#atari does shit

[nintendo-killed-atari]

Here’s some of the videos I unlocked in the Thronglets demo!

[nintendo-killed-atari]

Reposting this because this is probably the basilisk he’s probably talking about:

Which is basically the Thronglets, as wiki page describes it as:

“AI in the future that would punish anyone who knew of its potential existence but did not directly contribute to its advancement or development, in order to incentivize said advancement.”

This was based on a forum in 2010, which I know it’s the 90’s but let’s be honest, Colin’s a time traveler or somewhat knows about the future. Plus I can see him having a fucking LSD rant about this shit:

“While the theory was initially dismissed as nothing but conjecture or speculation by many LessWrong users, LessWrong co-founder Eliezer Yudkowsky considered it a potential information hazard, and banned discussion of the basilisk on the site for five years.”

But anyways, just wanted to throw this out there.

[volfoss]

I cannot recommend enough starting game series from the start. Both because if you get used to the clunky gameplay of earlier ones, the later ones will be easier (from experience, going the other way just makes the originals seem IMPOSSIBLE) and also bc it does in fact help w understanding the story. Also because honestly old games are so cool

[dallasstarsdyke]

we might perform a song in asl for our final this year and im determined to do the boys of summer

[nemolfc]

𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 (𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞).

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐨𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!!!

He'd been a frequent visitor of her home for as long as he could remember, the pair had grown up together with overbearing fathers whom had laid out their careers for them and with that common ground, they'd been able to establish a strong bond which had lasted for the better part of twenty years; now, at age twenty two and twenty three respectively, they were definitely past the thin line of friendship yet neither of them wished to admit it, until ...

During the rare occasions in which they were both free of their respective obligations to their careers, they find themselves back in their old hometown, reminiscing of their joyous memories buried underneath the rubble of the strict regime they had to follow as children, however today was not one of those days, it'd been three years since her father's passing; her mother had decided on selling the house to move to her home country, and to do that she'd asked her to look through her old belongings to see if there was anything she could give away or discard altogether, and Dominik, who'd found himself free of any plans had offered to help her, believing it'll be a simple task, that was until ... he saw the boxes.

He chuckles, "Jesus baba, how many boxes do you have?"

She shot him a deadly yet playful glare, "I'm not the one who volunteered, so you can go if you want to."

"Come on," he scoffs, gently nudging her shoulder. "I'm joking."

They pull out the first few boxes, sorting through the old items that seemed well enough to donate, along with the items she would discard and halfway through their assortments, Dominik pulls out a box that was labeled '𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴', "What's this?" he asks.

Her eyes gloss over to the box he was holding, and a broad smile appears across her lips. "It's a box of my old games, I had a few consoles that I liked to play with, sort of a precursor to becoming a game developer." she giggles.

Dominik chuckles, opening the box to check the consoles that ranged from the old PlayStation model, the portable PlayStation -however there was one console that immediately captured his attention- "Hold on!" he exclaims pulling out the colorful console, "You had the Atari Touch Me!!" he adds in complete surprise.

"Yeah, ..." she nods, a nostalgic smile appears across her lips. "It was a gift from my uncle, I played with that thing every night during summer."

"How come you never showed it to me?" he wonders.

"It never came up," she shrugs before adding with a nonchalant tone, "I don't even think it works."

Dominik pressed the on/off switch, which triggered the console to make a sound, "Oh I think it does ..." he states.

She shuffles closer to him, "Holy shit!" she whispers.

Dominik grows silent for a brief moment, contemplating if he was ready to finally confess what he had been harboring for the past twenty years, the fact of the matter is -he loved her, and it wasn't a friendly, platnoic kind of love- no, it was the kind of love that made a human feel lighter, through all the ups and downs he had ever experienced, he knew that he could always lean on her and she'd never judge him, whenever he felt suffocated by his father, the window to her bedroom was always open for him to climb into and she'd let him rest his head on her lap, listening to him ramble on while she gently caressed his hair.

Yes, he was known as the flirt of his football club. The one who had every girl begging to get a chance with him. Yet all he wanted ... was a chance with her.

"Domi!" her cheerful voice managed to interrupt his train of thoughts, as she adds with an excited tone, "You wanna play?"

He nods, with a soft smile. "Sure!"

A competitive air enveloped them as they traded roles in playing with the console, every now and then, she'd throw teasing taunts to which he responds to in kind, however she seemed oblivious to the way he was looking at her, his eyes, which were usually full of warmth and love were now full of love laced with something entirely different, a sense of longing mixed with lust, the need to feel every single inch of her, the mere thought sent blood rushing straight to his cock, in turn causing a soft grunt to escape his lips.

The sound had captured her attention, causing her to look up in confusion, "Are you oka-?" she was interrupted halfway as he closed the distance between them with a searing passionate kiss that took her completely by surprise.

The kiss had lasted for about a minute before he pulls away, exhaling slowly. "I ...." he began, unable to form a single word.

"What was that?" she whispers softly.

"Baba I ..." he began before chuckling breathlessly, "I should have told you a long time ago, but everytime I tried to ... I become tonguetied, I lose all sense of speech, and think that I'm better off not telling you because if I do tell you then I'm gonna end up losing you and I don't want to lose you, because you're my best friend, you're ... you're my person." he sighs.

"Domi ..." she interjects, taking his hand. "Slow down ... what are you trying to say?"

Dominik inhales then exhales a deep breath before he looks at her with softness in his eyes, "I love you baba, I've been in love with you since I was six, and yes I'm crazy ..." he laughs, "But the fact is, I've been in love with you this whole time, ever since you smiled at me and let me paint with you."

"I ... How is that ...? Why didn't you tell me?" she asks, confused as she tries to think back to the moments they spent together.

"I told you." he sighs, with a defeated puppy-like look. "I was scared of losing you, and let me say I wanted to beat up every single boyfriend you've ever had."

