True strength comes from knowing that you can never stop improving. Y'see, true courage is bravery in the face of fear. Strength is a choice made against that which makes us weak (excess rest, comfort, and convenience)
And it was then, at that moment the universe knew you were special. It knew you had strength because you were forged in its cosmos It knew you had wisdom because you were made from the brightest stars It knew you were charming because you were made from its own beauty It knew you were loved because the universe makes its stars out of love You are the universe, you are special, stand proud For as a planet does not have to prove its worth in the universe Neither do you Stay strong warrior
The warrior; glancing up to the cosmos Faith in a North Star; a Divine purpose A song of angels, echoes across the void As I lay motionless, in eternity I hear the sound of my breath; I know that I am, Alive.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that l the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
The warrior stood alone, his silhouette framed against the cosmic tapestry that stretched out into eternity. The vibrant nebula, painted in hues of crimson and indigo, pulsated like a living entity, whispering secrets of the universe that only the stars could decipher. His armor, scarred and weathered, bore the marks of countless battles-each one a testament to his relentless pursuit of something greater, something beyond the tangible. He lifted his gaze to the heavens, the twin swords in his hands reflecting the light of distant galaxies. These blades had cleaved through more than flesh; they had severed ties to the mundane, carving out a path through the very fabric of existence. And yet, here, on the precipice of all that was and ever will be, he felt the weight of those battles bear down on him-a gravity not of this world, but of the soul. He had crossed the void, traversed the uncharted realms where time bled into itself, where the concept of self dissolved into the ether. In the end, what did it all amount to? Victory and defeat were but two sides of the same coin, tossed into the infinite with no hand to catch it. The warrior knew now that his journey was not about triumph or conquest. It was about understanding. He closed his eyes, allowing the vastness of the cosmos to seep into his consciousness. The chaos, the destruction, the endless struggle-it all stemmed from the same source: fear. Fear of the unknown, of change, of death. But in this moment, he realized that fear was merely a shadow cast by the light of truth. Truth. It was a word that had lost meaning in the face of endless conflict, yet here, in this void, it stood clear. The truth was that life was not a battle to be won but a journey to be experienced. Every loss, every victory, every moment of doubt, and every fleeting joy-they were all part of the same mosaic, a grand design woven by hands unseen. He lowered his swords, the metal no longer cold but warm, as if infused with the energy of the stars. The warrior understood that his greatest strength was not in his ability to fight, but in his capacity to embrace the vast, unknowable expanse of life itself. He was a warrior not because he wielded weapons, but because he had the courage to confront the abyss and see it for what it truly was: a mirror reflecting the depths of his own soul. With a deep breath, he took a step forward, the nebula parting before him like a curtain, revealing the path ahead. It was not a path of glory or fame, but one of peace, of unity with the cosmos. As he walked, the stars seemed to dim, the colors fading into a serene twilight. The void was no longer something to be feared, but a place of solace, of understanding. And in that understanding, the warrior found his purpose. Not to conquer, but to exist. To be a part of the endless cycle of creation and dissolution, to add his own light to the tapestry of the universe. As he disappeared into the void, a sense of calm washed over him. The journey was complete, but it was also just beginning. He was no longer the warrior he had been, bound by the chains of fear and doubt. He was something more, something eternal. The stars blinked out one by one, leaving only the silence of the infinite. But it was not an empty silence; it was full of the potential for all that could be, for all that would come. And in that silence, the warrior found peace. For in the end, he realized, it was not the battles fought or the enemies slain that defined him. It was the understanding that life, in all its complexity and wonder, was the greatest journey of all. And that journey was never truly over, as long as there were stars to guide the way.
Go outside, and look up. Don your armour firstly, of course. And take headphones, the droning such as this ^ probably helps amplify the feeling. Then stay there for untold eons until someone on a quest approaches after having crossed deafening distances of darkness unknowable to rouse you because brother, they *need* you. After which you of course return to your solitude in the void. A lonely and thankless occupation as a keeper and protector but that’s your gig. Amongst the knowledge you must keep is the answer to the question “Does something look sick even if no one sees it?” But until then, throw on the Cecil drip and look up, and ponder the mystery.
