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Saturday, February 17, 2024

Videogame Review, Sonic Unleashed for the Xbox 360 (Classic Sega Game)


Videogame Review, Sonic Unleashed for the Xbox 360 (Classic Sega Game)


It’s a very intense, magnificent game towards the middle, but the difficulty overhypers me.


Note: Let me ask my readers a question. Do you know what “Austin 3:16” is? I do not like that phrase. I am a Christian. So, if you “love” wrestling games, never call me arrogant and vulgar. But, hey! Life is life, right? “Austin 3:16” is a wrestling phrase about man’s emotional disorder of thirst. Stone Cold Steve Austin was vulgar and arrogant, but I did watch his wrestling matches for years and years until he pretty much retired. I do not like him. But, I think he’s important. That’s what matters for my religion and education. Sure, education can give us school and books, but education does not show us the realities of luxury and natural fashion. WWE will always be on my mind in some way, shape, or form as I write. Do any of my readers know how many poorly made drinks exist in our drinks market in America today? Wow! I am surprised! There are so many bad drinks out there for athleticism and fitness. That worries me when I go to sleep at night. “Food” and “drink” are probably two of the most common causes of frustration and conflict when people do not get along very well. Just the nickname “Stone Cold”, from what I hear, was a kitchen rumor about a strange container of liquid somewhere. I think that’s very interesting. How does this “wrestling talk” have anything to do with Sonic the Hedgehog? Well, if you do not know, you do not know who Sonic the Hedgehog is. Sonic the Hedgehog is more likely to be an ex-cowboy with distant, disagreeable memories about San Francisco. I think for many Californians in America, that’s a very common symbol of speed and fast food. On one hand, we need to get through traffic in our vehicles; on the other hand, fast food may be the only thing available for our emotional disorder of thirst. Once upon a time, when I was walking in my normal fashion near Arden Arcade in Sacramento, California, a manager of the police department started a polite, honest conversation with me. He told me that I had too much “macho” artwork in my house, although I was a peaceful Democrat with no gun ownership and no drug abuse. We were just having friendly conversation on the streets of Sacramento. If you want to live in Sacramento, California, you will probably need to talk to random strangers about meaningless subjects all the time. It was really quite fascinating to me how much had changed in America’s Far West cultures. There’s no longer a serious cowboy-type bar in Sacramento in the modern sense. Now, along the popular and famous La Riviera street near the State University in Sacramento, there is a busy romance and depression about the particular rural dive. Wild skunk animals would roam the La Riviera line all the time and I almost got myself lost near a Target area while shopping for paper and medicine. Now, let me make this straight to my readers. Sacramento is no longer a place with serious cowboys living in the city. However, the Sacramento citizens will “feel” like cowboys to me from their modern western manners. It would almost seem as if the Gold Rush period did not exactly completely finish up in our history in time. I would almost feel like there was a “sweet curse” going around the imperfect imperfections of city life in Sacramento. There was even an awesome bar located on the La Riviera neighborhood. They did not play country music. Instead, they were playing heavy metal music. And, it was very cool and graceful heavy metal music, even when the strangers at the drinking establishment were showing a little “hard wit” about the vicinity. A nice tourist from France even bought tacos and drinks for me when he discovered that I was feeling a little low and down on my luck. He agreed that my depression was reasonable to an extent. While Sacramento does have some happy-go-lucky customers in the shopping industry, most citizens of Sacramento will either look like Eeyore from the Winnie the Pooh series with their long, gloomy faces of silence, or, most citizens of Sacramento will look like grumpy athletes with a mild temper for sour chips and weak shadows. Many people were pleasant in conversation with me; however, Sacramento was a place where the “other Southerners” were covering the locations with harsh, carefree confidence. Talking to these “other Southerners” was usually fine by my encounter with them; however, whenever I was polite or soft near them, their “cowboy-like manners” would become apparent to our company and they would express honest, but disturbing, judgement with my happy and gay pedestrianship. You see, I know that the Southerners in Tennessee today are usually good, honest people who give their tourist visitors their hospitality, welcoming all visitors to the South as family. But these “other Southerners” were not like that in Sacramento, California. More than likely, they would probably want to collect rocks in a shopping cart or go fishing with a dirty humor. Some of the “old and retired citizens” in Sacramento would even have mean, ugly faces that would look like American President Andrew Jackson’s sagacity of military discipline. I was especially scared of some of these old people because they looked so strong and confident that I was beginning to wonder