ITS 3AM I FUCKING LOVE THIS GAME OK ITS GORGEOUS SO LETS GO
HOLLOW KNIGHT IS A CROWD FUNDED INDIE PLATFORMER GAME THAT HAD THE UNFORTUNATE LUCK OF BEING RELEASED 3 DAYS AFTER NIGHT IN THE WOODS, WHICH WHILE ALSO A GORGEOUS GAME, MADE THINGS V DIFFICULT FOR TEAM CHERRY TO GET THEIR GAME OUT WITH ALL THE HYPE FOR NIGHT IN THE WOODS. WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE THIS GAME DESERVES A SHIT TON OF LOVE AND HERE’S WHY
ALL OF IT IS HAND DRAWN
“oh but nurse skullgirls did that too” DONT GIVE A SHIT YA HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT THAT SHIT IS? SUPER FUCKING DIFFICULT. YOU TRY HAND DRAWING A GAME.
YEAH THATS WHAT I THOUGHT HOE (i am not slut shaming im just v passionate)
ITS FUCKING GORGEOUS
LOOK AT THIS
LOOK HOW GORGEOUS IT LOOKS
AGAIN, ALL HAND DRAWN. HOLY SHIT.
U WANT CUTE BUGGOS? THERE ARE CUTE BUGGOS
EXHIBIT A. CUTE MINING BUGGO
EXHIBIT B. BUG GF
EXHIBIT C. RLY CUTE GIRL WITH A NEEDLE WEAPON LOOK AT HER
CUTE CATERPILLAR FRIEND, WIGGLES BC HE’S HAPPY TO SEE YOU 10/10
RLY COOL ENEMIES AND COMBAT
I AINT EVEN GONNA EXPLAIN GIFS DO BETTER ON THAT
THE FUCKING SOUNDTRACK
ITS ONE OF THE MOST GORGEOUS SOUNDTRACKS IVE EVER HEARD HOLY FUCK IM ONLY GONNA GIVE ONE SONG BC YOU SHOULD EXPERIENCE IT FOR YOURSELF BUT THE REST IS JUST AS IF NOT MORE GORGEOUS OK
PLEASE JUST PLAY THIS GAME
I WANT THIS GAME TO HAVE AT LEAST SOME SORT OF A FANDOM IT DESERVES IT PLS
“A phantom appears on the streets of LA, wielding a Captain American shield, Wolverine claws, and Spiderman webs. The police are after the vigilante hero, and Secretary Ross wants his head. In far off Wakanda, Steve Rogers decides he must intervene and stop the hero before someone gets hurt. Everyone warns him not to get involved. Steve’s a wanted man and not the hero all the world once looked upon as the paragon of bravery, courage, and valor. But he cannot ignore the possibility that someone - another person - might get hurt because of him or his inaction. Going to LA is a risk Steve is willing to take. It sets him on a collusion course with fate and with his former team mates. As the world around him unravels, and Steve begins to understand what it means to be a man without a team or a country, a mysterious man with torments of his own steps in and everything Steve knew changes.”
“You don’t know me,” Steve said and his hands dropped into his lap, useless but needy.
“I do. I know that you only wanted to do good, all of your life. I know that you set an example for the rest of us. That you make me want to do good, that this mission I’m on from a lost Egyptian god should be ludicrous for someone like me, a Jew with a family history that goes back to Nazi concentration camps. But you make me believe that even I – someone who lost their way and stumbled and fell – fell so far I can’t even confess it to you – that even I can do good. I know you, Captain. We all do.”
Marc stopped him. “My life has been a disruption all along. I’m not a conventional man, Steve. I haven’t led a life that is going from point A to point B in one direction. It’s taken me quite a while to get to where I am, wanting to do good. Part of the reason I’m here is because of you.”
Every alarm bell in his damaged, split brain should have gone off and warned him away. But Marc had always been impetuous and rash. He enjoyed living wild and free. He loved skirting the edge of the cliff, running on the precipice of the road, banking too close to the curve. Heat radiated through the moment and if he didn’t close in, if he didn’t try for it, the moment would be smothered and die. It seemed so simple, so easy to do.
He leaned forward, clasping the hand in his own. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he watched and then closed his eyes and made that leap of faith. A leap that gathered all the suns and moons in the universe and brought their power to bear.
As Buck brought the S-92 lower to the ship, Marc flung himself out of the side, his cape catching the wind as it was meant to do. It felt a lot like flying and he reveled in it for only a second before shooting his web toward the main smoke stack of the cargo ship.
“Okay, but we have to take our time,” Marc said and lowered himself on top of Steve who shuddered with such pleasure, that Marc returned the favor. “God, you’re a sin to be made again and again.”
Steve smiled in return and that set his blood to boil. He ravaged Steve’s neck as he squirmed beneath Marc. Even as Steve searched his body, his big hand touching just the right places, Marc explored and tasted. He teased and bit at Steve’s nipples, catching the nipple between his teeth and tugging just enough to stretch it and edge toward pain but still so much pleasure.
That didn’t matter because Marc’s Captain was in front of him, beside him. They would fight the good fight together, side by side with a team Marc could trust. For the first time, he knew acceptance and love.
“We’re nomads,” Sam said and nodded. “A team without a country.”