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MegaKid
For: I wanna have a good WiFi
For: I wanna have a good WiFi
Best
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Rating: 10.0 100
Difficulty: 45 45
Feb 18, 2021
Aiwana1LoveTrap
For: I Wanna Wake Up, Get Out There
For: I Wanna Wake Up, Get Out There
fun FTFA-like.
The only problem is that there are subpixel-dependent jumps, which can be luck.
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The only problem is that there are subpixel-dependent jumps, which can be luck.
Rating: N/A
Difficulty: N/A
Feb 18, 2021
princeoflight612
For: I Wanna Decimate The Purple Taisa
For: I Wanna Decimate The Purple Taisa
Very good intermediate difficulty colonel-styled boss fight. The first phase of the boss is an avoidance with a variety of pretty fun barrage attacks, however, what makes the fight stand out is the second phase, which is an infinite jump shootable boss barrage phase that introduces new attacks as you deplete its HP. I've always been a fan of infinite jump bosses like this and this does it in a really good way, being always very fun and tense to get to and play.
Overall, definitely recommended.
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Overall, definitely recommended.
Rating: 8.5 85
Difficulty: 62 62
Feb 18, 2021
I_Am_K_Little_Fish [Creator]
For: i wanna go happy way
For: i wanna go happy way
There's a new version! (The old version is can't download) This new version is internationalization.
http://www.mediafire.com/file/gpfo2bnmoz0ttl1/i_wanna_go_happy_way.7z/file
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http://www.mediafire.com/file/gpfo2bnmoz0ttl1/i_wanna_go_happy_way.7z/file
Rating: N/A
Difficulty: N/A
Feb 18, 2021
shign
For: Meteor2i3, Happy Birthday!
For: Meteor2i3, Happy Birthday!
Very satisfying collab where each stage is very distinct from the others.
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Rating: 8.5 85
Difficulty: 57 57
Feb 18, 2021
YaBoiMarcAntony
For: I Wanna Appreciate the Wolf's Enthusiasm
For: I Wanna Appreciate the Wolf's Enthusiasm
While this is a good game, I must admit that as it went on, the needle became more and more uncomfortable, to the point where I was on the last couple screens for months because I would open the game and become irritated in just a few minutes of grinding. Nonetheless, the game is still well worth a play as it's Skulldude needle, something that makes it a minimum of pretty good.
Tagged as: Needle
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Rating: 6.5 65
Difficulty: 65 65
Feb 18, 2021
fangameXPmaster
For: I Wanna Happy Birthday The Super F!!
For: I Wanna Happy Birthday The Super F!!
Something pretending to be a medley
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Rating: 3.0 30
Difficulty: 50 50
Feb 18, 2021
YaBoiMarcAntony
For: I wanna stop crying myself to sleep
For: I wanna stop crying myself to sleep
On the day that my mom passed away, I knew that it was coming. The night before carried a peculiar air which I hope to never live through again, one of unexplainable fear and seemingly-illogical worry. Our dog, Belle, seemed to know it was coming, though, being especially worrisome to my mother, who was at the time sick with what we assumed to just be the flu or something. Maybe it was the flu, or maybe it was something worse, either way, it was enough to kill her.
My father woke me up telling me that she had been taken off in an ambulance and apparently he wasn't allowed to ride with them. I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep, so I wanted to just close my eyes again and sleep once more, but that was obviously not an option despite how badly I wanted it to be. We were driven to the hospital by one of my brother's friends, walked into the place and was directed into some small room, and soon the doctor came in and told us bluntly that she was dead. So, I walked out of the room, leaving behind my aunt crying into my father's arms, then went outside to call my best friend. I had to call her several times before she woke up as it was rather early in the morning, and before I could say what had happened, I broke down into tears without being able to tell her that my mother was dead.
I knew that she was going to die, but I was too afraid to say anything. It was obvious she was unwell, but I felt naïve, believing that I was blowing what was just a passing sickness way out of proportion. I was foolishly afraid of the moderate embarrassment of being wrong rather than just getting over such a silly fear and forcing my father to take her to the hospital. Because of this, I feel that I am in some way responsible for her death. That's not really true, of course, but that doesn't take away the guilt I will feel for the rest of my life.
