What's the plot of Undertale 3: Harvesting Boogaloo of The Century?
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Undertale fad is already dead so there's no plots as no one cares about it other than some autists and coomers.
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Undertale 3? There was an Undertale 2?
Shit, how the hell did Undertale get so popular? Couldn't have just been crossover exposure from the Homestuck fanbase.
Shit, how the hell did Undertale get so popular? Couldn't have just been crossover exposure from the Homestuck fanbase.
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Undertale’s sequel is Deltarune, which got a demo on Halloween 2018 and takes place in an alternate universe with some new and old characters. It’s seemingly gonna be releasing in multiple “Chapters.” Chapter 2 releases tomorrow.
To answer your second question, it got popular not just because Toby Fox was an established name but because it was just a really great game, despite a loud and annoying fanbase.
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What the fuck are you talking about? Deltarune?
To give you context, this is gameplay of Undertale 2:
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Toby Fox tracks the IPs of everyone who makes Undertale Porn and brutally tortures them to death.
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The sooner the "Quirky randumb Earthbound-inspired RPGmaker game" dies the better.
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So are you not willing to play my newest game, The Final Ballad of Biggie Cheese?
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The entire game is a 10-month length long visual novel with mechanics similar to Meet & Fuck games on DeviantART, where you fuck that lil funky purple bitch dinosaur Suzy whatever the fuck her name is, the only BGM in the game is Toby's 5th remix (the 4th was lost) of Megalovania. Snoot Game devs attempt to sue due to stealing their dinosaur lady dating simulator, but Toby wins and uses the money to invest in Bingus Coin and then makes Sans NFTs.
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It started out on a very bad note.
I had driven 160 miles from Utah because in our morally prude world, paying other adults for sex is "illegal". I put that word in quotations because to mock our prude legislators. And because I would rather not get caught up in a sting or meet up with the plenty of fakes using fake ads out there, I decided to make my journey from a different state to a legal brothel.
In times past, I had taken the Amtrak to Reno to go to the Northern Nevada brothels (like the Bunny Ranch and the Love Ranch North). That journey sucks, though, because it's an 8 hour ride at 11 PM.
I left Utah at 7 AM and arrived in Wells at 10 AM. I had been emailing to what seemed to be an attractive woman. Since I couldn't tell what she looked like, given that her face is slightly shown, I assumed she was beautiful, because I liked what I saw. So I dressed in a shirt and tie and got roses for her.
FYI: I'm disabled. Thus that's why I go to brothels and why I have no shame. I'm not going to live my life without intimacy because Tinder girls are shallow. If i'm an adult and she's an adult, I see no problem with what I do.
Further FYI: If you're married and you cheat on a wife, you're a POS and deserve to get half of your assets taken from you in divorce proceedings.
At 10 AM, I got to the front door, looking like the sexiest disabled guy ever, ready to woo my hooker. I ring the doorbell, get shown in, and am told to wait at the bar. Because the bar stools are so large, probably for the large truckers, I decided to stand and wait, doing squats and leg stretches as I waited. Admittedly, I was slightly nervous.
And then the moment arrived.
Out from behind a current, walked the girl who I was going to see. Everything went in slow motion as I slowly turned to see my angel in a brothel. But what I saw was something that seemed to have crawled out of a Stephen King novel. This woman was not wearing any makeup, did not appear to be anything that was shown in her pictures and was VERY old. I had to blink a few times to make sure it was actually her. She then hugged me. I tensed up my shoulders, protecting myself from the assault. She then took my roses and began smelling them.
Mortified, I eventually explained that I was essentially "catfished" [by a hooker] and kindly let her keep the roses (even though I was mad because I wanted to give the roses to somebody I was attracted to), She then kept coming back to me as I sat at the bar, figuring out who I was going to see, and she kept apologizing to me and shaming me. "I'm a good person," she cried. "I have a kind heart." Lady, I don't doubt you are, but if you are going to sell your body, be honest with clients by showing your face or show accurate depictions of your body. If I am going to pay somebody, I need to be attracted to them. Even after I kindly said that, she would walk past me and give me evil stares. Seriously, lady: leave me alone (and give me my roses back.
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Another FYI: I only pay 10's and 9's. 8's are contingent upon the girl, but anything less than a 7 is being unfair to myself, my bank account and my sexual organs.
15 mins later, the owner got another girl. I was tense, hoping that it wouldn't be another person I wasn't attracted to. But out walked a beautiful girl. Because I'm a selfish person, I won't reveal her working name. I don't like sharing. But she was smoking. Flames literally were under her feet. A bulge began to form in my pants.