Her brow arched in amusement as she reminds him, "You almost beat up Andras!"

"Ok I almost did but that's not the point ...." he shrugs before leaning closer, trailing one of his digits across her cheekbone. "The point is ..." he whispers hoarsely. "I am done hiding my feelings, I am done pretending like I don't want to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name."

Her eyes widen, and a flush of rosé coats her cheeks. "Oh?"

"Baba," he rests his forehead on hers, "Please, ..." he whispers, gulping before he adds. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this ... don't break my heart."

"Domi ..." she murmurs. "I ..." she paused, "I never thought you felt something for me, I figured you liked all the other girls that flocked your way," she smiled softly then added. "I thought that I was just your best friend."

"Oh baba!" he sighs, cradling her face in his hand. "You are more, so much more than that." he pressed his lips onto hers. "You're my person, you're ... you're my soulmate."

She exhales a soft breath before her gaze flickers towards her old bed, "We have about two hours before my mom comes back," she whispers.

He grins, "Let's put these two hours into good use!"

They stride towards her bed, diving deep into the ocean of pure and uncontrollable passion -the kind of passion that had them stripping their clothing in a rush just to feel their bare skin, to become one with the other- he takes his time admire every curve of her body, the nights in which he'd imagine her in bed with him paled in comparison to the very real moment that they were engaged in, "Fuck me ... you're beautiful!" he whispers, pressing featherlight kisses to her shoulder which elicited breathy moans from her. "So beautiful!" he murmurs.

Every nerve of her body was set ablaze by the intoxicating combination of his callous digits along with his lips, "Dominik." she whimpers.

"I've waited so long, so long ..." he sighs, his lips trailing downwards from her the column of her neck down to her collarbone and onto her chest, his lips wrap around her right nipple whilst his digits toyed with the left one, eliciting a melodious symphony of moans from her lips. "I've stayed awake wondering how you'd feel underneath my fingertips, how you'd taste and my fantasies are now a reality, ..." he murmurs in awe, "You are magnificent baba!" he praised, pressing more featherlight kisses down across her abdomen before he nestled his head between her thighs, spreading them apart. "I want to worship you!"

Before she could utter a response, his tongue licked a long and lesiure strip from her clit down to her pussy drawing out a soft yet audible whine from her, "Oh Fuck!" her slender digits grip the bedsheets underneath her.

"Just like honey ..." he grunts, aroused by her scent. "I don't think I'm going to stop and ..." he trails off, looking up at her with half lidded eyes. "I don't plan on stopping."

He buried his tongue deep into the warmth of her walls, whilst his thumb rubbed gentle circles to stimulate her clit drawing out more and more moans from her, "Fuck ..." she whines, "Just like that ... Oh god, Oh ..." she whimpers biting her lip.

Her voice served to encourage him to up his speed, his tongue darting in a rapid motion inside of her walls whilst his thumb rubbed her clit rather viciously causing her muscles to clench around his tongue which in turn elicited a guttural groan deep from within.

"Fuck!" she cried, "Dominik I ... I'm close, I think I'm gonna -OH MY GOD!" her back arched as she felt the wave of euphoria envelope every inch of her body and in turn elicit the loudest groan from Dominik which seemed to vibrate back into her body eliciting a whine from her. "Fuck ... fuck, Oh fuck!"

He'd crossed the path of being gentle, and was now a man feasting as though she was his very last meal, a few minutes in and he pulls back, the hunger still evident in his eyes. "You're my favorite meal!" he whispers, crawling back to look her in the eye, "Mine ..." he grunts, pressing his lips entirely onto hers, "Mine, all mine ..."

The possessive undertone in his voice drew out a whimper from her, "Yours!" she replies softly, kissing him in return. "Forever ..."

One of his hands slips down to spread her thighs apart whilst the other sinks into her silken locks, "Mine ..." he growls, gently teasing her clit with the tip of his cock before lowering himself further to bury himself deep into her walls. "Jesus," he buries his face in the column of her neck, "It's like your pussy was made for me."

"I love you ..." she breathed out, her hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. "I love you Dominik Szoboszlai ..."

His heart leaps with warmth laced with joy, "I love you too." he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and sighed, "I love you too Y/N Y/L/N."

He pushed his hips against hers, wrapping one arm around her waist, gently lifting her body up to his. "From this day forward, it's gonna be you and me baba, you and me ..." he whispers, peppering the column of her neck with featherlight kisses and bites. "You and me baby."

"You and me," she repeats.

The bed creaks beneath them, the room became enveloped with their searing passion which they'd withheld for quite some time. "Fuck baba ... you're squeezing my cock." he grunts, lifting his head to press his lips onto hers, "Such a good girl," he cooed softly, "Such a good girl."

"Dominik," she whines, pulling him closer. "I'm gonna cum." she murmurs.

"Yeah?" he murmured in return, smiling softly. "You're gonna cum for me, you're gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

"Oh my god ... Dominik." she moans hotly, her legs wrapping around his torso.

"That's it!" he grunts, holding her tightly. "Cum for me, cum for me baby."

She pressed her lips over his, feeling her muscles tense once again as another orgasm washes over her. "Fuck fuck ..." she whines.

Shortly after, she felt his cock twitch before a surge of warmth coats her walls eliciting a whine from her.

"Are you ...?" he asks hoarsely.

"Yeah, I'm on the pill." she waves off his concern, "Jesus, ..." her back arched.

Once they ride off their high, he collapses next to her then pulls her on top of him murmuring, "I should have taken the chance earlier but my god, this was amazing."

She curls up close, resting her head on his chest. "It was." she admits, a breathless giggle escapes her as she adds. "Dominik."

"Yeah?" he replies softly.

"Should we take the Atari with us back to Liverpool?" she wonders with an amused tone.

Doiminik chuckles, "Considering it lead us to finally unleash what we've been holding back for so long, you bet we're taking it with us, because after every round, I'm gonna play with you just like the Atari and trust me when I say," he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, "I'm gonna win every round."

