I honestly think this makes a pretty good fit.
Castlevania’s flashy, ornate aesthetic and over-the-top dramatics could transition nicely to the stage.
Like, imagine the WHAT IS A MAN monologue being belted out from centerstage under a spotlight and accompanied by organ music.
Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting “vintage alternative” music and it was fucking “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.
Vintage.
I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.
Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…
Star Wars: The Phantom Gribble
(And yeah, I know this is ROTS. Phantom Gribble just sounds funnier in my head.)
Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.
Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…
Honestly, it’s been so long I’m not sure I can even differentiate anymore.
Hank Hill voice:
“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”
Hold her close and treat her as your own personal slice of…
HEAVEN OR HELL!
ROUND ONE!
LET’S ROCK!!!
God, yes. Feed that vaporwave and citypop directly into my veins.
This isn’t even my final formal.
The second biggest roast Anakin would ever be involved in.
I never tasted a more delicious pizza than the personal pan pepperoni I earned from absolutely crushing the Book-It program. That big holographic button, covered in achievement stars. The pizza. Pure bliss.
Why they changed it, I can’t say…
I hate that I don’t have an argument against this.
Take her to paladinner and a movie?
(Sorry.)