Grief remains for all time, mortal wounds such as the death of a loved one will never wash away, and I will for the rest of my life regret the night that I was afraid of being wrong about my mother's death.
It's been a little over a year since she died, but what healing is there to show for it? I tried to give off a sense of strength outwardly, but it is simply not there in all reality. I have put my life on hold for a year because I do not have the will to move on, whether it's because I refuse to move on without her or because I am simply too worn out from this massive blow to my life, I do not really know. Perhaps my life will be no different a year from now, or maybe I'll stay this way until the day I die, feeling like static, unable to return to who I was before.
And should I not be okay now? Perhaps not okay, but shouldn't I be better than I was before? A year may not be significant in the grand scheme of things, but in my own life, a year is a few minutes in the few hours of this world that I have, and they are wasted away wallowing and allowing my self to stagnate, to wither and fade away, ruining the life that my mother sought so desperately to let flourish.
I wish that I could be better, that I could move past this and start the clock yet again. I have only so much time to live, and I want only to live in the time that I have, but grief freezes a life, and I do not have it in me to challenge something so monumental as grief.
All these thoughts and musings go through my head often. They are the whisperings of a part of myself which holds too much control over my life. Because you know what? Who gives a God damn that I've let a year go by with almost nothing to show for it? What part of life has made it such that I feel like I have spent too long mourning with nothing to show for it, too long crying without any end in sight? It is okay to cry, and it is okay to grieve. There is no limit to how long we may spend moaning about our hurts because that is the very way that we move past them.
I Wanna Stop Crying Myself to Sleep is a game which recognizes this one fact and tells us at every moment which pain seeps in that it is ok to cry, that this shall pass and that we are allowed to hurt. From beginning to end, Chyeri's masterpiece lulls us to sleep and allows our tears to dry happily on our cheeks, having been heard and allowed to flow - and what a more perfect time for this game to release, so early into what many would call one of the worst years of their lives? I know that I have seen none worse than this.
Everything falls into place in Crying, every aspect of it comes together to create this therapeutic image, from the plunge into sleep in the first stage, with the peaceful and meditative music playing in the background as the moonlight guides your way through the effortlessly perfect level, to the rousing lullaby that plays you off to the end in one of the most beautiful moments I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I need not comment further on the astonishing quality of gameplay as it is a well known fact, as it should be, but it is necessary to note that this is not perfect gameplay for the sake of it. Many makers create simply with the intent of making good games, and that is quite alright. Some of my favorite games have this air of "I just wanted to make something good." Crying, however, is one of the rare pieces of brilliance that steps beyond that and decides to say something with their game.
It is so easy to speak your message in a movie, song, show, or what have you. Hell, even video games don't have much difficulty in imparting their theses on life. Fangames, however, are in a bit of an odd situation. They operate on a mostly silent level, being one of the most pure examples of mechanics-driven gameplay ever. Some fangames attempt to tell a story, but most are simply a series of platforming screens that may or may not feel connected to each other. Some of these fangames, however, are able to say something without a word of dialogue, some makers are able to send a message through these silly screens covered in spikes and what have you. Chyeri was able to tell me that it is okay to cry simply through their choice of music, visuals, and the very way that they designed their needle. Despite how difficult this game is, I rarely felt angry or like I was stuck on anything. In fact, in nearly every case, I was happy to be stuck on a save because Crying's gameplay is like sweet words of encouragement which puts my soul at rest - at least, for the time being. Obviously I will hurt in the future, perhaps more so than I do now, but it is okay. Let your pain gnaw away at your soul, let yourself suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and be, because you will never move past your grief without letting yourself feel it.
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My father woke me up telling me that she had been taken off in an ambulance and apparently he wasn't allowed to ride with them. I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep, so I wanted to just close my eyes again and sleep once more, but that was obviously not an option despite how badly I wanted it to be. We were driven to the hospital by one of my brother's friends, walked into the place and was directed into some small room, and soon the doctor came in and told us bluntly that she was dead. So, I walked out of the room, leaving behind my aunt crying into my father's arms, then went outside to call my best friend. I had to call her several times before she woke up as it was rather early in the morning, and before I could say what had happened, I broke down into tears without being able to tell her that my mother was dead.