[nintendo-killed-atari]

Not if I do it first… MUHAHAHA

Kinda want to redraw this with Stefan holding Bandersnatch

[wh0re43van]

Frogger Pt 2 (Peter Maximoff X Reader)

Summary: You return to peters house to finish what you started, but he’s way ahead of you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Very smutty, Masturbation, sub!peter (no mommy kink tho bc Idr fuck with that), edging, whiny Peter, pantie stealing

A/n: I can’t get this divider to work right and I’ve also just realized that Frogger came out on Atari in ‘83 not ‘73,,, so just ignore that huge plot hole pls 🙏🏻 Speaking of which, I’d like to take this moment to say: Frogger? I hardly know her!

Okay thats it. Thank you for reading!!

Pt 1

After picking my little brother up from school, I pull into our driveway.

“Alright come on, Finn. you’re gonna learn how to heat up a TV dinner today,” I say as I open the passenger door for my brother, ushering him quickly towards our front door.

“Why?” he asks, confused as we enter our home.

“Cause I got shit to do. You’ve got five minutes to ask questions then I’m leaving,” I say as I walk into the bathroom right next to our kitchen to check my reflection. “So, you better start now,” I say as I reapply my lipstick.

“What? Does mom know?” he asks, sounding horrified.

“No and she won’t find out because I’ll be home before she gets back from her Tupperware party and you aren’t gonna say anything,” I say as I shake my finger in his face.

“Y/n, I’m only eight. What if someone breaks in?” he squeaks as he follows my quick steps to the freezer. I open the door, pulling out a random frozen meal.

“Then hide,” I say flatly, knowing that our neighborhood is safe. He looks at me, still horrified.

“Ugh,” I groan before grabbing a pen and writing the Maximoff phone number on our calendar that’s hanging on the fridge. “I’m going to Peters. This is their phone number. Call and ask for me if anything happens. I should be back in an hour or two,” I say before grabbing my keys off the counter and walking to the door.  “Lock the doors, don’t answer for anyone unless it’s me, mom, or dad and stay inside the house,” I say as I unlatch the wooden door.

“Wait! You didn’t tell me about the dinner!” he stops me in my tracks.

“You can read right?” I ask, he nods his head. “Directions are on the box,” I lock the door behind me as I all but run towards my vehicle.

As I take the short drive to Peters house, my heart races in anticipation. I hate to admit it, but I managed to get just as worked up as he did- if not, more. My Fleetwood Mac cassette plays loudly in my stereo, but all I can hear is the whimpers that escaped Peter’s mouth earlier. He looked so fucking pathetic writhing underneath me, mewling through shaky breaths; It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of peter standing half naked, desperate, and confused with his pants so tight around his erection that his button could pop off at any moment makes more core ache. I pull up to the Maximoff house, parking halfway on the curb, but I’m in too much of a hurry to fix it. I sprint up to the door, taking a deep breath to compose myself before knocking. Ms. Maximoff soon opens the door.

“Y/n, back so soon?”  she grins, allowing me to enter.

“Yes ma'am, I have something that I need to finish,” I smile innocently. She nods.

“Peter should be downstairs, I haven’t seen him since you left,” she walks back to the kitchen, leaving me to make my way to Peter’s room. I quietly walk down the stairs, stepping onto the shag carpet. I freeze in my tracks, my breath hitching in my throat and my heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of me.

Peter sitting upright on his couch, completely naked, his head thrown back, resting on the back of the sofa as his hand pumps his rock hard dick. His eyes are squeezed shut as his mouth hangs agape, releasing the hottest whimpers I’ve ever heard. His cheeks and lips are flushed as his nose scrunches in pleasure… then I hear it.

“Fuck, y/n” he mewls, so quiet I could barely hear it, but the sound of him muttering my name as he strokes himself rings through my ears like a trumpet, making my knees weak.

‘Oh, this gonna be wicked!’ I smirk to myself.

“Yes?” I bite my lip, approaching the disheveled boy. Peter’s so stunned that he just jumps up. He doesn’t zoom away. He just stands there with the most horrified expression I’ve ever seen.

“I-I-I didn’t- I wasn’t- y/n,” he sputters, I walk up to him, gently pushing him back down to the couch.

“You weren’t what?” I sit next to him, placing a hand on his chest; He’s hot to the touch. “Rubbing one out while thinking about me?” I ask lowly.

“I well, y-y-you just left me,” he says, staring at me with wide eyes, his dick still standing at attention. “I tried not to, it just wouldn’t go away,” he explains as he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Hmm,” I tap a finger to my lips in mock consideration. “I think I know how to help you,” I say with a shrug. Peter smiles at me, settling into the couch, closing his eyes, waiting for me to touch him. I get down on my knees in between his legs. “But I need you to show me what you were doing first,” I look up at him, laying my head on his bare thigh. He looks down at me, confused.

“Y-you want me to…” he motions towards his erection.

“Mhm,” I hum, looking at him through my lashes. His cheeks burn bright red, but he slowly moves his hand to his length. I watch intently as he begins to stroke himself. His hand runs over his red, swollen tip and he lets out a quiet whimper. “I wanna hear you, Peter,” I hum.

Even though he’s embarrassed, I can tell that he’s enjoying this. His breath quickens and his dick twitches in his hand as I speak. He picks up speed, obeying my command, letting out a pathetic little moan, as he stares down at me. “I think I know what you’re doing wrong,” the sultry tone drips from my tongue as I sit up on my knees.

“What?” he asks, his voice small as he watches my every move. I take his length into my own hand, dipping my head down, gathering spit in my mouth that I allow to drip from my lips onto his swollen tip. His brown eyes, wide as saucers, watches the saliva trickles onto him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as I use my fingers to spread the lubrication around. I hear his breath hitch, then I pull my hand away.

“Now try it,” I smile. I can tell he’s getting sexually frustrated.

