Sans: You have to be a numb skull to Challenge the Sans man I’ll knock you out and make your whole world do a hand stand I’m a monster and you’re not even a candidate Your jokes are somehow even worse than your anime a skeleTON of puns getting thrown at your head If I had I had it my way you’d already be dead
Geez, I must suck–to have suck bad luck to get stuck with this washed-up skeleton fuck. Why would you dig around in the trash on the ground and pull out a weak unwilling worthless guy like me?
But I’ll accept this challenge. Finish this and we’ll see which fatalistic hoodie-wearing NPC can survive this killing game that you’ve set up for me.
Pixels art’s an interesting style, you know? It adds oomph to a trial in a game or a show. But it’s best as a garnish–if you stick just to pixels, doesn’t that look like garbage? I mean, someone like me wouldn’t know how to judge it. But if you make a game, you should start with a budget. And if you reach that ultimate hope, if you balance art and writing on that threadlike tightrope, the logical thing is to keep making more with game whose writing will match or surpass. Or, relax and throw together a patch, if your creative team is a lazy dumbass.
So, it’s nice to meet you, Sans! I hope you’re not blowing smoke–I know you like puns, but you’re the butt of the joke.
Sans: You’re luck’s run out no more fun This play through is the genocidal run Welcome to the underground its cold as the polar Surrender now and suck on my boner sorry not sorry I forgot all your other raps They were even weaker than my brother’s traps You’re still just a student and I am the master Get ready to taste my Gaster Blaster!
Oof! What a hit. You sure you’re stronger than me? I think I just lost a whole single XP. Thanks for throwing a bone, but next time, throw it faster–your Gaster Blaster strikes me more as a master disaster. Kind of like your rhyme, your style’s simplistic Sure, you topped the charts as an indie statistic, but you’re being narcissistic Think you’ll win? From the start, that’s way too optimistic.
And that coming from me? With your chosen plot route, I can see your luck is about to run out.
And oh, what a pun! Think I’ll suck on your dong? You talentless hack, listen, you’ve got that wrong!
1966-2016 Richard Paul Astley, 50, Husband of Lene Astley, passed away suddenly on December 29th, 2016 at Alliton Health Hospital in Lansdale, PA. Born on February 6, 1966 in Newton-le-Willows, UK,