I knew that she was going to die, but I was too afraid to say anything. It was obvious she was unwell, but I felt naïve, believing that I was blowing what was just a passing sickness way out of proportion. I was foolishly afraid of the moderate embarrassment of being wrong rather than just getting over such a silly fear and forcing my father to take her to the hospital. Because of this, I feel that I am in some way responsible for her death. That's not really true, of course, but that doesn't take away the guilt I will feel for the rest of my life.
Grief remains for all time, mortal wounds such as the death of a loved one will never wash away, and I will for the rest of my life regret the night that I was afraid of being wrong about my mother's death.
It's been a little over a year since she died, but what healing is there to show for it? I tried to give off a sense of strength outwardly, but it is simply not there in all reality. I have put my life on hold for a year because I do not have the will to move on, whether it's because I refuse to move on without her or because I am simply too worn out from this massive blow to my life, I do not really know. Perhaps my life will be no different a year from now, or maybe I'll stay this way until the day I die, feeling like static, unable to return to who I was before.
And should I not be okay now? Perhaps not okay, but shouldn't I be better than I was before? A year may not be significant in the grand scheme of things, but in my own life, a year is a few minutes in the few hours of this world that I have, and they are wasted away wallowing and allowing my self to stagnate, to wither and fade away, ruining the life that my mother sought so desperately to let flourish.
I wish that I could be better, that I could move past this and start the clock yet again. I have only so much time to live, and I want only to live in the time that I have, but grief freezes a life, and I do not have it in me to challenge something so monumental as grief.
All these thoughts and musings go through my head often. They are the whisperings of a part of myself which holds too much control over my life. Because you know what? Who gives a God damn that I've let a year go by with almost nothing to show for it? What part of life has made it such that I feel like I have spent too long mourning with nothing to show for it, too long crying without any end in sight? It is okay to cry, and it is okay to grieve. There is no limit to how long we may spend moaning about our hurts because that is the very way that we move past them.
I Wanna Stop Crying Myself to Sleep is a game which recognizes this one fact and tells us at every moment which pain seeps in that it is ok to cry, that this shall pass and that we are allowed to hurt. From beginning to end, Chyeri's masterpiece lulls us to sleep and allows our tears to dry happily on our cheeks, having been heard and allowed to flow - and what a more perfect time for this game to release, so early into what many would call one of the worst years of their lives? I know that I have seen none worse than this.
Everything falls into place in Crying, every aspect of it comes together to create this therapeutic image, from the plunge into sleep in the first stage, with the peaceful and meditative music playing in the background as the moonlight guides your way through the effortlessly perfect level, to the rousing lullaby that plays you off to the end in one of the most beautiful moments I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I need not comment further on the astonishing quality of gameplay as it is a well known fact, as it should be, but it is necessary to note that this is not perfect gameplay for the sake of it. Many makers create simply with the intent of making good games, and that is quite alright. Some of my favorite games have this air of "I just wanted to make something good." Crying, however, is one of the rare pieces of brilliance that steps beyond that and decides to say something with their game.
It is so easy to speak your message in a movie, song, show, or what have you. Hell, even video games don't have much difficulty in imparting their theses on life. Fangames, however, are in a bit of an odd situation. They operate on a mostly silent level, being one of the most pure examples of mechanics-driven gameplay ever. Some fangames attempt to tell a story, but most are simply a series of platforming screens that may or may not feel connected to each other. Some of these fangames, however, are able to say something without a word of dialogue, some makers are able to send a message through these silly screens covered in spikes and what have you. Chyeri was able to tell me that it is okay to cry simply through their choice of music, visuals, and the very way that they designed their needle. Despite how difficult this game is, I rarely felt angry or like I was stuck on anything. In fact, in nearly every case, I was happy to be stuck on a save because Crying's gameplay is like sweet words of encouragement which puts my soul at rest - at least, for the time being. Obviously I will hurt in the future, perhaps more so than I do now, but it is okay. Let your pain gnaw away at your soul, let yourself suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and be, because you will never move past your grief without letting yourself feel it.
Rating: 9.5 95
Difficulty: 85 85
Feb 18, 2021