As much as every one is whining about how hard these games are, it wasn’t as hard as I thought they would be, feel free to try any of them whenever you want ( don’t come close to ds2)
"fight after fight, hit after hit... they still stand tall... they still hit hard... what secret's do they hide?, what weapons do they wield?, if only i could see them in battle... who am i kidding, i would parish if they even looked at me, even from a distance... but maybe one day... maybe one day i'll see the one who will become the next lord... the next ruler, weather its by knowledge or muscle i wish to be by their side rather than hiding and scavenging their battle fields, oh what wonders a life of peace, knowing the newest contender for lord... if only a reality to unravelled... maybe they will adopt the burning flame of chaos... or the un-ending embrace of stars... maybe even the sight of perfection... not of this old order... a fractured and horrid left over of what was once a great civilisation... or a world of traps, of nightmares even... or possibly worse... an embrace colder than death its self... well, either way... may the greater will grant guidance to their greatness, and to their very destiny, purpose if you must... may grace shine through this special tarnished"
Beautiful 🌹 ShadowFloof ,, Profound , Deep Long experience and understanding from the Souls 9f the Greatest Warriors...You 🌹 should publish this , copyright, for Our Warriors ..Simply Beautiful 🌹
you've overcome fear year after year after tear in reality this malady became your aegis wood anxious to burn forever. You live in the brave and the clever but never doubt time's composure; your life is as light as the feather falling past the moments you missed while you felt afraid. but your heart is stone that weighs you down. it hurts. but it anchors you to Earth. You-are-brave as-you-face oblivion.
In this the field of the fallen, of friends and foe men. The darkness of night stretches infinitely before me. I wonder what happened to have caused this destruction. I wandered through the waves of grass and looked upon the hollow faces. Eyes affixed to the stars suspended in the gloomy skies above. Under the pale moon I knelt, a sword in my hand, shattered and bent. A glassy figure stood before me, a reflection of shattered dreams. “There is no glory in war, only sorrow. To have survived this hell…”
I saw this hero. I see this man - this hero - jumping in. Not running away. Like we did. He jumped in and tried to save anyone he could. I'm... I am completely ashamed of myself. - J. Jonah Jameson
"Your strength... extraordinary" says the man he bleeds out on the ground for his chest has been pierced by the blade of a once comrade, but now the reaper of his life. "You can still come out of this alive" the paladin says, "You don't have to die old frien-" "I'd rather burn in the darkest pits of hell then experience another second with you heretic" he says spitting on the armor of the paladin. "Fine then" the paladin says as he lifts his sword up ready to finally reap this mans soul. "Then may god forgive you at the gates of heaven friend...". With that the paladin pierces the mans heart, finally taking his life. He stands there over him for a second, thinking about all the good times they had from the first drink they had to all the way back when they first saw each other at their first time at the chapel, he plants into his chest quietly crying to himself for that his friend cannot comfort him no more. He regrets his decisions not just this one, joining the ranks of the chapels army, agreeing to become a paladin, snooping around to realize the corruption the chapel truly has. Maybe if he hadn't done any of this maybe he'd have a happier life. Maybe he'd had still have his best friend. But those decisions can't be made anymore. Now all he can do is move forward. So grabbing his friends sword he swears to finally put an end to the corruption and reform the faith back to order.
The warrior lay dying on the battlefield, his old friend not far. His breath was ragged, blood leaking from his wounds. He would never see his children again, this he knew. But even in this bleak end, he could only smile at himself. A life of war and conquest, brotherhood and division, love and hatred. He looked up at the stars, the smile across his face. “How was it? Was my dance beautiful enough for you?” he asked to the sky above. “You were extraordinary,” the universe answered to him. With one last breath, as his eyes drew to a close, he let the last words escape his lips. “Good… I loved it all.”
"If it were truly sufficient... Then why am i dying? Why must you look so dejected... like im some Puppy on the street... Im a warrior damnit... And i... Im not stoping... Until your blood wipes away my own."
"Be still and know that I am God" . I will never forsake you in the valley of the pits . You will know thy power , you will feel thy might and you will be in awe of the Almighty powerful force that shall rise out of you & squander all your enemies in the blink of an eye .
