I've beaten that room before. Time before that, I got stuck really close to the end. I thought I'd get to that spot again, but this time I didn't want to do those shooting while falling really fast things. However, I think that room had an easier solution now I think of it. Maybe I'll try it again.
Yea, I never really considered them prog even though wiki says so. But I liked them and listened to them alongside true prog bands like Yes.
I got Terraria on Xbox just recently. I think it was one of the free games with gold.
Yea, I'm excited to play it again. I love travelling all over the Galaxy.
I used the firey bubble for a while. I try to coordinate my hat and greeting with an appropriate speach bubble. It's not easy.
Yea, but that jumping stuff is super tricky. I kinda wished it was in 3D like on 3DS because maybe I could judge distance a little bit better.
Oh man, it is so good. The game uses motion controls so well. It usually irratates me, but it's totally comfortable in this game.
I had two dogs I just adored that I took out with me every time I went outdoors. Then one night, I was out hunting creepers and my friend Mark came around armored to the teeth and weilding a diamond plus 7 sword. We started killing creepers, and skeletons, and zombies, and then I heard a yelp in the dark. One of my dogs met his end on my friend's sword by accident. Oh well, stuff gonna happen in survival mode. Time before that, I lost a dog to a creeper. I was sad.
Just read that part about "Pup" in Crumbling Sky. I know those feelings. I had a dog in my youth as well who is now gone.
I've heard all about these games. I heard the "there will be cake" line early in the game and I already knew, "the cake is a lie".
I usually have to come up with my own directed experience. Like I decided at the beginning of Skyrim that I would role-play an Orc who wants to be armored like a tank. So I'll get into blacksmithing and make the heaviest, thickest armor possible.
Geeze. Life in the 21st C is more accelerated than I thought. Thank god I grew up in the 20th C where none of us got past the mental age of 15. . . Well, I didn't anyway.
