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okay so a lot of people have been immediately jumping onto the "Prequel" or "Retcon" theory of Donkey Kong Bananza, especially with a younger version of Pauline appearing

BUT Cranky Kong is ALSO present in this game, and he was the original Donkey Kong who kidnapped Pauline IN THE PAST

so in my personal opinion, either Pauline has been de-aged by Void Co., or Void Co. has been tampering with forces they're not entirely in control of, and pulled Pauline from the past into the current present time period by accident.

they may have also possibly done either of these things on purpose because they knew her singing voice would be a threat to their plans.

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my potential idea on what the DK/Mario timeline MAY be in DK Bananza.

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Donkey Kong is a violent beast, destroying everything in his path, only the music of a young girl gives his rage focus and clarity, allowing him to transform into other animals and unlock his hidden strength.

Through their journeys, his chaotic mind is brought some semblance of peace through their partnership, but it is not to last as the girl grows older and returns to her home in the sprawling city that the Kong will never understand, though he ultimately accepts she has to live a life among her own kind.

Years pass and his ability to smash continents with his bare fists wanes but his blinding anger persists, eventually coming to hate the city and its metal skyscrapers that took her away from his lush jungles and rocky plains. One day he ventures into the city hoping to exact his revenge, seeing the city even beginning to expand into his jungle and encroach on his home.

By chance he manages to see the young girl again, much older now so he scarcely recognizes her, and she doesn't recognize him at all with how long it's been and how young she was. He realizes she no longer fits on his back, so he takes her under his arm, determined to protect her from the evils of the city taking her away again. His mind is so full of rage and grief he can't even hear her cries for help, he can't realize he's hurting her, or he doesn't want to recognize it.

Climbing to the top of one of the metal monstrosities like they did with the trees back home so many years ago, he finds more and more people trying to get in their way and does what he can to fend them off until a man in a red suit finally reaches him. As the ground collapses beneath his feet, lucidity crawls into his mind once more and he recognizes the look of fear and pain on her face, accepting that her place isn't with him anymore and that trying to maintain that connection is only hurting them both. And as their eyes meet one last time, a glimmer of recognition shines in the girl's eyes as they reach their hands towards each other...

...and he falls.

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Being a Mario lorehead is all fun and games until you see an incredible looking Donkey Kong game and all you can think about is how it fucks up the timeline

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Tidbits of the Life of Feegle "Popeye" Kidd (1898 - 2019)

Son of Karl "Poopdeck" Kidd (1841 - 1960) and Irene Kidd, née Ingrid Hårdnackadsdotter (1867 - 1956), Skipper Kidd was of mixed Polish and Swedish descent.

Feegle was rarely called by his birth name. In infancy, prior to their separation, his father's nickname for him was "Ugly". After becoming a sailor on the ship Josie Lee at 12 years old, he lost his right eye in a fight, earning him the name "Popeye", which he used for the rest of his life.

Feegle's father, the late Commodore Kidd, claimed descent from the infamous Captain William Kidd, but this is unlikely. (ship logs show that Commodore Kidd's name before he came to America as a young man was "Neptunislaus Kidczyk")

After being abandoned by both parents at age four, Feegle lived as a street urchin before being taken in by a man identified only as "Whaler Joe". Feegle and Karl reunited and reconciled in 1938. Feegle also met with Irene in 1950, but the two never enjoyed a close relationship afterwards as Feegle did with Karl.

Skipper Kidd is survived by his wife Olive, their son Scooner, their grandchildren Amphitrite, Dogbiscuit, and Whale Oyl Kidd, and their great-grandchildren Rhubarb, Davy Jones, Castor, Peg, Pappy, Alice and Wellington.

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what often gets me is that you really don’t have to make shit up to criticize israel truthfully and effectively. the israeli government has done plenty heinous shit to criticize throughout its existence. instead you often see conspiratorial statements like, “spotify released this year’s wrapped to distract everyone from israel” or “israel caused the LA fires” or somewhat recently “the groupchat whistleblower left the groupchat to make sure america bombed yemen because he’s an evil zionist” . hello! these statements are not only antisemitic, but also not how anything on this entire earth works.

this is when antizionism becomes antisemitism: all three statements reinforce the millennia-old belief that jews secretly control all world events and are otherwise deceitful evildoers with bad intentions always. ask yourself who exactly these conspiracy theories are benefitting and why it’s not real-life palestinians. and perhaps fucking refrain from sharing unverified information. that’s one (1) small way you can stop yourself from contributing to the rise of antisemitism in the world today! thanks ever so much

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HAUNTED

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FED ALERT📢

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always a good sign when a country puts giant pictures of its leaders on buildings

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Tag yourself.

Baseball Awesome! All*Stars Stickers - art by B. K. Taylor (Leaf Inc., 1988)

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Town of Tusayan 

P.O. Box 709 | 845 Mustang Drive

Tusayan, AZ 86023 PHONE +1 (928) 638-9909 

EMAIL

Mayor Craig Sanderson 

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Vice-Mayor Becky Wirth 

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Councilor | Brady Harris 

Tusayancouncilharris@gmail.com

 Councilor  |  Al Montoya 

almtusayan@hotmail.com 

Councilor  |  Robb Baldosky 

robb@tusayanaz.com 

if you don’t have time to write an email, here’s a pre-written letter: https://pastebin.com/Cc3YBWYA 

just copy, add your name, and send the email to a town member!

