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Picked up this old school Sharp LCD TV from 2003
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Fisher - 1987
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Further to my previous post about my Game & Watch handheld, I've since rediscovered the name of the other one I owned. Turns out it was called Monster Panic and I thought it was kind of rework of Donkey Kong, but after seeing this 1981 advert for it I then remembered that there was a bit more to it. I don't remember mine being yellow - I thought mine was white - but perhaps there were various colours available. Or I'm just remembering it wrong.
I love the little images of different bits of the game, especially the fight with the skeleton.
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Commercial for Spitball Sparky and Crab Grab Nintendo Super Color Game & Watch handheld games (1984).
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Leonardo, come down here, and put that back
You ever get too into the short character study you meant to leave in the tags of someone else's post and accidentally write a 1033 word one shot told in the second person about someone else's character meeting yours?
Haha me neither, anyways... here's my take on what I think it would be like for LDC Leo and POB Uncle Nardo to meet <3 Bonus points if you catch all the other peepaws referenced
@nani-nonny teehee
Out of all of the bizarre situations you’ve found yourself in over the course of your life, this ‘peepaw multiverse convention’ was certainly far up there.
Dozens of alternates of yourself and your former brothers, even some Aprils (though not many) stand around chatting, recounting stories, showing off their little selves.
Most of them seem to get on fairly well, splitting into little groups like a highschool cafeteria.
Well, what you imagine a highschool cafeteria looks like, you’ve never been.
There’s the smart ones, the cool ones, the tired ones. And, inevitably, the class clowns.
Some booty shorts wearing jackass covered in stickers keeps chucking empty waterbottles and paper airplanes at your head. You can't tell if he genuinely doesn’t realize that you could kill him easily if you wanted or if he just doesn't care.
He's wrapped around his own Mikey now, the weight that constantly dragged on his shoulders, on every Leonardo’s shoulders, almost vanished from that single touch. Lucky bastard.
You had your own Mikey once. You fucked that up, too. Pushed him away. Twisted yourself until you could scarcely be called brothers anymore. And still, after it all, in his desperate final act of life he tried to save you. Not only you, the stupid selfish blueprint that became you.
That useless arrogant child you once had been.
Everything you've been through, everything you've lost, it was all your own fault. It was his fault. You can see the cracks in the armor. The foundational flaws that will lead him down the path to becoming you. Distantly, you think maybe you could still save this world's version of your family if you just get rid of the common denominator.
You can't mistake this as justice, though. As a good deed. You don't want him dead as a precaution, you want him dead for revenge. You're selfish, self-righteous, focused. In him you can see the son you used to be. The part of you that was a brother, a friend, the part that has long since faded in your chest glows so brightly in him. But you must extinguish it. He deserves this. You both deserve this.
The new guy gives you a look that you don't understand.
Oh, right.
You shake yourself out of the memory. Out of the corner you find your own counterpart engaged in a very one sided conversation with another young Leo, a feral looking one legged creature with the conversational skills of a busted up talking tom. Some part of you is glad he seems to be making friends.
God, you felt old. And this place didn’t have nearly enough alcohol to even begin to process… that whole situation. You turn back to the new guy. It’s been a while since any of them got this close to you. Most of the other Leonardos herded their littler ones away from what had been deemed ‘naughty gay peepaw jail’, which is the stupidest name they could give your self-imposed little angsting corner, but maybe not inaccurate.
You finally identify the look the new one’s giving you. It’s pity.
Disgusting.
He's young. Too young to be here, you think, as if you could really be the judge of that. He's not even 30 yet, hasn't even reached 6 foot. Still has 2 arms. Ah well, for now, at least.
He's too happy.
Something in his scarf makes a chirping sound.
The new guy, Nardo you’ve heard him called (And god, you used to be Nardo once upon a time), reaches in and pulls out a small creature, hardly bigger than an oreo. You’d almost have thought it was a strange rock if you hadn’t seen the little tail emerging from under his shell thumping against Nardo’s hand. Nardo chuckles and kisses his head with such tenderness.
“Bitty, buddy, you weren’t supposed to wake up from your nap just yet.”
The tiny thing babbles indignantly but is quickly quieted when Nardo rubs a finger against his cheek and under his chin.
It’s disgustingly cute.
And disgustingly familiar.
You’ve seen the family photo album, seen the pictures of your own father (former father) snuggling up against an incomprehensibly small version of yourself the exact same way. You’ve seen a handful of Leonardos with children of their own, amalgamations of turtles and rabbits (why so many rabbits?) and humans and different sorts of turtles.
That’s not just a Leonardo’s baby, that’s a baby Leonardo.
He was so helpless and small. Precious, fragile, innocent.
But he was still a Leonardo.
You had been like him once, before, you knew you had. How had such a sweet little creature become the murderer that ended the world?
Nardo held Bitty out to you, cupping his hand to keep him securely held. You made eye contact with the child for less than an entire second before he chirped, frightened, and nuzzled back into Nardo’s palm, shaking.
Nardo frowned and pulled him back to his chest, stroking his shell with his thumb.
“I’m sorry, he’s never reacted to anyone like that before. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually, he’s just still tired.”
He was afraid of you. Terrified. You hadn’t so much as said a word to him and the child saw right through you. Even an infant was able to see the blood on your hands.
His wet afraid eyes matched your own counterpart’s scarily well. The chirps of fear and your own Leo’s screams overlapped. Would you have done the same thing if your counterpart were so small? You don’t think you would, but then again, at Nardo’s age you wouldn’t have thought you’d do a lot of the things you’ve done.
“Hey, uh, you okay? I gotta get the little guy somewhere a little quieter for a minute, but I can come back. I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone to watch Bitty for me, I’ve already had to fend off at least eight kidnapping attempts this morning.”
Nardo looked at you with concern, genuine concern, even after you scared his baby. He really was too young to be here.
“Don’t worry about me, just go.”
“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll see you later?”
“Pray that you don’t.”
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This father daughter fusion now owns my heart
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Fisher - 1987
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