Resilience is a necessary weapon against deception. Before all is revealed, and that which is on my back, finally breaks it down and my Reality in Jahanam is unveiled for me to decay in, forever. What an evil game. Not for losers like me. Only those with sight and hearing.
I made a promise once. Someone who told me to run- live my life without her. She didn't care for anything besides me. But I stayed by her side til the end, until I watched the universe crawl to a stop without her in it. And so I had to leave her. I wandered for so long. I'm tired. Broken. Fragmented. Lost. But then I came here, this... lovely world. I stayed still for once, basking in the scenery. And then you arrived. The lands became torched. The trees fell and the gods cried in pain. I couldn't watch any longer. For once... I don't feel remorse for this. You showed your strength, and it made your bed. I will make you lie in it. Show me your strength, warrior.
We all die one day but does that mean our life has no meaning? Would you have said that about our slain comrades? They were not meaningless because as we face certain death. My soldiers push forward and rage! 🏇
Friend? I'm ready to be just a an entity without needing another's presence, despite the phenomenon of lonliness happening around those who set boundries, in order to break old patterns amoung thier old selves, old selves? Yes are memories is what keeps us intact despite wanting to be someone new, not reminisce of who we once was but as progression stones revealing of how far one has dissociated from modernity, the consequences of the human race is about to be revealed and i don't mind living my last days alone, sure, it might catch up with me after a while, however i do not need to end my life is such a pain were to get close to my heart, body, soul or all of the above, we are social creatures, i get it, I'm just too self aware, while also keeping my self open, just in case things do get better, ultimately that is up to me. Does one need a friend despite knowing and not believing on how much psychological distress one can take and become a teacher of this multidimensional warfare? yes, i would want a friend. No i don't need a friend, my happiness shouldn't exist, in expense of someone else's energy. whatever it takes, what else shall one do but accept.
Everyone in the comment section: Writing cringe ass bs about what they're seeing and hearing. Me: Heh. What if he ripped a fat one while standing there dramatically. Hehe.
honestly I found this one to be quite disappointing in it's monotony & sort of low droning tone that was just kind of boring. it didn't make me feel... powerful or strong. it's somewhat beautiful, especially the background so I'll give it that. but maybe I just expected something very different...
Brave Tarnished...
Thy strength befits a crown
"Rise, Tarnished"
"Ye dead, who yet live"
"Ashen One" hits different being my 1st FromSoft game
True strength comes from knowing that you can never stop improving.
Y'see, true courage is bravery in the face of fear.
Strength is a choice made against that which makes us weak (excess rest, comfort, and convenience)
The mark of a true Lord.
O' dear Miquella...
Dearest Miquella, my brother...
I've finally met...my match...
😳@@Cardiocab
And it was then, at that moment the universe knew you were special.
It knew you had strength because you were forged in its cosmos
It knew you had wisdom because you were made from the brightest stars
It knew you were charming because you were made from its own beauty
It knew you were loved because the universe makes its stars out of love
You are the universe, you are special, stand proud
For as a planet does not have to prove its worth in the universe
Neither do you
Stay strong warrior
Dear Miquella... I've finally found... my match.
The warrior; glancing up to the cosmos
Faith in a North Star; a Divine purpose
A song of angels, echoes across the void
As I lay motionless, in eternity
I hear the sound of my breath; I know that I am, Alive.
Simply Beautiful 🌹 Divine 🌹🌟
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that l the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥
"Weakness is our strength" - 1984
Amen
Say it with me people: *I can do ALL THINGS* through *Christ* who strengthens me.
“When I am weak I am strong” yes continue to delude yourself with the lies of society and religion instead of facing problems head on
The warrior stood alone, his silhouette framed against the cosmic tapestry that stretched out into eternity. The vibrant nebula, painted in hues of crimson and indigo, pulsated like a living entity, whispering secrets of the universe that only the stars could decipher. His armor, scarred and weathered, bore the marks of countless battles-each one a testament to his relentless pursuit of something greater, something beyond the tangible.
He lifted his gaze to the heavens, the twin swords in his hands reflecting the light of distant galaxies. These blades had cleaved through more than flesh; they had severed ties to the mundane, carving out a path through the very fabric of existence. And yet, here, on the precipice of all that was and ever will be, he felt the weight of those battles bear down on him-a gravity not of this world, but of the soul.