what their drinks were in the major city. So, in California, there were some serious civil rights issues and there are still old residents in Sacramento who use outdated vocabulary from strange Southern recipes that did not exactly fit the spot of polite hospitality. If anything, being a little rude was actually very reasonable during my university attendance because there were some insane homeless people and worrisome bicyclists. At least my time in Sacramento was mostly a pleasure in the end, even if my mind came out of it with some dents and scratches here and there. The modern “under the weather” English idiom is the best English phrase I have to describe an old, obsolete cowboy word from the Gold Rush period such as “derned”. Yosemite Sam in the Looney Tunes cartoon series was using that word to marvelous attitude against the despicable, vegetarian Bugs Bunny. Believe it or not, a lot of old people in Sacramento, California will still “behave” like that with modern English and fancy computer technology. I can see the blue devil behind his nerd costume. It’s not entirely a vice. In fact, it’s mostly fine and dandy for all of us, as long as the “quiet western air” does not get too scary and too boring. If you ever visit California, the empty lands will often get too boring and too scary, to the point that a mad cow will give you an evil eye in your mind. The mad cow’s “evil eye” is exactly like the Cookie Monster character in his Cookie Thief role in the famous Sesame Street show. Never ignore what fiction is trying to show us. Fiction can be very, VERY real if you discover too much about nature. That happened to me in Sacramento and my mind was lost; so, my parents came up the Northern California area to help me and I retreated back to Ventura, California to get my mind back working again. The Gold Rush period was probably just as crazy for the original miners and musical vagabonds. Hopefully, the Californian government has been helping Sacramento citizens get back on their feet, but I still wonder where their cowboy boots are. Even a non-cowboy, African American undertaker in his graveyard shift could talk to me so sweetly at a basketball court and remind me of so much “western” manners. He did not need to be a cowboy; he was already “western” and “old-fashioned” without a rusty donut. He would dig dirt in the local graveyard by a romantic setting for balloons and toys. Visitors would seem to “see ghosts” around every corner. That was really tragic and sad for me to see. I cried very hard in my apartment after a My Little Pony episode was seen. I was just experiencing too much history and imagination at the same time and my thoughts were going all over the place. During school, I was drinking too much caffeine and I was taking too many notes. My mind could not keep up with the school curriculum anymore. After Associate Degree level, any student will need to become a genius to reach Bachelor’s Degree level. I was not really that genius and I discovered my destiny too late for it. Nobody can restart his or her education over and over again. Eventually, you will mostly get what you’re born with and you will need to move on. “Reading books” also means “buying school experience”. Always remember that. Hobby alone does nothing for reading. If you try reading without buying enough school experience, you will just suck and neighbors will not like you very much. That’s the way of life unless you are willing to pay. That can be so risky. At least I’ve done enough education and I can obey my therapist’s request to keep writing my public literature online for other people to learn about me. I’m not doing this for money. I’m doing this for who I am. It’s very hard for me to know who I am. I hope readers can learn something about tragedy and drama in their lives. So many wrestlers from the WWE have had very troublesome moments in California. In Ventura, my restaurant managers were racist against comfortable Southerners and I hated my restaurant managers. How does all this “South” stuff make any sense to anyone? Is Antarctica south? Is Mexico south? Is Africa south? Obviously, ancient historians were having too much pleasure from their needless descriptions of pointless directions and defective maps. You either know who somebody is or you do not know this person at all. Generalizations are only meaningful if a humorist like Mark Twain improves them with ridiculous grammar. Ironically, being “smart” can actually backfire on you if people have enough meaningful ignorance against you. Maybe a boss at Thrifty would ask an applicant at the grocery mart something like, “If you are so smart, what are you doing here?” I’ve known so many Thrifty workers over the years. It just staggers me. But, anyways… Sonic Unleashed is a game that means so much to me about my own personal history in life. Come on! You know Sonic eats a “chili dog” and talks to a “heads or tails” kind of guy. Those are also Sacramento’s blue devil ideas. I guess this videogame is really about the aftermath of Gold Rush wealth and poverty from a narrow, vague sense to me in my heart. Not everybody found gold in California. More often than not, people became really pissed off from their worthless travels and they dropped into the lower orders of decay and harsh, but wild and feisty, dismay. God Bless America that I can still live my life today and know something about my imaginary death of lessons.




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