who think the Yellow Devil is a hard boss.
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Most of my thought of her is still based off of "Just Dance".
The better version produced by RedOne, not the very irritating version with Colby o'Donis on it.
In any case there are still quite a lot of people who view electronic music as an indistinct blob that they either hate or just don't understand, and that is who I was speaking about earlier.
"Oh, hello." A young girl's voice. But before Number 5 could turn around, there was a sickening thud. He cried out in pain. His shoulder felt like it was on fire. Another thud. More pain. Pain greater than any he had ever felt before. He fell to the floor, face down. A crack, as a boot impacted his face, sending him sprawling. Finally, he got a look at his assailant. Although he already knew who it was. The voice had made it obvious. But he still couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. Above him stood Number 4, a smile on her face, a stark contrast to the blood spattering her clothing and face. In her hands she held a heavy fire axe, the blade crimson. She spoke again, softly, her voice sing-song. "And what shall we do, he said, when all of them are dead?" She placed a foot on Number 5's arm. She raised the axe once again, and brought it down upon Number 5's wrist. He screamed out in agony. Number 4 continued to smile at him, serene as ever, and picked up his bloodied hand. Taking the bracelet from it, she then tossed it to one side, like a piece of trash. She prepared herself for the finishing blow, the axe high above Number 5's head. The axe came crashing down. And as Number 5's conciousness winked out, and everything faded to black, he could have sworn he heard her laughing.
I've never actually seen the video for "Move, Bitch" and can't do so right now, but yeah idk.
He's gotten awful lately, speaking of.
> "I write like L. Frank Baum"
but then deadmau5
in the first Mega Man
the very first one
who do you use Elec Man's weapon on
Ice Man.