He had crossed the void, traversed the uncharted realms where time bled into itself, where the concept of self dissolved into the ether. In the end, what did it all amount to? Victory and defeat were but two sides of the same coin, tossed into the infinite with no hand to catch it. The warrior knew now that his journey was not about triumph or conquest. It was about understanding.
He closed his eyes, allowing the vastness of the cosmos to seep into his consciousness. The chaos, the destruction, the endless struggle-it all stemmed from the same source: fear. Fear of the unknown, of change, of death. But in this moment, he realized that fear was merely a shadow cast by the light of truth.
Truth. It was a word that had lost meaning in the face of endless conflict, yet here, in this void, it stood clear. The truth was that life was not a battle to be won but a journey to be experienced. Every loss, every victory, every moment of doubt, and every fleeting joy-they were all part of the same mosaic, a grand design woven by hands unseen.
He lowered his swords, the metal no longer cold but warm, as if infused with the energy of the stars. The warrior understood that his greatest strength was not in his ability to fight, but in his capacity to embrace the vast, unknowable expanse of life itself. He was a warrior not because he wielded weapons, but because he had the courage to confront the abyss and see it for what it truly was: a mirror reflecting the depths of his own soul.
With a deep breath, he took a step forward, the nebula parting before him like a curtain, revealing the path ahead. It was not a path of glory or fame, but one of peace, of unity with the cosmos. As he walked, the stars seemed to dim, the colors fading into a serene twilight. The void was no longer something to be feared, but a place of solace, of understanding.
And in that understanding, the warrior found his purpose. Not to conquer, but to exist. To be a part of the endless cycle of creation and dissolution, to add his own light to the tapestry of the universe.
As he disappeared into the void, a sense of calm washed over him. The journey was complete, but it was also just beginning. He was no longer the warrior he had been, bound by the chains of fear and doubt. He was something more, something eternal.
The stars blinked out one by one, leaving only the silence of the infinite. But it was not an empty silence; it was full of the potential for all that could be, for all that would come. And in that silence, the warrior found peace.
For in the end, he realized, it was not the battles fought or the enemies slain that defined him. It was the understanding that life, in all its complexity and wonder, was the greatest journey of all. And that journey was never truly over, as long as there were stars to guide the way.
Beautiful.
Is this part of a story? I really want to read more things like this.
btw imagine this in final chapter of Berserk.
wow
Perfect
chat gpt
@@OdinTM99 lmaooo i'm fuckin dying
oh man to be a dark knight standing amongst the cosmos. them's would be the days....
You can do that right now if you go outside at night and look at the sky 👍
Go outside, and look up.
Don your armour firstly, of course.
And take headphones, the droning such as this ^ probably helps amplify the feeling.
Then stay there for untold eons until someone on a quest approaches after having crossed deafening distances of darkness unknowable to rouse you because brother, they *need* you. After which you of course return to your solitude in the void. A lonely and thankless occupation as a keeper and protector but that’s your gig. Amongst the knowledge you must keep is the answer to the question “Does something look sick even if no one sees it?”
But until then, throw on the Cecil drip and look up, and ponder the mystery.
@@macdhomhnaill7721 thanks it worked!
"Allow me to c- call you this, just once, before it all ended, My Lord, f- for that is what you are."
I haven't played Elden Ring, and I'm not a fan of games in this genre, but this ambient is really good)
Thanks to the author for his work!
As much as every one is whining about how hard these games are, it wasn’t as hard as I thought they would be, feel free to try any of them whenever you want ( don’t come close to ds2)
This dudes videos get me thinking... its music like this that reminds me why i wanna keep moving forward.
Extraordinary comes from relentless effort, facing difficulties and overcoming them.