“Really?” He whines. “But I want-“ he whines some more before I stop him.

“Do it, Peter,” I say sternly. He gulps, returning his hand to his now slick cock. He moans, throwing his head back.

“Doesn’t that feel better, baby?” I coo. He looks down at me, nodding his head. I slowly shift from my knees to sit on my ass, keeping his desperate eyes locked into mine. I spread my legs, revealing my soaked white panties underneath my skirt. Peter whimpers loudly at the sight, thrusting his hips into his hand.

“C-come on y/n, what are you tryin’ to do to me?” He groans, breathlessly.

“I’m helping you, quickie,” I giggle lightly before I run my hand over my clothed core. Peter shifts on the couch, sitting up to get a better view. His hand picks up speed around his length. I hum at the contact on my core, laying my head back, allowing my hair to fall from my shoulders down my back. I tilt my head to the side, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth when I catch Peters gaze locked onto my dripping panties, not even blinking as he pumps his cock mercilessly. The muscles in his arm tense and his dick twitches, precum oozes out.

“Fuck I think I’m gonna-“ he whimpers breathlessly.

“Stop,” I demand. “Remove your hand, Peter,” I direct him as I continue rubbing circles on my clit through the thin cotton. With a reluctant whimper, he pulls away.

“Mmm,” I slide my panties slowly down my legs, he watches with intensity. I’ve never seen him focus on anything this long before. “Good boy,” I praise, tossing the panties beside him on the couch. He looks at them, then back at me. I giggle, pulling my sweater and my tank top over my head, leaving me in just my bra and skirt. When I return my gaze to the couch, Peters eyes are still locked on me like before, but my panties are gone.

‘That pathetic little perverted kleptomaniac,’ I smile to myself. I don’t mention it-allowing him to keep the drenched panties as a prize for listening so well. Instead, I just bring my fingers down to my now exposed core. His eyes follow my hand like a cat’s follow a laser pointer. I use a finger to dip into my soaking entrance, dragging my slick up to my clit before I begin to rub circles on the sensitive skin.

“Mmm, fuck, Peter,” I relish the pleasure that I bring myself. He let’s out a string of mewls as he thrusts up into the air, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Are- Are you tryin’ to kill me?” He whispers, bringing his gaze from my slick folds up to my eyes. I can’t help but laugh at the desperate state of the poor boy.

“What do you mean?” I play Innocent as I move my fingers back to my entrance.

“I-“ He starts but he’s immediately distracted when I slip my finger inside myself, letting out a pornographic moan.

“Go on Peter,” I smirk. “I’m listening,” I bat my lashes.

“You’re just so-“ he speaks as if his mouth has gone dry.

“Fuck,” I let out another moan, purposely cutting him off again as I slip another finger inside myself and begin to curl up into that special spot.

“Please,” he whimpers, his voice cracks, his legs are shaking, his silver hair is stuck to his face with sweat and his dick is so hard that the tip has taken on a purple hue. Finally, I broke him. “Please, please, please, y/n please I’ll do anything,” he whines, pleading for mercy.

I smile, hoping up then turning around, slowly sliding my skirt down, bending over as I push the thin fabric to my feet.

“Please,” he whimpers again. I turn back around, smiling at the poor boy. “I’m not sure I’m enjoying this as much as you are,” he mewls as I straddle his waist. He winces when his erection slaps against my stomach.

“Oh, don’t lie to me Peter,” I whisper in his ear. I bring my fingers that I was using on myself up to his mouth, he happily opens, sucking them clean as he stares up at me with his big puppy eyes.

Jesus Christ I moan internally.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I bring my face right in front of his, grabbing either side of his cheeks with the same hand. “Don’t act up now,” I say sternly. He responds with an audible gulp. “Tell me Peter. Tell me how much you’re enjoying our time together right now,” I whisper as I ghost the fingers of my free hand over his needy cock. He twitches in my hand.

“I-you-“ he gulps again. His wide eyes looking directly into mine. “Y/n, this is hotter than any porno I’ve ever seen,” he admits whole heartedly, through muffled words as my hand squeezes his cheeks together a bit, earning a genuine laugh out of me.

“Well luckily for you,” I grab his length firmly, beginning to pump him slowly. “You won’t have to rent those stupid films anymore, not with me around,” I smirk before I bring him into a kiss, wrapping one hand in the back of his head. To my surprise, he kisses back intensely. His hands shoot up, grabbing both sides of my face to pull my head closer to his. He kisses me with strong desire.

“You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me,” he groans into the kiss. I lift my hips up, not breaking the passionate kiss, using my hand to line him up with my dripping entrance.

“Of course, I do, Peter,” I whisper before setting down on his desperate cock, taking him all the way into me in one swift motion. He lets out a loud whimper- almost a shriek. “Shhh” I giggle against his lips, stifling my own moan.

“I’m sorry,” he whines. He peers into my eyes with his chest heaving, sweat covering every inch of his toned body while his shaky hands hold their death grip on my hips. I place my hands behind me onto his thighs so I can slowly slide myself up down on his length.

“It’s okay Peter, but you gotta keep it down a bit. Can you do that for me, baby?” I coo. He nods his head as he watches in awe as I fuck myself on him, unable to look away. He fills me up perfectly, his desperate cock sliding in out of my velvet walls earns a few low moans out of me. ”You’re so big, Peter,” I compliment, he smiles at me flashing his dimples. With a surge of confidence, he brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting them before bringing them to my clit, tracing figure eights, watching my face for approval. “Mmm, that feels good, baby. Good job,” I praise him. He moves his fingers faster, and faster, and faster to the point that his hand is just a blur. ”Fuck!” I accidentally shout from the vibrations coursing through my body.

“Shhh,” he smirks. “You gotta keep it down, remember?” he mocks me. I can’t help but laugh, his sudden confidence is a bigger turn on than I thought it would be. He moves his hand from my core- much to my disappointment- before he grabs my hips again.

