Hello everyone,
Just want to say once again that it was awesome meeting some of you at the Real Games Awards at the DnB.
I had a lot of fun meeting some of you there and experiencing sidescrollers in a live setting.
I also had a lot of fun with the Armegeddon tournament, “The Wizard” style, feeling nervous and competing with you all.
That said, I know some want to have some run backs with me and I’m totally open to it.
I’m willing to play the following games if anyone wants a rematch 😁
Nintendo ID: SnapRYRY89 (SW-2734-0427-3606)
Anyways, I’m open to play or hang out if anyone is down.
And about me: since Im PST and work a normie 9-5, I’m more of a sidescrollers VOD Watcher.
Been watching sidescrollers on/off since early 2024 when we were paying to make Blabs sing songs. Branched out and found other awesome creators like the melee crew since then.
We can't show this anywhere else on the internet but here. Enjoy.
YEEEHAW! The Best in the West is an Official Battlefield Creator! Come join the celebration stream! Drinks free in the Saloon all day!
Today I'm taking a look at an old indie game I played through exactly a decade ago (you can literally see that I have old save files from early 2016): Taimumari. Specifically, I'm playing the newer "Definitive Edition" that was released a few years ago which includes some updated art assets and an updated (though still not great) English translation.
The game itself is kinda like Mega Man Zero if you need a classic game to compare it to. You play as the adorable white-haired fox (or maybe cat? we don't see a tail and her ears could be either one) lady named Himari on a quest to stop Warai-kun from destroying time and space. To do that, she has to defeat his 4 underlings and take their special powers. Initially you just have basic movement, a dash, wall climbing, a sword attack, and a basic projectile magic spell. As you progress through the 4 initial stages, you get more magic spells and a few new abilities in the form of a shield, time slowing, charge attack, and time rewind. Everything but the...
Catching up on todays stream, at the tencent part, I'm no fan of china but I can only think of 2 games off the top of my head that I play that they have shares in warframe (DE) and WuWa (Kuro) and in those instances DE got tencent later but warframe never got worse, in fact its still getting better, Kuro I am unsure when tencent came along but it too just keeps getting better.
I can't speak for other instances but those 2 weren't 'bad'... what I do dislike though is monopoly.
They have too many fingers in too many pies. That certainly worries me.
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We never meant for today to turn into a full-blown pilgrimage. Originally, we planned a livestream. Buc-ee’s would be the backdrop — oversized snacks, perfectly arranged brisket burritos, and the distinct scent of gasoline and nostalgia in the air. But, somewhere between idea and execution, we said “nah.”
Instead, we lived it.
Before we even stepped through Buc-ee’s automatic doors, we were greeted by a fan — a small but energizing reminder that what we do matters to people. And then, with the kind of anticipation you normally reserve for concerts or Christmas mornings, Blabs declared her one true goal: eat.
Blabs, already vibrating with excitement, stood before the sandwich counter like a worshipper at an altar. Her hands jazzed, clasped, fluttered, pointed. The Big Buckin’ Brisket Sandwich was tempting, but the Carolina Pulled Pork stole her soul. She literally hugged the sign.
“Ohhh, maybe I’ll get both,” she mused. “I’m getting fat-ass today.”
A bold declaration. A Buc-ee’s declaration.
She danced toward the bakery. Oatmeal raisin cookies, massive cinnamon rolls, muffins the size of small dogs — she surveyed them all like a war general planning a sweet invasion. Meanwhile, I was struggling with my own indecision. Chicken and fries? A burrito? Brisket? Cheesesteak? It was a battlefield of carbs and smoked meats.
Eventually, I landed on the pulled pork. Blabs did too. And just like that, we made our way out to the car — two champions, two sandwiches, no napkins.
We forgot drinks. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two was thinking I’d get the first bite in before Blabs.
Because by the time I opened my sandwich wrapper, she was halfway done. I've never seen anyone eat a barbecue sandwich with such speed, such joy, such… grace? Is that the word? Probably not. But impressive? Hell yes.
She danced with every bite. She hoovered. She transcended. “It’s so freaking good, bro,” she managed between mouthfuls.
It wasn’t just eating. It was a performance.
When the last bite vanished, she leaned back, fully satisfied, glowing like someone who just achieved true peace. Ten out of ten. Would eat again. Probably twice today.
Meanwhile, I was still on bite one.
But we weren’t done. Oh no. You can’t just leave Buc-ee’s after one round. We went back in, like hobbits returning to Mordor — except instead of a cursed ring, we were chasing pecans and Rice Krispie Treats.
Blabs wandered through the store like she was in a trance. Candies. Drinks. Nuts. Bakery goods. That glazed pecan display practically called to her by name. She considered everything and then some: peppered turkey strips, oatmeal raisin cookies (again), fudge, Rice Krispie Treats the size of VHS tapes. She caved. She grabbed a cart.
Women be shopping. Yes, even at Buc-ee’s.
There was a moment of existential crisis near the fudge. A penny press nearly brought her to tears of joy. She packed pennies. This was not her first Buc-ee’s rodeo.
At one point, we passed a teenage influencer loudly proclaiming to his 12 followers, “THIS is Buc-ee’s.” Blabs side-eyed him while gripping her peppered turkey like a survivalist. She wasn’t here to post. She was here to consume.
At checkout, the final damage: $39.16. Worth every penny.
She debated adding more beaver nuggets but showed rare restraint. As we walked out, the Texas heat hit like a wave, and the sadness set in. The doors whooshed shut behind her — the gates of Valhalla, closing. There was a look in her eyes. The look of someone who’d found love… and had to leave it behind.
In her bag: one brisket burrito, to be savored across the next few nights like a squirrel rationing acorns. In her heart: memories of pulled pork perfection.
And maybe — just maybe — we bring the King of the Couch crew here next time. An army of content creators, united under the Buc-ee’s banner, battling it out, fueled by brisket and joy.
Until then, we live with the memory. And Blabs? She’ll dream of that sandwich.