Please do! Corporations are the biggest criminals of climate change, environmental damage and pollution. Capitalism is rooted in destruction. 

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NEW INVISIBLE MAN COMIC SERIES ARE YOU GUYS SEEEEEING THIIIIS

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Newark, New Jersey Mayor arrested by ICE for "storming" detention center during a peaceful protest, despite being outside the gates on the street at the time. He was asking to gain entry along with three US Congress members who were there to provide oversight on the facility (which the Congress members had done previously at another location).

They refused to let him in because he wasn't a member of Congress, and ultimately refused to let ANY of them in and later claimed "Members of Congress are not above the law and cannot illegally break into detention facilities. Had these members requested a tour, we would have facilitated a tour." They were not there to take a tour, they were there to exert their oversight authority and do an inspection which requires no notice.

ICE started the violence, disappeared the Mayor of Newark (this just happened and we don't know where ICE took him), and denied Congress their legal oversight authority.

Can we call a spade a spade? Or a secret police a secret police?

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people who want to live in lighthouse - i hear you, i understand you

but i raise you

living in water tower

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Affable Stoner Jonathan Harker

Some time ago I commented that Keanu Reeves’ Jonathan Harker seemed perpetually stoned, and someone commented that, given the medicine of the time, that was entirely possible.  So here is this story.

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After the accident, Jonathan feared he would never have use of his left leg again.  He had panicked too soon, it turned out- the feeling and the use came back, but at the price of great pain whenever he put pressure on the limb.  Mina wept to see him suffer, and because he did not want to see her weep at least as much as for his own seek, he sought out treatment from the best doctors he could find.  Laudanum was out of the question (one simply didn’t drink at work) as was morphine (Jonathan had a terrible fear of anything puncturing his skin), but at last an American doctor offered him a solution.

“They used this stuff in the War Between the States”, Dr. Morris told him.  “Before my time, of course, but if it’ll do for wounded soldiers, it’ll do for you.  And they make it in chocolate bonbon form, so you won’t even have an aftertaste.”

The doctor was right- the bonbons worked wondrously for Jonathan, at least as far as the pain was concerned.  When it came to allaying Mina’s anxieties, at least she no longer wept, though she did still seem worried.

“Are you alright, my love?” she asked him.  “You seem preoccupied.”

“What?” he asked, not entirely sure what that last word she’d said was.

“I said, you seem preoccupied.  Are you thinking of something?”

“No,” Jonathan said with partial honesty.  (He had been thinking of something, but could no longer remember what it had been.)  “I apologize.  It may be the medicine.”

And so she extracted from him a promise not to partake of the bonbons at work, where he would have to interact with Mr. Hawkins.  It was a promise he entirely intended to keep.

***

Mr. Hawkins was telling him about a new job…somewhere.  He would have to travel, was what he was getting from this.  And then Mr. Hawkins had stopped talking, and Jonathan had the horrible realization that he was expected to respond.

“I would be honored to accept this position,” he said.  It felt like there was a gap of a full minute between each word, and Jonathan prayed that his sense of time was being distorted.  It was imperative that his employer not sense any weakness in him, or know that he had partaken of strong medicine before drawing up legal contracts.

“Excellent, my boy!  I knew I could count on you!  So, what do you know about the land of thieves and ghosts?”

“Yes,” Jonathan responded.  It seemed like the right answer.

***

Dr. Morris gave Jonathan a good supply of the hashish bonbons before he left for (what turned out to be) Transylvania, and as the pain had been going down anyway- it was almost entirely gone by now- he swore to himself that he would not use them unless absolutely necessary.  But aside from pain relief, they had been providing an alleviation of his anxieties, and the long, jolty ride on a carriage driven by a suspicious character through a wolf-filled mountainside called for something to calm his nerves.

It was a testament to Jonathan’s strength of character that when he got off the carriage and finally met his host, he did not immediately demand to know what was wrong with the man’s hair.  He was thinking it.  In fact, he could not listen to a single word the man was saying to him because in his mind, every sentence had turned to “Look at my terrible hair.”

He was going to have to abstain while in this castle, it appeared.  The hair probably wasn’t that bad, when seen with a clear mind.  Under the influence of hashish, alas, it became a terrible monster, reaching out to grab at him with shadowy strands, attempting to pull him into the greater part and turn his body into yet more volume for the great and unknowable coif.

“Are you tired, my English friend?” asked Count something (Jonathan had temporarily forgotten the name.)

His client could not know he was being so unprofessional.  It would be a terrible disgrace.  It was a miracle that Jonathan still had enough control over his head to nod.

***

The she-monsters came upon him in the night, just when Jonathan had begun to think his mind was clearing.  Hashish bonbons had never yet caused him to see things that were not there, and he did not think such a thing was possible.  It turned out both of these assumptions were wrong.

Just what happened next was not entirely clear, but it appeared that Count something had given him to these creatures to feast upon, and a great panic swept Jonathan as it never had before.  There was fear and then there was this, the knowledge that everyone in the world, from these monsters to the people back in London, hated him and desired his death.

This panic was so great that he did not even notice the teeth puncturing his flesh.  He did, however, notice when the women ceased their feeding, sluggish, and began to sprawl on the ground.

Jonathan vaguely recalled the word “tolerance”, but was not sure how it applied to this situation.  It was something he contemplated as he climbed out the window and down the castle walls.  Castle-climbing seemed like a very good idea at the moment.