“May I?” he asks politely, his voice small again as he thrusts into me, wanting to take a bit of control. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Mhm,” I grant him permission. “Only since you’ve listened so well,” I smirk. As soon as I give him the okay, he’s pounding into me mercilessly.

“Peter!” I shout in surprise and pleasure as he thrusts into me at inhuman rates. The speedster doesn’t seem to hear me as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whimpers. “You feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whines, still somehow sounding submissive even when I’ve given him control. I quickly feel my release nearing as I grip onto his shoulders to keep him from bucking me off. I’ve never been so worked up in my life, my body feels like it’s on fire as I watch the handsome boys hips blur underneath me.

“Peter, I’m close,” I moan, my words come out punctuated as if I’m in a vehicle that’s driving 100mph down a pothole filled gravel road. His head shoots up at my words.

“Please y/n,” he whimpers as I bring my lips to his. “Please I wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you, please,” he whines and begs like a starving puppy, sending me over the edge. Pleasure shoots from my vibrating core throughout my whole body as a string of moans and curses fall from my lips. “Thank you,” I hear him mewl as I chase the euphoria I’m feeling.

‘Did he just thank me, for cumming on him?’ I think to myself. This man knows exactly how to get me worked up, and I don’t even think he realizes it. Suddenly, with a fwp I’ve lost all contact with him as I’m sat beside him on the couch. His eyes hungrily explore my body while he continues to pump himself as whimpers and groans fall from his lips, his dick is visibly twitching.

‘oh’ my confusion subsides once I realized he was about to cum himself. I regain my position on my knees between his legs, watching his face as I take him into my mouth. I consider ruining his orgasm again, but before I can make up my mind, his eyes are scrunched shut and his nose is wrinkled in pleasure as the hottest, most pathetic whimper I’ve ever heard fall from his swollen lips like music to my ears.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he groans as he empties his seed onto my tongue. I swallow the huge load, kitten licking his slit and hollowing out my cheeks a few more times for good measure. He falls onto the couch, lifeless. His chest heaving, the muscles in his legs twitching and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Peter?” I ask, slightly concerned. “Peter?” I ask again a but louder, slapping his leg as I stand from the ground, sitting next to him.

“I…” he slowly turns his head next to me. I can almost see his heart beating out of his chest. “I think you just changed me as a man,” he pants. I laugh at his revelation, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Well I’m honored to be the one to do it,” I smile. He slowly sits up, holding his head as if he’s dizzy.

“I’m fucking starving,” he sighs. I stand up, starting to get dressed.

“Well, clean up real quick and we can go get some food after I check on my brother,” I smile. His eyes light up at the mention of food. He stands, taking a step then stopping, looking at me confused. He takes another step, stopping.

“You broke me, I can’t even zoom across the room,” he looks mortified. I giggle putting my hand on his shoulder.

“It will come back soon, give your body time to catch up,” I slip my skirt on, without my panties. “At least I know your weakness now,” I giggle.

“A dominant woman?” he smiles as he slips on his shirt.

“My used panties,” I smirk, motioning to the white fabric sticking out of his bedside drawer. His eyes go wide.

“I’m sorry you can ha-“ I cut him off.

“Keep ‘em. I think you earned it,” I wink. He looks away with blushed cheeks before dressing his bottom half.

[w2beastars]

Waezi2′s thoughts on “Beast Complex” chapter 21

Beast Complex is back, bitches!

Don’t get me wrong, I adore Paru’s other stuff like “Drip Drip” or “Sanda.” In fact, get the fuck outa here till you read “Drip Drip” and “Sanda”!

But I think the strange, twisted yet wonderful world of Beastars still have plenty to offer. Even more so in the Beast Complex series that is a terrific collection of short stories not necessarily directly connected to Legosi. A collection that has just been expanded with two spanking new short stories, the first being “The Zebra and the White Tiger.”

The protagonist of this chapter is Mika, a young adult zebra who is trying to find the zebra of her dreams over a dating app. It is not going well as she has been meeting a few males who are douchebags.

... I know I use the word a lot, but I adore the word douchebag.

Mika is about to give up after having used the dating app for half a year. She tries one more time after having had chats with this one dude named Atari who seems nice enough.

so, she agree to meet Atari in real life. There is just a tiny problem...

HE IS A MOTHERFUCKING TIGER!

A white tiger BTW.

Mika is obviously pretty freaked out. More importantly, she is royally pissed off. We get this panel that is fricking brilliant:

I thing it is a topnotch detail that the text with her angry and disappointed thought is plastered across his face as she does not see another animal, she sees a god damn fraud. Oh, and cat-fished... XD

Mika storms off in furry fury as this was the last straw, this was the one disappointment that broke the camel’s back for her. Atari follows her and tries to say that he didn’t lie when he told her he had white and black stripes but that he never said to her he was a zebra. Mika points out that Atari is full of shit since even if he didn’t text it to her, he is still registered as a zebra on the dating app.

Atari then makes a valid point.

Yeah, Mika is a fraud as well. Her profile picture is not exactly accurate as she tries too hard to seem cuter than she actually is to make males on the app interested in her.

Mika feels embarrassed as this is the first time she is called out for it and she realize that it is probably the reason she has dated nothing but boring asshats for half a year. If you use a superficial photo you most likely get superficial dates.

Atari claims that there is nothing odd about the two of them lying since almost everyone lies a little on dating apps to try and get in touch with others. And he actually says he prefer the way Mika actually looks.

Mika calms down but she is still annoyed by the situation and rightfully points out that what Atari did is a classic predator tactic. You know, lure a herbivore by claiming to be the same species on a dating app and then eat her. Atari has no response to that since he shamefully realize she is right.

But she decides to try dating him anyways. I mean, I can get that, look at that face:

He is a fricking cutie! Big himbo energy!

... sorry.

