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oh, fuck this. this can't be fucking happening. i have just spent the last three fucking hours backtracking and fighting the same fucking redundantbattle clusters in the same fucking patch of grass, grinding my ASS off.why? well, i overwrote my fucking savestate with the title screen, that's why!actually saving in-game, you say? what do i look like, a fucking noob? thesetedious random battles are wearing me the fuck out, i don't get nearly enoughexperience from this shit. where the fuck is my autofight button? i can feelmy carpal tunnel slowly creeping in. my bladder is going to fucking explode, iam frustrated as shit, but you know what, comrades? THIS IS GONNA BE A GRANDGODDAMN BATTLE.i've seen you before, don't wanna do it againi don't wanna see you, or your shitty friendsi've fought you before, don't wanna do it againi don't wanna see you, nor your shitty friendsi've fought you before.x666the final boss was a fuckin' jokewhy even waste my time?the credit roll's been draggin' onand i think i'd rather die.your boss list doesn't intrigue meeven with your silly jap namesLetras de cancionesat least the background music's goodbut my interest is beginning/has begun to wanex2chorus x666so here we are again, comrades. we've won the battle, we've won the war.we are basking in the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is every bit as gloriousas we could've ever imagined it could be. "but what lies at the end of the tunnel?" youmay ask. a legendary sword? a damsel in distress? no, what lies here is much greater: our memories.i rode the crest on my loyal water-steedthe shoreline lay as serene as could becoasted on the warm current's airthe pressure should've killed me by nowmy greener days have already passedi long for those simpler dayswasn't one of the crowd, wasn't one of the crowdwasn't one of the crowd, to be sure, to be surex2your ego trip went on for far too longyou stole all my limelight, i hope you realize that's wrong.glorious and generous, i still amit's only befitting that now i'm a godyou surrendered then, i can't say that i blame you.i bled the molasses from your veins, my beautiful american boyi made you squeal, like the fucking pig you were.today was a beautiful day to diei couldn't take refuge f-from my own mindbehind your million layered threads lay your emotive human soulthat was grateful to be fedmaybe it was electric but it could've just been a rainbow-flavored reveriewe walked through our day-glo dreamland, together.i was a hard-workin' boy, my shit was up to snuffbut i can't say that there weren't times when i wanted to give upYEAHHHHHHHHHHHH! From Letras Mania