gaming hard

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>>12920792
>cuckbox 360
cring

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anine watchan

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PlayStation

>>12920811
two same numbers!

>>12920811 (two son of a horses )
is this from the 90's or German brand ?

>>12920816
lol no it's a prototype from when Nintendo and Sony were going to make a machine that did cd and cart
>Is this exclusively Japanese companies a German prototype..?

holy shit for brains lmao

>>12920830
Doing a partership with nintendo is like doing partership with disney
They are too focused on sucking as much profit as possible for themselves to be an attractive partner

>>12920895
they literally lost mad money by not publishing ff7 on the n64 lol
good for Sony
Even tho they havent made a good FF since zodiac edition

Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger

>>12920898
After the sony debacle they were then negotiating with Philips but that went just as poorly
It tells you what kind of company it is
Not like they developed any good vidya lol

>>12920898
actually I recant that my wet brain forgot sony went with PS1 cuz it had superior ram space and ff7 was a quantum leap form 2d to 3 because it had FMV's, minimal loading times and they used pre rendered backgrounds to save data

I mean games like conkers bad fur day also did that to save data but u needed the expansion pak

Your fortune: Excellent Luck

>>12920908
this is sacrilege to the average "hurr I'm a real gamer like dunkey" who just consumes Nintendo everything but the n64-gamecube era had so many bangers like Pokemon smash f zero animal crossing the Zelda Gameboy games metrid fusion
I'm literally lying if I said Nintendo didn't have the plot right at one point

Your fortune: Godly Luck

drunke rn

>>12921011
two same numbers!

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>>12921011
i'm waiting for friday but maybe i shouldn't

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>>12920790
whats madokanyon playing?

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>>12921362
was on waw zombies again
some seriously fucked up map that took an hour long round to beat
probably l4d2 later

>>12921362
she’s grinding custom nazi zombie maps made by some 15 year old slav who thinks “final boss” means 9000 hp flaming napalm dogs spawning every 3 seconds on a skybox made in ms paint

either that or touhou on lunatic while sipping capri sun and calling you a skill issue

madokanyon doesn’t play games anon

she endures them

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i'm getting chicken sandwiches

The Cross in Shibuya
The Strode family had somehow scraped together plane tickets and visas—probably through some fervent church donation drive back in Marion, North Carolina. Mom and Dad Strode saw it as a divine mission: bring the fire of the Lord to the land of the rising sun, where crosses were apparently just shiny jewelry and nobody feared hellfire. Little Duffey, still ten years old with his wild eyes and memorized Bible verses, clutched his tiny King James like a weapon. His younger siblings trailed behind, already practicing their shouts.
They landed in Tokyo and immediately headed to Shibuya Crossing. The scramble was perfect—thousands of people flowing like water, neon signs flashing kanji they couldn't read, giant screens blasting J-pop idols. Duffey planted himself right in the middle as the light changed and the crowd surged.
"REPENT! THE LORD JESUS CHRIST IS COMING!" he bellowed in English at full volume, voice cracking like it always did when he got really worked up. His parents stood behind him like proud coaches, nodding vigorously. "Tell 'em about the cross, son!"
A young Japanese woman—maybe twenty, trendy bob haircut, pastel hoodie, AirPods in—walked past wearing a small silver cross necklace. It dangled innocently over her collarbone, catching the light from a nearby Pokémon Center billboard. To her, it was cute fashion, something she picked up at Harajuku because it looked cool with her Y2K revival outfit. To Duffey, it was blasphemy.
He zeroed in like a heat-seeking missile.
"HEY! YOU! THAT CROSS AROUND YOUR NECK!" Duffey shrieked, pointing so hard his arm shook. "YOU'RE WEARIN' THE SYMBOL OF OUR SAVIOR AS A FASHION STATEMENT! THAT'S IDOLATRY! YOU'RE GONNA BURN!"
The woman blinked, pulled out one AirPod, and tilted her head. She smiled politely—the universal Japanese "I have no idea what you're saying but let's not escalate" smile—and said softly, "Sumimasen?" (Excuse me?)
Duffey took this as defiance.

Your fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!

>>12922324
Don't forget the peach iced tea

"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! THE BIBLE SAYS THOU SHALT NOT TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD IN VAIN! AND WEARIN' HIS CROSS LIKE IT'S A HELLO KITTY CHARM IS TAKIN' IT IN VAIN!"
His dad leaned in, whispering loudly, "That's right, Duffey! Give her Romans 1! Tell her about the wrath!"
Mom started filming on an old flip phone, murmuring, "This'll be good for the church newsletter back home."
The woman glanced at the cross necklace, then back at the screaming American child. She had no English beyond "hello," "thank you," and " Gucci." But she understood volume and pointing. A small crowd began to form—salarymen on lunch, schoolgirls in uniform, a tourist snapping photos—because nothing stops foot traffic in Shibuya like unexpected drama.
Duffey kept going, veins popping. "JESUS DIED ON THAT CROSS FOR YOUR SINS! NOT SO YOU COULD USE IT AS A TRENDY ACCESSORY! TAKE IT OFF OR FACE ETERNAL DAMNATION!"
The woman, still smiling nervously, finally responded in the only way that made sense to her: she bowed slightly, said "Gomen nasai" (I'm sorry), and gently tucked the cross inside her hoodie so it was hidden. Then she hurried away into the sea of people, cheeks pink.
Duffey spun triumphantly to his parents. "See? She repented! The Holy Spirit moved!"
Dad clapped him on the back. "That's my boy. One soul saved in Tokyo."
But thirty seconds later, another girl walked by—platform boots, gothic lolita dress, cross choker stacked with three others like layered necklaces. Duffey spotted it instantly.
"ANOTHER ONE! HEY! YOU THERE WITH THE—"
And so it went. For the next hour, Duffey chased polite confusion across Shibuya. Girls giggled and bowed apologies. Guys in suits pretended not to notice. An elderly man offered him a candy, thinking he was lost. One TikTok influencer (filming a GRWM in a nearby café) accidentally caught Duffey mid-rant in the background; her followers flooded the comments with laughing emojis and "アメリカの子供がヤバい" (American kid is wild).

Your fortune: Good Luck

Nobody understood a word he said. He understood none of theirs. The language barrier was absolute—no subtitles, no Google Translate miracles. Just a small furious American child yelling about eternal fire at people who thought he was perhaps doing performance art or having a very loud tantrum.
By evening, the family sat exhausted on a bench near Hachiko statue. Duffey was hoarse but beaming. "We preached the Gospel today, didn't we?"
His mom patted his head. "You sure did, honey. Japan just don't know what hit 'em."
In the distance, Shibuya kept pulsing—cross necklaces everywhere, sparkling under the lights like ironic confetti. None of them came off. None of them ever would.
And somewhere, in a million parallel universes where people speak the same language, Duffey would have kept screaming forever. But here, in Japan, his righteous fury just echoed harmlessly into the noise, lost in translation, one polite bow at a time.
The end.

Your fortune: Outlook good