The date actually goes surprisingly well. The ball gets rolling when a regular tiger pass them by and calls Atari a “bar-code”, a common nickname among tigers when they see a white tiger which is pretty rare. Atari explains that he tried dating a normal tiger without success, that she only took black and white photos of them together since she thought it was embarrassing to date an albino.

Mika laughs as she jokes that she saves a ton of money on photos since they are almost all black and white. Feeling sympathy for Atari and seeing that there was no malicious intentions for him to date a zebra, she decides to offer him a handshake.

We get some more Beastverse lore since there is an urban legend among animals with patterns that if two animals with the same type of pattern touch that their stripes or spots will merge together if they are soulmates. For a brief second, Atari feels like that’s what happens... and then he calls himself stupid since he is not a teenager.

Mika must have felt something as well as she incites him to a zebra dance club. She argues that he might enjoy it since everyone else there are black and white as well so he won’t feel like an outsider.

Honestly, it look like fun. and it also makes sense since real life zebras prefer to be in herds which is kind of what this zebra dance club is.

Atari is a bit startled... but he quickly realize something that separates him from the zebras and therefor also separates him from Mika.

As they join the dance, Mika accidentally loses her grip on Atari’s hand and can therefor not see him in the crowd as she sees nothing but a whole lot of black and white.

And that’s where Atari realize that Mika’s stripes are for protection, to blend into her herd. But Atari’s tiger stripes?

Don’t worry, nothing violent happens. But Atari is startled by his hunting instinct kicking in. Heck, he realize that not telling Mika on the dating app that he was not a zebra was basically the same as a tiger hiding in the grass, waiting for his prey to come out when she felt safe.

But once again, as it usually is in Beastars and Beast Complex, honesty is what creates a true connection.

That is so cute is a messed up way, but what else is new? :P

Despite Atari’s disappointment over not finding someone he has common ground with, Mika still tells him that they can make it work, playfully telling him to use his stripes to track her down.

I really liked this chapter, but out of the twenty-two chapters of BC it felt like it had the weakest ending. But keep in mind that since almost all the chapters are brilliant then there is absolutely no shame in being second best compared to so many first-class mangas.

Next time, snake and rat talking about their weird cucumbers :P

I’m Waezi2, and thanks for wasting time with me.

[jabberwockymoreau]

Chapter 1: The Cleric Zone-of-Truth's Me

It's time!! The first chapter of my Byler Isekai AU is now up on Ao3.

I'm finally ready to start posting this and y'all have no idea how excited I am! All fanfic is self-indulgent, but this one has been more so than others, which feels very appropriate, considering it is 100% the kind of thing Mike would daydream about in class (Cin's words). I also have to credit @iryfic and @fizzseed for the concept. They were discussing a different fanfic idea, had a misunderstanding and came up with this…and since we all wanted to see it, I sat down and wrote it :D

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

High School has, thus far, been the worst period of Mike Wheeler’s life, so it’s not really a surprise for him when spring break starts the way it does. In many ways he should have seen it coming, and in many ways he could have prevented it. If he’d just biked home right after school, accepting that his one week’s vacation would be nothing but hiding out in his basement some more, playing Atari on his own and working on school assignments, none of this would have happened. But Mike has had a bad year, and it being the anniversary of the week his life went from ‘kinda bad’ to ‘absolute hell’ only makes him stubbornly cling to a moment of reprieve all the more. So what happens is this: He takes the long way home, and he drowns.

The way from school to the Wheeler’s house is a straightforward one, cutting through downtown and then the suburban neighborhood he calls his home. It’s a safe path. But when school lets out, Mike doesn’t feel safe, and he sure as shit doesn’t feel straightforward. He has a weird sense of foreboding, as if tomorrow he’ll wake up to find the police at his doorstep with questions about the disappearance of Eddie Munson – except Eddie has been gone for a year now. Mike would know where the former leader of Hellfire Club was these days if he bothered to ask Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, but Mike hasn’t. He knows Gareth and Jeff were in contact with Eddie through Wayne, but Eddie only sent postcards to his uncle, choosing to ignore his friends, and, well, two could play that game. Eddie was fine, that much Mike knew, but Hellfire had fallen apart in his absence – and worse become the source of ridicule and persecution for its remaining members. So, Mike couldn’t care less what Eddie was doing. Eddie didn’t care about them either, after all.

With Eddie gone, Mike only had his basement, the safety of his own four walls, the only place in the world where the bullies could not get to him. And even at home safety was a strong word considering how concerned his parents still were about him falling prey to satanism and the evil doctrine that they, like the rest of Hawkins, couldn’t quite not believe Hellfire had propagated. They had hidden it better than most, but Mike knew their feelings on his hobbies didn’t differ much from the rest of town. Their opinions rarely did.

And so Mike, contrary to what he had promised his mother, contrary to common sense and every reprimand he can bring in retrospective, doesn’t head straight home. He swings onto his bike and veers sharply in the opposite direction, speeding past houses and streets and those wonderfully concerned citizens who all judge him silently as he runs past them – must judge him, for he is known. His face had been plastered all across town on those posters that had been circulating for months even after Eddie had been found at the end of spring break, alive and hale with his runaway girlfriend, who had been everyone’s real reason of concern, let’s be honest.

He doesn’t slow down until he hits the line of trees outside of town, then jumps out of the saddle to push his bike along their shade.

The woods had been another place of safety, back when he had still been a child. If the rain and the years hadn’t washed it away, the wooden castle that they had played in must still be standing, hidden away in between the trees, safe from the town and their judgment. Sometimes he misses that boy who had been so long gone now that Mike doesn’t even remember his name anymore. His best friend, once, and then overnight nobody as his mother packed him and his brother up and hid from her ex-husband on the other side of the country.

They had only sent a single Christmas card, no return address. Reassurance that they were fine – still alive, happier, even – but also the goodbye they never got to say in person as they disappeared just the same way Eddie had. For a while Mike had kept it in a frame on his desk, as if by clinging to the picture he could keep their friendship alive. He’s not sure where the card had ended up afterwards. Probably the trash.