There is a strength within ourselves, that we can only understand and make use of by facing our fears 💪🏽
"fight after fight, hit after hit... they still stand tall... they still hit hard... what secret's do they hide?, what weapons do they wield?, if only i could see them in battle... who am i kidding, i would parish if they even looked at me, even from a distance... but maybe one day... maybe one day i'll see the one who will become the next lord... the next ruler, weather its by knowledge or muscle i wish to be by their side rather than hiding and scavenging their battle fields, oh what wonders a life of peace, knowing the newest contender for lord... if only a reality to unravelled... maybe they will adopt the burning flame of chaos... or the un-ending embrace of stars... maybe even the sight of perfection... not of this old order... a fractured and horrid left over of what was once a great civilisation... or a world of traps, of nightmares even... or possibly worse... an embrace colder than death its self... well, either way... may the greater will grant guidance to their greatness, and to their very destiny, purpose if you must... may grace shine through this special tarnished"
Who says this?
@@threadierfir5499 me, thy brave tarnished, i have made this, it is not a quote of another, but of my own knowledge, sorry if i haveth confused thou
@@shadowfloof9435 ah a true poet indeed
Beautiful 🌹 ShadowFloof ,, Profound , Deep Long experience and understanding from the Souls 9f the Greatest Warriors...You 🌹 should publish this , copyright, for Our Warriors ..Simply Beautiful 🌹
Divine 🌹🌟 ShadowFloof...
you've overcome fear
year after year
after tear
in reality
this malady became your aegis
wood anxious to burn forever.
You live in the brave and the clever
but never doubt time's composure;
your life is as light as the feather falling past the moments you missed while you felt afraid.
but your heart is stone that weighs you down.
it hurts.
but it anchors you
to Earth.
You-are-brave
as-you-face
oblivion.
I'm Malenia... Blade of Miquella. And i never know defeat.
We all have become lords in our way, just not the way we thought we would have.
Your strength...extraordinary
In this the field of the fallen, of friends and foe men. The darkness of night stretches infinitely before me. I wonder what happened to have caused this destruction. I wandered through the waves of grass and looked upon the hollow faces. Eyes affixed to the stars suspended in the gloomy skies above. Under the pale moon I knelt, a sword in my hand, shattered and bent.
A glassy figure stood before me, a reflection of shattered dreams.
“There is no glory in war, only sorrow. To have survived this hell…”
The work is never ending...
Una hermosa música de ambiente. Cerrar los ojos con ella te lleva a otros mundos y te acompaña a explorarlos en un suave silencio.
I saw this hero. I see this man - this hero - jumping in. Not running away. Like we did. He jumped in and tried to save anyone he could. I'm... I am completely ashamed of myself.
- J. Jonah Jameson
The spark of the divine kindles itself within you, and yearns for release...
Inspiring ❤
May chaos take the world MAY CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD
Thank you
"Your strength... extraordinary" says the man he bleeds out on the ground for his chest has been pierced by the blade of a once comrade, but now the reaper of his life. "You can still come out of this alive" the paladin says, "You don't have to die old frien-" "I'd rather burn in the darkest pits of hell then experience another second with you heretic" he says spitting on the armor of the paladin. "Fine then" the paladin says as he lifts his sword up ready to finally reap this mans soul. "Then may god forgive you at the gates of heaven friend...". With that the paladin pierces the mans heart, finally taking his life. He stands there over him for a second, thinking about all the good times they had from the first drink they had to all the way back when they first saw each other at their first time at the chapel, he plants into his chest quietly crying to himself for that his friend cannot comfort him no more. He regrets his decisions not just this one, joining the ranks of the chapels army, agreeing to become a paladin, snooping around to realize the corruption the chapel truly has. Maybe if he hadn't done any of this maybe he'd have a happier life. Maybe he'd had still have his best friend. But those decisions can't be made anymore. Now all he can do is move forward. So grabbing his friends sword he swears to finally put an end to the corruption and reform the faith back to order.
The mark...of à true lord
The mark... of a true Lord.
This music, so... Eldrich almost, out of this plane of reality, it's unreal, it's like it doesn't exist but it does.
amazing
The warrior lay dying on the battlefield, his old friend not far.
His breath was ragged, blood leaking from his wounds.
He would never see his children again, this he knew.
But even in this bleak end, he could only smile at himself.
A life of war and conquest, brotherhood and division, love and hatred.
He looked up at the stars, the smile across his face.
“How was it? Was my dance beautiful enough for you?” he asked to the sky above.
“You were extraordinary,” the universe answered to him.
With one last breath, as his eyes drew to a close, he let the last words escape his lips.
“Good… I loved it all.”
