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Final Fantasy Resonance Vision Terra Trailer

We have a new trailer for Final Fantasy Resonance. The new trailer is for a new vision which comes to us as we look at the hero of Final Fantasy VI Terra. The first lady of trance we see use meltdo…

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Physint Developer Response Gotten Complicated

Some news as come about Physint. Kojima return to the espionage genere seems to be up in the air in more ways than one. This will take a bit just to let you know. First more details have come up ab…

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Fate/ Extra Record Announces October Broadcast

Some Fate news as Fate/ Extra Record is set to have a broadcast. The game is getting a dedicated broadcast. If you have kept up with Type Moon you area aware of how they do streams. If you are new …

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Mega Man Dual Override Jet Man Reveal and Gameplay Demo from TGS 2026

We are still getting footage from TGS 2026. The latest is on Mega Man Dual Override. With it we got a new trailer showing Jet Man. A new robot master both Mega Man and Proto Man can take on as well…

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Lanters Inside Ep 6

Lanterns posted inside ep 6. This has us seeing the cast and crew take on the episode. The episode primary focused on the Jordan fall. He went from a hero everyone looked up to the guy everyone hat…

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Fatal Fury City of the Wolves Rumored 4th Season

Fatal Fury City of the Wolves news as a new rumor has been making the rounds that has many talking. The rumor is we might be getting another season. This is based on datamining which showed 3 chara…

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Street Fighter Movie Brings Iconic Moves to Life

We have a new trailer for Street Fighter movie. The trailer highlights one of the things the movie has been doing well since the first trailer and that is showing the moves we know and love. From t…

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Grieving Alongside Water

Listen to the audio version of Grieving Alongside Water You think you know what crying is. You think it's water from your eyes, a tremor in your voice, a hitch in your breath. That's not crying. That’s a leak. That’s a controlled demolition. I'm talking about the flood. I'm talking about the architectural failure of the whole damn building. It happened in the shower. The shower is a good place for it. The sound of the water is a roar that promises to swallow any other sound you might make. It’s a temporary privacy cloak woven from white noise. The water was hot, a sheet of tiny, stinging impacts against my back and shoulders. At first, it was just water. And then, it wasn't. Each drop became a point of pressure. A tiny, insistent finger tapping on a bruise. _Tap. You are alone. Tap. You are a failure. Tap. No one is coming. Tap. Tap. Tap._ The feeling started not in my head, but in my chest. A physical object. A cold, heavy stone being lowered into my ribcage. It was dense, a knot of old ice and compressed gravity. The hot water sluiced over my skin, but it couldn't touch the coldness of that stone. It was a geological cold. A cold from the planet’s core. My breathing changed. I was no longer pulling in air. The stone was taking up too much room. I was getting whatever was left over, thin, useless sips. Then the first sob hit. It was not a sound. It was a physical event. A violent, involuntary contraction of my diaphragm, a seismic lurch that shook my entire frame. My knees buckled. I braced myself against the tile wall. The tile was slick and cool, a shocking contrast to the heat of the water. My hand slid. My body followed. I ended up sitting on the floor of the tub, my back against the wall, the spray hammering down on my head and shoulders. And now the tears came. But in the deluge of the shower, they had no meaning. They were just more water, joining the flood. I couldn't tell the difference between the hot water from the showerhead and the hot, salty water pouring from my own eyes. I was leaking from the inside out. My body’s boundary was dissolving. The sobs were coming faster now, full-body spasms. They were ugly, guttural things, dredged up from the bottom of me. The sound was ripped from my throat, a raw, ragged noise like tearing fabric. It was the sound of a structure coming apart at the seams. I curled in on myself, my arms wrapped around my knees, trying to hold myself together as I was breaking apart. The water was a constant, indifferent weight. It flattened my hair to my skull. It streamed into my open, sobbing mouth, and I tasted the salt of my own grief mixed with the flat, metallic taste of the city water supply. I was drowning and hydrating at the same time. There are no thoughts in a moment like that. There is no 'why'. The 'why' is a luxury for later, for the quiet analysis in a dry room. In the flood, there is only the overwhelming sensory data of your own destruction. The roar of the water. The hammering pressure on your skull. The cold, unyielding tile beneath you. The stone in your chest. The raw, scraped feeling in your throat. The taste of salt and metal. I don't know how long I sat there, a collapsed building in a rainstorm. But eventually, the sobs subsided into shudders. The stone in my chest didn't disappear, but it settled. The roar of the water slowly separated itself from the roar in my own head. I was still a ruin. But the flood was receding. And I was left sitting in the wreckage, shivering, waterlogged, and terribly, terribly quiet. Listen to the audio version of Grieving Alongside Water