Mike considers walking into the woods, considers looking for the castle, but he knows he’ll be better of with the memory instead of the real thing. The memory is bittersweet, reality can only disappoint.

Maybe if he had gone down the path of nostalgia, things would have turned out differently. Instead, he continues along the edge of the trees and, eventually, inevitably, into the arms of Troy and James.

He doesn’t see them at first, but they see him.

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[nintendo-killed-atari]

LOOK AT ME.

STARE INTO YOUR SOUL OF GUILTY.

WORK MAY TAKE YOUR LIFE AWAY, BUT YOU MUST BATTLE IT UNTIL IT'S VERY LAST LEGS, YOUR FUTURE SELF WILL THANK YOU.

someone yell at me to do my work

[anartificialsatellite]

So I can't play a lot of video games because anything 3D where the camera moves around a lot with the player character makes me very motion sick pretty quickly. I used to be able to play these sorts of games, but as I've gotten older it's gotten worse and I haven't been able to for a few years now. (I thought finally getting glasses would fix it and it does kind of help, but not enough.) This sucks because it does mean that I miss out on a lot of games, but it also has forced me to broaden my horizons and try games I might not have found otherwise.

One of the places where this becomes more of a problem for me is the horror/thriller genres - I think there's especially a tendency to rely on 3D first and third person perspective (and especially first person) in games that are meant to be scary or creepy or whathaveyou, because when you limit the player's field of view it's not difficult to make them feel trapped and uneasy, and it lends itself well to jumpscares.

...Which makes it all the more impressive, imo, when a game that doesn't use that still succeeds at building that sort of atmosphere and immersion. So!

Here's three of my favorite scary/spooky/creepy atmospheric games without a 3D first or third person perspective:

The Excavation of Hob's Barrow

This point-and-click adventure game has 2D pixel graphics, an excellent soundtrack, and a fascinating and compelling folk horror mystery at its center. Antiquarian Thomasina Bateman travels to an isolated English town on the moors to pursue research for her book on the barrows of England, and (as one usually does in this genre) discovers something strange and sinister lurking beneath the surface. I finished this game in about 2 sessions, by which I mean I've got 10 hours of playtime on it and the only reason it wasn't one session was because I had to stop and do normal human things. (I found this game because I'm a fan of one of the publisher's other titles, The Shivah, a kind of weird and super short detective style adventure game whose main character is a bitter, depressed rabbi, and I really recommend that one as well.)

Oxenfree

Not really horror, I guess, but definitely a supernatural thriller? We'll go with that. Another adventure game, this time one where your choices affect the story. The main character is Alex, a teenage girl who, along with some friends and some non-friends, is spending the night on an island that was once home to an old military base. Using a radio, you unintentionally open a portal and find yourself facing the supernatural effects of a decades old naval disaster. The art is gorgeous, the music is absolutely tits, and there's some really cool gameplay mechanics, as well. I'm also a sucker for spooky radio shit, so when I came across this game I was all over it.

It's got a sequel, Oxenfree II: LOST SIGNALS, which is a similar style game set on a nearby island some time after the events of the first game, and I also super recommend that one, too.

FAITH

I'll start with a caveat for this one: I've only played Chapter 1, because when I first bought and played it that was the only part that was out. I can't speak for any of the rest of this game, and annoyingly, it looks like you can't buy Chapter 1 by itself anymore.

In this retro-styled game you play as a priest returning to the site of a failed exorcism, so if demonic posession and that kind of Catholic religious horror isn't your bag this game probably won't be either, but even as someone who is not Christian, I super enjoyed it. It features 8-bit graphics that remind me of Atari and some old DOS adventure games I haven't played in almost two decades, as well as some truly creepy rotoscoped pixel art. The sound is just as old school as the art and is used to deeply unsettling effect, and I was continuously impressed by how the dev managed to make such a creepy game in this style.

If you've got any others, please share them with me! I absolutely love this kind of thing and am always happy to add more to my "to play" list.

[nintendo-killed-atari]

what the heck is a thronglet and can i have one

[cloversnstrawberries]

amedea and zachary crossover when (/j. Unless you actually wanna think about how it'd go)

I think this would be a really funny crossover cause like. There was no specific time mentioned in amedea's post it was pretty vague (whuch is a GOOD THING I APPRECIATE HOW YOU DON'T ADD BACKSTORIES TO THE READERS MORE THAN NECESSARY AND IT'S LEFT TO US TO MAKE IT UP/GEN) so it technically COULD work and like. Maybe I'm weird idk I like it

masterlist

AFSHDDSF THANK YOU!! i really do try my best to minimize any sort of language that would alienate people (i’ve come across so many fics that accidentally shove the reader into the role of a middle/upper middle class white person…), and try not to make a really concrete background, because at that point i may as well be writing for an OC at that point D: i’m glad my efforts have paid off, though!!

and,, ough,, your brain is genius. Amedea can be set in any time, really; since she’s immortal (i’ve been thinking about doing a series of h/cs with her and reader from different decades,, but i’m not sure anyone would like that D:), but there’s three possibilities with a crossover.

One being theres some dimension tomfoolery afoot, and Amedea is not really from your world. You’re her reader, yeah, but from a different world.

The second option is that Amedea’s reader is seperate from Amedea’s reader that comes in the future.

The third one, and my favorite, is that Amedea is from the same universe and latched onto you alongside Zachary. Assuming that being able to see her is kind of hereditary, she now had two people to be her ‘siblings’.

Obviously, Zachary wouldn’t be too keen on the idea at first— hell, he tried to kill Amedea for it; only to face the very real fact that she is not human. She is a concept, and as long as there’s familial love, she will live.

So he’s stuck with her, because she’s latched onto his little sibling like a leech. And him, to an extent. He doesn’t like how she ‘butts in’ on you two’s daily life.