"seeker of fire, converter of the throne..."
Together, we press onward.
"If it were truly sufficient... Then why am i dying? Why must you look so dejected... like im some Puppy on the street... Im a warrior damnit... And i... Im not stoping... Until your blood wipes away my own."
"Be still and know that I am God" . I will never forsake you in the valley of the pits . You will know thy power , you will feel thy might and you will be in awe of the Almighty powerful force that shall rise out of you & squander all your enemies in the blink of an eye .
Give hope to men, Keep none for myself. - LOTR
Resilience is a necessary weapon against deception.
Before all is revealed, and that which is on my back, finally breaks it down and my Reality in Jahanam is unveiled for me to decay in, forever.
What an evil game. Not for losers like me. Only those with sight and hearing.
I made a promise once. Someone who told me to run- live my life without her. She didn't care for anything besides me.
But I stayed by her side til the end, until I watched the universe crawl to a stop without her in it.
And so I had to leave her.
I wandered for so long.
I'm tired. Broken. Fragmented. Lost.
But then I came here, this... lovely world.
I stayed still for once, basking in the scenery.
And then you arrived.
The lands became torched. The trees fell and the gods cried in pain.
I couldn't watch any longer.
For once... I don't feel remorse for this. You showed your strength, and it made your bed.
I will make you lie in it.
Show me your strength, warrior.
gon lift some heavy ass weights to these
the Mark of True Lord (c)
Melania was truly a magnificent warrior.
Melania?
"A mark of a true lord"
.... the mark of a true lord
We all die one day but does that mean our life has no meaning? Would you have said that about our slain comrades? They were not meaningless because as we face certain death. My soldiers push forward and rage! 🏇
And where is my man with the heart of an Angel.....
Tank gu
Friend? I'm ready to be just a an entity without needing another's presence, despite the phenomenon of lonliness happening around those who set boundries, in order to break old patterns amoung thier old selves, old selves?
Yes are memories is what keeps us intact despite wanting to be someone new, not reminisce of who we once was but as progression stones revealing of how far one has dissociated from modernity, the consequences of the human race is about to be revealed and i don't mind living my last days alone, sure, it might catch up with me after a while, however i do not need to end my life is such a pain were to get close to my heart, body, soul or all of the above, we are social creatures, i get it, I'm just too self aware, while also keeping my self open, just in case things do get better, ultimately that is up to me.
Does one need a friend despite knowing and not believing on how much psychological distress one can take and become a teacher of this multidimensional warfare? yes, i would want a friend. No i don't need a friend, my happiness shouldn't exist, in expense of someone else's energy.
whatever it takes, what else shall one do but accept.
It's alright
I alone... am The Elden Lord.
I need that background picture
Daily listener
"Ashen One?"
Background?
I have finally met... my match...
It would be easy to teach you if you had a black belt....come live with me brother. 🥋
sweet
Can i have a link to the background pleeaseeeeeeeeee
Where'd you get the screen image? Looks good
Can i have the link to this background>?
source of pic?
Malenia Romance missing :(
Where I can find that picture? I need it as my wallpaper!
truly a goated game to let us fist fight
I want this image as a wallpaper. Where can I get it from?
Is that wallpaper available on wallpaper engine?
What if you were the kind of person who was ready when shit gets real?
Which's the first best one?
Me
What is this artstyle called? And is it AI?
im so confused with the comment section
I am too 😂
If ER is 2nd best game, what is nr1?
Everyone in the comment section: Writing cringe ass bs about what they're seeing and hearing.
Me: Heh. What if he ripped a fat one while standing there dramatically. Hehe.
Is this AI? I am suspicious of any videos that happen to end at exact times now.
Does it matter if it is?
Yup, sure does homeboy
@@Lux_Ferox I would much rather support somebody who made it by hand rather than by AI. it's a personal preference
@@flutterbree I would have thought a real person might compose a piece like this to give the impression of great strength, instead of a quiet drone..
sir, what is the first best game of all time
honestly I found this one to be quite disappointing in it's monotony & sort of low droning tone that was just kind of boring. it didn't make me feel... powerful or strong. it's somewhat beautiful, especially the background so I'll give it that. but maybe I just expected something very different...
i don't think it's that good