the ending of megalovania seamlessly goes into the beginning of megalovania and im sitting here listening to it on loop and all i can think is “the second time you hear it you dont think ‘oh, someone’s playing megalovania again’ you think ‘megalovania is a lot longer than i thought’” in john mulaney’s voice
And by the end of the sans fight you think “WOW. Someone just played Megalovania 4 times in a row, OR they played it 2 times, and it’s just a REALLY LONG SONG”
I’ve punched in like 7 at this point, then Frisk says to me ‘hey hey hey, before you punch in another Megalovania, let’s drop in one Bonetrousle.’
And that was when the night went from good to great
after seven megalovanias, in a row. suddenly…
“doo-dee doo-daa doo-dee doo-daa–”
and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. people were ecstatic! it was like the liberation of the underground.
you know for years, royal scientists have wondered, “can you make grown monsters weep tears of joy by playing bonetrousle?” and the answer is yes, you can, as long as it is preceded by seven megalovanias.
…….and on the other hand, when we went back.
holy shit
Bonetrousle fades out.
Its dead quiet.
do-do-dO-do-dun-do-dun-do-dun-Dun
People went fucking insane
the real reason why the jukebox at Grillby’s is broken
The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.
Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.
They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
“Here’s your change, ma’am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.
“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”
“Yes.”
You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.
“Ma’am–no, ma’am, you have to take the dragon, too.”
“Sorry?”
The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”
They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.
The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
“Have a nice day, ma’am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”
From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.
Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.
theory: the rest of the world in the Mad Max universe is totally fine and Australia just did that
one lone wastelander manages to sail to new zealand only to find out everything there’s just like… normal
“how did you all manage to survive?”
“survive?”
“the nuclear war??”
“the what”
LMAO but wouldn’t the rest of the world send help or something like that?
nah australians instantly switched over to leather fetish gear, frankenstein trucks, and machine guns the minute shit went south. the UN aid workers got there and saw this
and just turned right the fuck back around
you can’t tell me this isn’t cannon. the rest of the world is fine, Australia just went full fuck and the rest of the world is both to terrified and fascinated to help
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