Weeks pass, then months— and she’s not giving up. She’s always with you two, at home, hanging out, school; you name it. If you two were separated, you and Zach— particularly during school, Amedea uses one of her sort of clones to watch over Zachary.

It’s weird— she’s kind of like a hivemind, in a way. Sometimes she’ll make some comment about something she saw right that moment— all the way in the Netherlands.

She takes some getting used to, and by the time you all hit the 5 month mark of being Amedea’s ‘siblings’— Zachary, believe it or not, would’ve definitely warmed up to her.

It’d be small things at first, like him getting a 4-player game for the atari, along with another controller. How he’d start greeting Amedea in the morning— and actually talked to her.

Beforehand, he never reached out to just talk unless he was asking about you. It was always detached, the way he spoke to her before.

Soon enough, Amedea and Zachary realize they’re actually pretty compatible despite their seemingly opposing personalities. Amedea being bubbly but still a little aloof, not understanding humans much and as a result she can be very unintentionally apathetic; while Zachary had his small-town golden boy persona that he used to cover his own ass.

Soon enough— oh shit, you have not one, but TWO yans focused on ‘keeping you safe’. It’d been bad with just one before, even if you weren’t aware of Zachary’s behavior— but two? seriously?

In this crossover, Zachary would start getting a little sloppy with keeping his persona up. He’d snap sometimes— he felt empowered, having a powerful, ancient being like Amedea so attached to him and his sibling.

When things start to get a little shaky, Amedea does not hesitate whatsoever to whisk both of you off to her realm. Congrats! you have two yanderes, who also yanderes for each other!!

the most sane trio of siblings ever, methinks (/j)

[officermaddie23]

Long before Not Alone After All

Young Vanessa: daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy

Micheal: What

Young Vanessa: I just wanted to let you know something

Micheal: And what is that Vanessa

Young Vanessa: I love you daddy

Micheal: And

Young Vanessa: And I want an Atari

Micheal: NO YOU DON'T THAT WENT DEFUNCT A LONG TIME AGO

Young Vanessa: Actually even longer

Micheal: You know that it's been defunct for even longer why do you want it

Young Vanessa: because it looks so freakin cool daddy

Micheal: That's what you said about the Gameboy Color I bought you last week

Young Vanessa: The Gameboy Color does not have any games daddy

Micheal: Neither will this

Young Vanessa: But daddy

Micheal: I don't think we can even find one in the store

Young Vanessa: But Ennard said this shit was bad ass

Micheal: Vanessa leave the room

Young Vanessa: yes daddy

Micheal (approaches Ennard): Have you been telling my daughter to buy outdated electronics?

Ennard: yes

Micheal: WHY

Ennard: Because you restricted me from causing chaos around Utah fuck you dude

Micheal: ROBOT I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH THIS

Young Vanessa: Daddy I want Times Square

Micheal: THAT'S NOT EVEN A CONSOLE

[rpgworldcomic]

#759 - The Schneider Cut

[NOTE: JIMAGES AVAILABLE ON ACTUAL WEBSITE]

Y'all, I wrote this page title WAAAAAAYYYY before the new Schneider documentary. Does the newfound focus make this better or worse? Uncertain. Leaving as it is! That's called Artistic Integrity, baby.

So yes! New Jimages! RETROACTIVE Jimages! What's that mean? It means I wanted to make them a long time ago, but -didn't-. For reasons! None of them good.

FIND THEM HERE! : https://rpgworld.the-comic.org/comics/221/

They take place directly before PAGE #685, right before we return from a one year hiatus! Explains the gap and why we've got a new Jim. Old Jim (not Old Old Jim) is no longer available, so we needed something else! (I guess Old Old Jim isn't available either, honestly. Somebody track him down so I can fly him out for pages.)

Enjoy! Leave comments! It took about 3 hours to take photos because I was ALL BY MYSELF and each page took about 2 hours to put together and complete. Welcome to art I guess! Hate it. Gonna leave that shit to Atari.

But yeah! Return of Jim! You'll see more of him.

[archoneddzs15]

Sega Mega Drive - The Kick Boxing (Best of the Best: Championship Karate / Andre Panza Kick Boxing)

Title: The Kick Boxing / ザ・キックボクシング

Developer: Groupe Loriciel SA

Publisher: Micro World

Release date: 29 January 1993

Catalogue No.: T-49143

Genre: Martial Arts

Better known as Best of the Best: Championship Karate, or Andre Panza Kick Boxing, this game by the French software developer, Loriciel, started life on the Amiga but soon found its way onto many computers and consoles such as the PC, Atari ST, PC Engine (in America on HuCard, and in Japan on Super CD), Super Famicom and of course the Mega Drive.

Surprisingly the Mega Drive version seems to be the best out of the console versions although I would say that the PC Engine version looks the best in terms of background graphics since they have been completely redesigned.

Anyway, the game is basically a 1 on 1 fighting simulation. At first, it's impossible to beat anyone so you must train and beef up your character (who you can name by the way) for him to gain skills that can be used to take out the opposition.  It's these training sessions that actually drag the game down since they all consist of a 30-second span, kicking a sandbag then a reflex test. These training sessions never change and are always in that order. Considering you have to do these a lot it really does become tiresome.

The actual main part of the game on the other hand is in fact quite fun. It will take a while to get used to the controls since holding down "A" and pushing a certain direction on the D-Pad will perform a move.  Holding down the "B" button will let loose a kind of super attack, however, you only have 3 of these per round. Animation is excellent as you fight as are the speech samples. The only real gripe I have is the fact that your character doesn't turn around if he passes the opponent. This can be quite annoying if your opponent lets loose one of his super attacks because there's nothing you can do about it.

While 'The Kick Boxing' isn't going to appeal to all fighting game fans, I'm sure it will appeal to some. After all, I hate boxing games and shit like that but found this to be quite entertaining.