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Introducing the Analogue Deluxe Edition
So I’m really excited about this. For TCAF’s Bit Bazaar, I’m putting together a boxed copy of Analogue, complete with a bunch of physical goodies. It features two posters by the amazing fanartist Muju, papercraft dolls designed by my friend Adam and Raide, two embroidered mission patches1, a Steam key for the game and OST bundle, plus an exclusive preview of the Hate Plus soundtrack by Isaac Schankler.
Honestly, this is all just stuff that I really wanted an excuse to make. Right now, I’m doing a run of 200 copies; after this, I’ll probably look into seeing if there’s demand for a second print run.
The whole thing will cost you $30. If that’s too much, don’t worry—there’s also going to be postcard versions of the posters available too!
So please, stop by Bit Bazaar this Saturday and check it out! It’s going to be really really awesome!
Fair warning: due to some timing issues, the patches are not actually going to be ready in time for TCAF. :( But I’ll be taking contact information there, and I will definitely figure out a way to send them out to anyone who buys the box there, I promise! ↩
Whether you’re a monster or a human, there’s no difference in the value of someone’s life.
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When i found out Canada banned members of the Westboro Baptist Church from entering their country
canada keeps better and better
I say we put them on a raft and toss them into the Atlantic to fend for themselves…
@mizorethesnowwoman
The bus came to a stop outside the tunnel that led to Youkai Academy, as it usually had been doing. When the doors opened, a young man, perhaps a senior in high school, walked out with a rolling suitcase and a few bags.
He looked different, blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses. He looked foreign, perhaps an American.
“Well I guess this is it, Yokai academy, as the foreign transfer papers said it was.” he spoke to himself. He remembered being warned by the bus driver to be on his wits at the academy, as if he knew about the unfamiliarity of the situation he was in.
He moved towards the academy, taking his surroundings in account. It felt odd, as if this place was hiding something no one else knew about. The trees looked different, as if they were apart of a spooky manor he read about in stories about monsters and such.
