Did he do the right thing?

Did he do the right thing?

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

is this shit 90% gay text or is it a game?

>90% gay text
What did he mean by this?

His intentions where good, but he made many mistakes along the way.

The world around him was hell, and he wanted the best for buddy, He did the only thing he knew how to do.

And weather or not it was "right" he did save her.


It's a really good RPG. With sick fucking music.

>It's a really good RPG. With sick fucking music.

might get it but I hate reading those boxes of dialogue that never fucking end

> but I hate reading those boxes of dialogue that never fucking end

If I can recall correctly that happens once.

Other then that it's mostly pretty light.

like text that curves around the point and straight into the ass while straight text goes straight to the point you feel me niga?

I feel you're a retard, that's about it.

>Did he do the right thing?
Yes
It was mainly the fault of rando and brads friends betrayal that it all went to shit and allowed yados plan to get as far as it did.

if rando actually believed and trusted brad and didn't convince brads friends to betray him So many peoples death would have been avoided.

brad was right even with his selfishness who had the misfortune of being surrounded with shitty people all his life

fuck you dawg

no wonder this hood so lame nowdays

I'd have done the same. Well, except putting children on fire, that is.
But a little girl in a world like that could only get killed, raped or both.
The only REAL mistake he did was not talking more. He should have had talked more about his reasons and problems with others.

Other than that 10/10 dad, would hug again.

You're right about his Friends, but Rando had nothing to do with betraying Brad.

He didn't even know about Bud until they brought her to him, and even then he never tried to take Buddy away from Brad, he was just hunting her down to protect her and in the end he simply defended a child who was clearly running away from the monster Brad had become.

Rando knew about buddy. It made perfectly clear in the joyful. Rando talks about how he like put alot of trust into brads friends so they would bring buddy to him.

Rando knew and he instigated it all thinking that he knew best

Brads friends must have told rando about buddy since they wanted an easy life in randos band

My mistake then, must have slipped my mind.

But I will say, while I do agree they were in the wrong for trying to take buddy from Brad, Rando would have been the better care taker.

Guess how I know you're autistic

>Rando would have been the better care taker.
The irony being that it all went to shit cause of him.

well it went all the shit because of the people in the lab.

But yeah there shit world finally died because of it.

Oh man, let me tell you who you will absolutely HATE then.

Nern was so fucking based

He did his best. That's not the same thing.

>That creepy fucking abandoned town part

Anyone got a link to that? That music still haunts me when I'm alone in my
House.

Hate Nern? Now why would you do that?

Oh, right! It all started with what I like to call THE FLASH. I was sitting with my wife, God rest her soul, sipping on sweet lemon tea. I believe it was homemade by my sweet wife, God rest her soul. Or, wait... Maybe she bought it from the store in a bottle. You know, like a plastic bottle? Well, hold on now. That would be ridiculous, to buy a bottle of sweet lemon tea, then transfer the contents into a glass. Why not just drink it from the bottle? I guess maybe so she could put ice in the glass? But, then again, making tea homemade would be just as time-consuming, if not more! That sneaky bitch...

... Anyway, I'll save that story for later! So, I'm sitting on my porch, drinking sweet lemon tea. From a glass, of course. Ho ho! When suddenly, a great strangeness fills my body. Something was wrong. I've lived many years, and I've never felt something like this before. Do you know what it was? Yup! It was my rocking chair! That wooden son of a gun stopped rocking! So I looked down and realized a little rock had gotten caught beneath my chair! A rock under my rocking chair! What a day! I decided it was time for bed. I had had a little bit too much excitement for one day! Hoho! I slid into my jammies, brushed my teeth, and said my prayers. As I was climbing into bed, I noticed my wife, God rest her soul, brushing her hair in the bathroom. As I peered across the hall, my body swelled up with emotion... "Why can't I be married to an attractive woman?" "Is it me?" "My bank account?" I'm a tall guy, I work out forty minutes a week... Is that not enough? Now, my neighbor at the time, Tom Forknight, was very short. His wife, Karen Forknight-Plateburger. Yeah, one of THOSE women. Well, she was more attractive than my wife. I'd say she was a soft six, whereas my wife was a hard four. What's the deal? I thought women liked tall men? Why was Karen with him?

... Anyway, my horse of a wife, God rest her soul, crawled into bed next to me. She decided to leave the bedside light on so she could read her book. It was one of her romance novels again, give me a break... As if I don't already feel inadequate enough... Not only do I have to deal with Tom, now I have to deal with these fictional hunks! Aye yai yai! At this point, I had already supressed the urges of intimacy. I rolled over and tried to sleep. Her bedside light was only of minor annoyance. I was able to drift off.

...

Then I woke up to a big flash of light. That's about it.

I can tell by the way you're scrolling down that you don't want to leave... If you really want to hear another story, I'll tell you.

Once upon a hot summer night, sometime in July... was it July? My local grocery store sells really good eggs in July. I don't know why. Do chickens operate better in heat? Fireworks, maybe? I don't know, I don't want to get off topic. Point is, the eggs that Summer were marvelous! Anyway, my wife and I, God rest her soul, went to a BBQ that night. It was held at Dale Spooner's house. Well, his backyard... Conny Spooner doesn't want people in her home, I think she's just an uptight bitch. So at this BBQ I see none other than... That's right, Tom Forknight... Now earlier in the day wife, God rest her soul, had made potato salad for the BBQ. Personally I hate potato salad, I'm a mashed kind of fellow. Hoho! So I sat in the TV room avoiding her till the BBQ. Once we were at the party, I made sure to distance myself from my dumb potato bitch wife. God rest her soul, I just didn't want anyone to think I would associate with someone that would bring a potato salad! Anyway, Tom and his above mediocre wife were already there. And get this, they brought a fruit salad! With whipped cream! The nerve of those Forknights! Needless to say I gave my wife, God rest her soul, a couple choice words About whipped cream! Versus potato salad! God dammit! Son of a bitch! A real tongue lashing! Geez, you're kind of smothering me. I'll talk to you later.

Well hello again! Funny seeing you here! What, are ya following me or something? Hoho! Anyway... I often wonder what all happened here. What was that big flash? Why are we here? Even our night and day cycle is odd... Sometimes days last ages, and nights come rarely. And these clouds... So strange... What's happened to our Earth? Oh well. Enough of that boring stuff. I once had a real kooky day at the doctor's office! I was in the waiting room reading a teen magazine. Normally I don't indulge in adolescent publications, but I couldn't resist! I had recently heard the new artist on the radio, Ulysess Utensils! She's some young woman, maybe a boy, I don't know. Either way that child can really grasp my attention! So I'm reading this magazine because I saw Ulysess on the cover. I still wasn't able to indentify if it was a man or woman. But as I'm reading I notice something on the ceiling... I look up to see that there is some water damage. You'd think a doctor would make enough money to maintain his office... I guess he cares about his cool jetskis more than his patient's comfort... And his assumedly big house and hard-bodied wife... I wish my wife was like that... Big ol'... Melons... Just then! A droplet of water falls from the ceiling! My eyes trail it all the way down to the ground! I stared at the floor for some time, watching the carpet absorb the water. Suddenly my attention is caught by a small child. The child was glaring directly at me. I saw the devil looking right back at me beneath his eyes! I got nervous and quickly stared directly at my feet as not to aggravate the child. And that's when I noticed something... I was wearing two different kinds of socks! Golly, I'm all revved up after these thrilling exchanges! To be fair you're a bit of a bore, but beggars can't be choosers! I think I’ll stick around, I've got many a tale to tell!