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I'm enjoying seeing/hearing other people going through the game for the first time and experiencing the weirdness.
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Peaceful Rest Valley if I recall is another brick wall for players. It's where the game really takes off the kid gloves and because you're alone in your party, it makes things more hectic. I never had much trouble with the Capt. Strong fight, but this always bogged me down way back then.
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Feb 6, 2016 10:06
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True story. On my first play through of the game I forgot about Mondo Mole and another upcoming boss until later in the game. I came back severely overpowered and basically one-shot him.
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Feb 13, 2016 08:14
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Y-Hat posted:Jeff most certainly is not the worst character in combat. He can fix an item that's better than any weapon he can equip because it's an infinite supply of Super Bombs, and there's a third Bottle Rocket item that's insanely powerful. You get them much later on, but once you get to that point, he's a force to be reckoned with. Yeah, I remember the bazooka being pretty pro-tier.
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Feb 20, 2016 07:25
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I've been waiting on an update so I'm glad to see one.
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Mar 24, 2016 07:14
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Y-Hat posted:
This is the thing that's bothering the most. I usually have Jeff's inventory cleared and turn him into a living hwacha.
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Mar 27, 2016 06:49
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The Casey Bat is a reference to the poem Casey at the Bat about the Mudville Nine, and their hero the eponymous Casey by Ernest Thayer: The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that— We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.” But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despisčd, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile lit Casey’s face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped— “That ain’t my style," said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; “Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand; And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, “Strike two!” “Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered “Fraud!” But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again. The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate, He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate; And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow. Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
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Apr 13, 2016 09:38
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I liked Jacky's cute story about the dinosaur from the previous update.
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Apr 29, 2016 04:56
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Thank you for the LP guys. I think I've said this before in other Earthbound LP's but I really love Pokey Means Business. It starts off with a very 8 bit stereotypical boss intro. It sounds kind of cutesy and it's exactly what you'd expect boss music to sound like: a little over-grandiose, and a little overblown, just like pokey, but not very threatening. Then one minute in it suddenly drops and turns into vicious sounding metal. Pokey is no longer just some kid from Onett either: Pokey means business. He's here to kill you. Testikles fucked around with this message at 07:40 on May 10, 2016 |
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May 10, 2016 07:37
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