Showing posts with label Golbez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golbez. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Final Fantasy IV and Stupidity

When people ask me about my favorite videogames, Final Fantasy IV is somewhere in that Mt. Rushmore...of more than four heads. Why wouldn’t it be? It’s got magic, science fiction, creepy puppets, and…unfortunately, it also has stupid characters. Cecil has to travel the world to protect the elemental crystals from Golbez. But every time Cecil and his friends touch one, Golbez is right there to take it from them, almost like the protagonists are just leading him to the crystals. There’s even one instance where Cecil had to exchange a crystal for his girlfriend Rosa. He gives Golbez the crystal and, surprise, surprise, Golbez reneges on the deal and tries to kill him. And then there’s the dragon knight Kain, who is supposed to be one of Cecil’s allies, but he keeps getting brainwashed by Golbez…over and over again! And what does Cecil do? Welcomes Kain back into the party every single fucking time the brainwashing wears off. Tellah, an old mage with powerful magic, has to sacrifice his own life to cast Meteor on Golbez, which doesn’t kill him, but forces him to relinquish control of Kain…for a little while! And by the way, Golbez is no better. He’s an all-powerful wizard knight who could kill everyone and everything in his path with just his magic alone. There’s even a time when he leaves Cecil and crew laying on the ground…and doesn’t kill them! If Golbez is that powerful, what the fuck does he need elemental crystals for? He could just lightning bolt the world out of orbit if he wanted to! Zip-zap, done! End of story! I’m not saying I’ve never had stupid characters before, but holy shit, they’re not THAT dumb. Now that I’m looking at Final Fantasy IV through a critical lens and not a nostalgic one, where does that rank it on the Mt. Rushmore of my favorite videogames? Hmm…

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Pee-Wee Herman On Crack

VERSE 1

Baldheaded puppets, intestines for strings

They’ll cut off your head, hollow everything

A present for the darkest of dark lord knights

Not bad for a bunch of freaks who look like

Pee-Wee Herman on crack

Never get your serotonin back

Pee-Wee Herman on crack

Childhood is under attack


VERSE 2

They’ll play you a nice little waltz lullaby

Not in hopes you will sleep, but want to die

Infinite loops until your sanity goes bye-bye

Not bad for some monsters who look like

Pee-Wee Herman on meth

Pray for the quickest death

Pee-Wee Herman on drugs

Intestinal noose fits nice and snug


VERSE 3

My guitar is made from puppet strings

When I open my mouth, the demons sing

When I strike the mallet, funeral bells ring

When the puppets dance, you’ll start to think

That they’re Pee-Wee Herman on acid

Schizophrenic voices bring the traffic

Pee-Wee Herman on pills

Getting their bloodthirsty thrills


VERSE 4

When you beat them down, the trauma remains

Making lemonade out of your melting brains

All the Xanax in the world won’t help you now

Neither will the simple phrase, “I disavow”

Pee-Wee Herman on heroin

Cool off your superhero arrogance

Pee-Wee Herman on crack

Once they’re in your mind, there’s no going back

Pee-Wee Herman on crack

Pee-Wee Herman on smack

Pee-Wee Herman unpacked

From a body bag, goodbye to your sack

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

SWAuTocrat


VERSE 1
All that rage over a videogame
Have you no fucking shame?
Murdering kids with one phone call
9-1-1, watch the bodies fall
You’d kill your mother over Halo
Kill your father, don’t try to say no
You’d kill a stranger over Call of Duty
All because he plays like a newbie

CHORUS
SWAuTocrat! Fuck that!
How’d your ego get so fat?
SWAuTocrat! To the mat!
In a real fight, you’d fall flat

VERSE 2
You think you’ve got some absolution?
Excuses are nothing but noise pollution
Although you didn’t pull the trigger yourself
You’re still a murderer on your way to hell

EXTENDED CHORUS
SWAuTocrat! Fuck that!
How’d your ego get so fat?
SWAuTocrat! To the mat!
In a real fight, you’d fall flat
SWAuTobot! Time to rot!
A tough guy you are not
SWAuTomatic! Rage addict!
Rage quitter! Total bat shit!

VERSE 3
Bowser never yelled racial epithets
King Wart never shot for the head
Golbez never called the SWAT Team
Even Mad Gear knew it was all a dream
Akuma never needed a letter of pardon
Even Joker stuck around in Arkham
Fantasy and reality are mutually exclusive
You have this knowledge, fucking use it!

CHORUS 2
SWAuTocrat! Fuck that!
SWAuTobot! Take your shot!
SWAuToerotic! Psychotic!
SWAuTo race! What a waste!
SWAuTocrat!
SWAuTocrat!
SWAuTocrat!
Fuck that!