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I was thinking about doing some Meloetta splices, then when I had the two sprites next to eachother I wondered what this would look like, so I went ahead and did it real quick. I think they look better this way. (This has probably been done before like a lot though lol)

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If you are lonely, dim all lights and put on a horror-movie. After a while it won’t feel like you are alone anymore.

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John the Door Thief

Late at night, when every living creature in the town of Northtown, North Dakota was asleep, John the Door Thief crept down the streets, his feet silently touching the ground with every step. As John prowled down the streets in search of particularly attractive doors, he plotted and schemed about what he would do when he reached a worthy target. His hands twitched towards his utility belt at the thought of picking a door’s lock and removing its hinges. Caught up in fantasy, John barely noticed that he had reached a worthy target- A lovely house with a garden in full bloom, the cold of the night putting a rim of fog on the windows. However, he had his sights on just one thing: the door. The doorknob was a glistering gold, sparkling in the dim moonlight like a well-polished diamond. The door’s knockers were just like its knob; John could picture himself slamming them against the mahogany door deep in his underground lair, where he kept all of his doors locked up. He crept up to the patio, gracefully dancing his way around the elegant, no doubt hand-carved chairs and table, and crouched on his knee next to the door. John peered into the keyhole, and then, after carefully calculating the movements he would make, pulled out a lock pick and swiftly unlocked the door with a quiet, yet satisfying, click. After making sure his gloves were grease-free, he reached out and grabbed the doorknob, careful not to smudge its reflective surface. Twisting and pulling on the knob opened the door, and with the care of an experienced thief, John had the door opened silently in seconds. John slid to the other side of the door, setting his sights on the hinges. Examining the screws told him all he needed to know. John pulled his screwdriver out of his belt and began working. Upon removing the top hinge from the wall, he crouched back down, slid a hand under the door to keep it from falling when he was done, and began removing the bottom hinge. At last, the job was done; John had removed the door without being noticed, and was ready to make his escape. Holding the door behind him, he dashed into the backroads and navigated his way to his lair, a tool shed with an ugly, unnoticeable sliding door that attracted little attention. He touched his belt buckle to the padlock, which activated a hidden sensor and opened a secret passage inside of the shed. The door slipped open silently, and John dashed in, careful not to scrape his loot on the door frame. A trap door in the ground opened to reveal a staircase leading deep, deep down, into the darkest depths of John’s door vault. John crept a ways down the stairs, then used his knee to press a button which closed the trap door and opened the door to an elevator. John stepped in with his door, then waited to descend. The elevator began its descent, then crept to a halt and opened its doors. John walked into his vault; the walls were lined with doors leading to small, empty rooms that were just big enough for John to step into to get the sensation of opening a door from the other side. John hurried down the hallway, stopping at the nearest empty doorway. He slid the door into its new home, then used a small drill in his utility belt to force the screws that would soon support the door once again into the wall. Making sure it could move freely, John brought the door to a closed position and stepped back. This masterpiece was his best find yet, the new crown jewel of his collection. Analyzing every detail of the door, John’s heart began to rush. Every successful heist gives him a rush, but this was different. John felt as if he had overlooked something. Then it hit him; while John was busy admiring the houses door, he overlooked a security camera that no doubt caught him in the act of burglarizing the door. He looked around and rushed to his emergency escape route- his own personal subway to Canada, where door theft had yet to be outlawed. Pressing a loose tile into a wall, the door to the elevator slammed shut and the entire room began moving. Opening a door at the end of the vault, John made his way to the front car of his train. Unsure of whether or not the police have found his tunnel, he looked out the front window and quickly found his answer. Just as he entered the room, a man kicked his way into the front window of the train, followed by an entire team of armed men and women. Having been ordered to take in the menacing Door Thief dead or alive, the police opened fire on John. Many of the shots went past John’s face, but several found their way into his gut. The firing squad stopped shooting as John stumbled back. He hunched over in pain, spitting blood onto the floor. He could feel liquids coming out of his torso. Stomach acid spilled onto his hands and quickly burned through them, revealing that John was a skeleton in disguise all along. The rest of his flesh burned away as John used his skeleton magic to ignite himself. John the Door Thief had been John the Flaming Skeleton all along, and nobody had ever suspected it. Charging into the crowd, John burned his attackers to death with his flaming bone fists. The fire quickly went out when John willed it, making sure to roast his meals well. John bent over and consumed the corpses of his victims, growing flesh as he ate. At last, John the Door Thief stood in his subway, naked and victorious. Crossing the Canadian border, he had finally escaped punishment at the hands of the American justice system. John let out a loud, demonic laugh. Soon the entire world would know- John the Door Thief always wins.

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Like Goofy's already dead, one of the hammers just fell on him and crushed him. Some of the heartless are inside Sora's chest and the only way to get them out is to cut himself open. And then, Donald stood sobbing next to the bloody husks that remained of his only friends.

Me watching my sister play KH2FM while way too tired to function

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He'll have like severe psychological trauma from being beat up by a kid and his pet duck- Not Goofy, though, because he died. He'll just like become evil after that. It's too late for him anyway, though. Pete's body was already torn in half by the keyblade. If this world weren't in black and white, the river would be red.

Me watching my sister play KH2FM while way too tired to function

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actual in-game footage from the new Monster Hunter

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I finished Ocarina of Time for the first time evuhhh! This was the emotional finale.

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Mitt Romney’s family misspell their last name in the greatest Freudian slip in history.

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Friendly reminder that Organization XIII gathered in Twilight Town on a day off, on their own free will, to capture Riku (the imposter), successfully cornered him…and ended up beating each other up.

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but you’re made of ice

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According to Nintendo Waluigi isn't related to Wario

He’s just some guy who randomly showed up one day that became friends with Wario. That makes it even better. Nobody knows where Waluigi came from. He just exists.

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There’s a fine line between a numerator and a denominator.

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what ISNT the best part of this panel