We went to a room to talk shop and we agreed to $$$$, as that was her hourly GFE rate. Once the money was paid, we went to her room, she got me into my birthday suit, and we began to make out with each other. She soon got me onto the bed and we had wild sex. Once an hour was done, I was sweaty, tired and very, very satisfied.
The moral of this review is: don't buy somebody flowers without knowing what they look like. Also, don't be afraid to say "no" (ladies, you have that right, too) and lastly, I wanted to give a five star review because my beautiful blonde princess in the sheets deserves praise. Like I said, I'm selfish, so I won't name her. *shrugs*
My only complaint is that the girls can't independently communicate with clients, like other brothels do. If the owner reads this, I would implore you to allow the girls to create their own social media, etc, so that it makes it easier for clients to communicate.
Besides that, it was a great time and I will be back.
I had driven 160 miles from Utah because in our morally prude world, paying other adults for sex is "illegal". I put that word in quotations because to mock our prude legislators. And because I would rather not get caught up in a sting or meet up with the plenty of fakes using fake ads out there, I decided to make my journey from a different state to a legal brothel.
In times past, I had taken the Amtrak to Reno to go to the Northern Nevada brothels (like the Bunny Ranch and the Love Ranch North). That journey sucks, though, because it's an 8 hour ride at 11 PM.
I left Utah at 7 AM and arrived in Wells at 10 AM. I had been emailing to what seemed to be an attractive woman. Since I couldn't tell what she looked like, given that her face is slightly shown, I assumed she was beautiful, because I liked what I saw. So I dressed in a shirt and tie and got roses for her.
FYI: I'm disabled. Thus that's why I go to brothels and why I have no shame. I'm not going to live my life without intimacy because Tinder girls are shallow. If i'm an adult and she's an adult, I see no problem with what I do.
Further FYI: If you're married and you cheat on a wife, you're a POS and deserve to get half of your assets taken from you in divorce proceedings.
At 10 AM, I got to the front door, looking like the sexiest disabled guy ever, ready to woo my hooker. I ring the doorbell, get shown in, and am told to wait at the bar. Because the bar stools are so large, probably for the large truckers, I decided to stand and wait, doing squats and leg stretches as I waited. Admittedly, I was slightly nervous.
And then the moment arrived.
Out from behind a current, walked the girl who I was going to see. Everything went in slow motion as I slowly turned to see my angel in a brothel. But what I saw was something that seemed to have crawled out of a Stephen King novel. This woman was not wearing any makeup, did not appear to be anything that was shown in her pictures and was VERY old. I had to blink a few times to make sure it was actually her. She then hugged me. I tensed up my shoulders, protecting myself from the assault. She then took my roses and began smelling them.
Mortified, I eventually explained that I was essentially "catfished" [by a hooker] and kindly let her keep the roses (even though I was mad because I wanted to give the roses to somebody I was attracted to), She then kept coming back to me as I sat at the bar, figuring out who I was going to see, and she kept apologizing to me and shaming me. "I'm a good person," she cried. "I have a kind heart." Lady, I don't doubt you are, but if you are going to sell your body, be honest with clients by showing your face or show accurate depictions of your body. If I am going to pay somebody, I need to be attracted to them. Even after I kindly said that, she would walk past me and give me evil stares. Seriously, lady: leave me alone (and give me my roses back.
) Another FYI: I only pay 10's and 9's. 8's are contingent upon the girl, but anything less than a 7 is being unfair to myself, my bank account and my sexual organs.
15 mins later, the owner got another girl. I was tense, hoping that it wouldn't be another person I wasn't attracted to. But out walked a beautiful girl. Because I'm a selfish person, I won't reveal her working name. I don't like sharing. But she was smoking. Flames literally were under her feet. A bulge began to form in my pants.
We went to a room to talk shop and we agreed to $$$$, as that was her hourly GFE rate. Once the money was paid, we went to her room, she got me into my birthday suit, and we began to make out with each other. She soon got me onto the bed and we had wild sex. Once an hour was done, I was sweaty, tired and very, very satisfied.
The moral of this review is: don't buy somebody flowers without knowing what they look like. Also, don't be afraid to say "no" (ladies, you have that right, too) and lastly, I wanted to give a five star review because my beautiful blonde princess in the sheets deserves praise. Like I said, I'm selfish, so I won't name her. *shrugs*
My only complaint is that the girls can't independently communicate with clients, like other brothels do. If the owner reads this, I would implore you to allow the girls to create their own social media, etc, so that it makes it easier for clients to communicate.
Besides that, it was a great time and I will be back.