I blame the fact that these two fucker frogs pull a Dragon Ball Z and fuse together to form an unholy alliance: a fucking slot machine that spits out the hardest shit to avoid. Like, the conductor? Or the first ghost guy with the eyes? Can he even see what he’s doing? Who knows, but at least they seem nice enough to want to help, even if they can’t.Īn unexpectedly tough fight for being so early in the game. And I can’t rely on any of them, since some don’t have hands, only wheels. But I’m not sure who on the train would come help me move, like which skeleton dude. But it’s awesome, aesthetically and mechanically, it’s just super cool to learn the steps slowly and beat this right before the ending boss at the casino. sprinkled with lots of floating soap bars to parry. This is my favorite boss battle in the entire game, and is only difficult because of the large amount of twists and different segments, and how slightly different they were back-to-back. “Hey, can you help me move Friday?” “Sure, you owe me though! Ha ha.” And then I get my thumbs broken. He probably owes people money, and I don’t want that involved in my life. No way, nah, I don’t fuck with that, or a skeleton horse who gambles on the ponies. Trees and shit going by, you can’t see anything. It’s unsettling.Īnother King Dice mini-boss who sucks ass, but this time part of the screen is obscured for no god damn reason. I don’t like him, I don’t like dodging his moves, and I don’t like that look. He might like, want shit, and steal it by hiding it and doing magic and other garbage tactics like that. He has that crazed look in his eye, this fucking rabbit.
And I want nothing I own to disappear if he were to help me move. This is one of those mini-bosses during the King Dice fight, and he was the hardest for me IMHO. The literal devil would want me to check back into hell soon, why would I hit up his phone asking for more help? I’m not signing any deal with the devil for a move this Saturday. The art is cool but it is so fucking cumbersome to dodge for so long without hitting him. God damn there is no room on the screen for this boss fight and I hate it. I mean, possibly, if he had hands with fingers and not wings and feathers. Is Wally one of those reliable friends? No, no he is not. It’s extra for the movers to go without the elevator, that’s why I need friends. Same with attempting to ask for help this weekend when I hire the movers to come over and drive between boroughs and unpack my stuff up four flights of stairs. Why is there a bird stuck in a birdhouse, and why is there a baby bird in an egg, and at the end, why is he fighting from an old timey hospital stretcher? How is this dingus supposed to help anyone, let alone himself? Also, this fight is a pain in the ass. Fuck this shit, I’ll move in to my new apartment all by myself. This was just infuriating and grueling and grinding for no reason and I had to be in the air the entire time. None of his robot bots or little bombs and aeroplanes would help either, they would just get in the way. You can’t see his health bar or use the progress meter to determine how far you are in the fight, and you can’t see his schedule or determine if he’s really going to a wedding out of state and ”just can’t, man”, or whatever. Too busy building robots and shit that piss me off, not enough time being a reliable friend who can give me free medical advice or, you know, help me move this weekend. And her pink balls of death to boot! The whole stage is impossible, and no one that disorganized in life can or should help me move my stuff, which is already so neatly labeled and divided into boxesĪnother total jerk, wow, can this dude please fuck off. Even her minions are the damn worst: the fucking pig cop and bees, and those other bastards. I wouldn’t even want to ask her to help me move because I know what her answer would be and I don’t want to hear any sass or attitude. I cannot express in words how disgusting and difficult it was to beat this queen bee bitch motherfucker shit cock it makes me so mad. Boy oh boy did my life slowly lose years as my cells disintegrated one by one.