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I'm Gonna Burn Down the House Tonight

@burndownthehousetonight / burndownthehousetonight.tumblr.com

AU RP blog for Manic the Hedgehog. Occasionally for OC, Fringe. Occasionally NSFW, all tagged thoroughly. If you're interested in an RP, feel free to check out the rules
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japanese game dev in the 90s: hey dude can you make some music for our game about anime girls getting fucked sloppy style

guy who's about to push the PC-98 sound card to its absolute limit and create the most heartachingly beautiful music you've ever heard: Yeah okay

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Feast your eyes on one of the strangest low-fives I have ever seen /lh:

Manic: “Man, that was close!”

Manic & Knuckles: “Euhhh...

Source: Sonic Underground, Episode 27 (1999).

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To be frank, I’m not entirely sure who this character is. But while I was looking through sprite resource for reasons, I found this twink who is both based on a tarot card and looks like a little shit, so naturally, I had to draw him with a pingas

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Open starter for mutuals

The violet hedgehog stood on a roadside somewhere in the middle of the dystopian neon city, leaning on a light pole with his shades down over his eyes. He was having a difficult time with all cognitive function, catatonic with a loud ringing filling his ears. It was as if the internal operating system in his brain had stopped responding, though his heart was racing. He couldn’t even think just staring blankly across the street while hover cars zoomed by and passersby avoided getting near him. Soon his nose began to drip blood, twin black rivers running down over his lips and landing on the concrete at his feet. 

Perhaps he recognized something about the approaching figure. That familiar shade of green, the hesitant stride, something. Who could say?

Manic stood by a mailbox, silently staring in the same direction as Viol. His emotions ran wild each time he saw this horrid creature, but he still stared. Scourges were handsome, even bloody-faced and drug-addled.

“Found more of these,” he muttered. He hurled a crumpled envelope full of miniature video cameras, landing in the blood at Viol’s feet. “Twelve in my bedroom, eight in my shower. Still big sweeping the main room. Thought you’d want them back.”

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