Monster Hogs @SMiTHEROONS

Uploaded December 2020 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

Dear Diary, I took pictures and went to bed - SPY×ANYA: Operation Memories

Gamepass, The Greatest Deal in Gaming - Senuas Saga: Hellblade II

$Warhammer 40k Space Marine 2 ⏐ FULL PLAY ⏐ NO COMMENTARY There are worlds that history remembers for their victories, and there are worlds remembered only for the price they paid. Vesper Reach belonged to the latter. For centuries, the forge-world existed as an industrial titan, its continents consumed by colossal manufactorums, cathedral-like foundries, and endless refinery complexes that stretched beyond the horizon. Day and night had long ceased to matter beneath permanent layers of smoke and ash. Rivers glowed with molten metal rather than water, and billions of workers dedicated their lives to producing the engines, armor, and weapons that fueled humanitys endless wars among the stars. Every citizen understood that survival was temporary, but duty was eternal. The first indication that disaster had arrived was not an explosion or an orbital strike. It was silence. Across an entire hemisphere, reactors failed simultaneously, assembly lines halted in perfect unison, and communication networks fell quiet. Millions of machines that had operated continuously for generations simply stopped. Veterans later recalled that those seven seconds of silence were more terrifying than any battle, because they represented something impossible. Entire cities stood motionless before the screams began. When emergency systems finally activated, countless settlements had already disappeared beneath tides of creatures unlike anything the defenders had ever encountered. Captain Vaross pod struck the fractured surface with tremendous force. Before the dust settled, the first wave of creatures was already climbing over the wreckage. Massive shockwaves from his thunder hammer shattered the front ranks, while explosive rifle fire carved violent paths through the charging swarm. Yet every fallen creature was immediately replaced by dozens more. The defenders quickly recognized a terrifying pattern. Their enemy displayed no fear, no hesitation, and no concern for casualties. Individual lives held no value. Only forward momentum mattered. Advancing through the industrial districts revealed the true cost of the invasion. Entire residential sectors had vanished beneath organic growth. Manufacturing complexes still burned from battles fought only hours earlier, while countless civilians remained trapped beneath collapsed infrastructure. Rescue efforts continued whenever possible despite overwhelming odds. Workers armed with industrial tools stood beside professional soldiers. Engineers abandoned repair duties to fight with improvised weapons. Elderly citizens defended shrine entrances with rifles older than themselves, fully aware that no reinforcements would arrive before the enemy reached them. Their resistance bought minutes rather than victories, yet those minutes proved invaluable. As daylight disappeared beneath gathering ash clouds, military observers concluded that the capital district had effectively fallen. Maps still displayed defensive positions, but reality had rendered them meaningless. Enemy organisms occupied transit tunnels, maintenance systems, and underground infrastructure, allowing fresh attacks to emerge from every direction simultaneously. Standing atop the shattered remains of an observation tower, Captain Varos surveyed what remained of the city. Beyond the skyline stretched an endless horizon of movement. Billions of hostile organisms advanced as one immense living tide. Even from kilometers away, their collective roar resembled a single voice echoing across the dying world. The final defensive position centered upon an ancient fortress complex surrounding the planets primary energy reactors. Once home to tens of thousands of defenders, the fortress now sheltered only a fraction of its original garrison. Ammunition reserves measured in hours rather than days. Medical supplies had nearly vanished. Every surviving soldier understood the significance of the position. As long as the reactor remained operational, orbital shield generators could continue protecting evacuation vessels carrying millions of civilians away from the doomed planet. The fortress itself was no longer defending territory. It was defending time. In the centuries that followed, the phrase *Remember Vesper Reach* became more than a military slogan. It became a reminder that civilizations are preserved not only through overwhelming victories but through ordinary men and women, soldiers and workers alike, who refuse to surrender even when history has already written the ending. Their world burned, their cities fell, and their names faded into obscurity, but their final stand ensured that countless others would live to tell the story. In the endless darkness between the stars, that is sometimes the greatest victory any world can achieve.$

Red Ninja: End of Honor (紅忍血河の舞) ⏐ PS2 4K 60FPS ⏐ FULL PLAY

$Visions of Mana ⏐ 1/3 ⏐ FULL PLAY ⏐ In Visions of Mana, the world of Qi’Diel thrives on the power of Mana — a sacred force that nourishes all life. Every few years, this power begins to fade, and to restore it, one person from each elemental village is chosen as an Alm. Their destiny is to travel to the Mana Tree and offer up their life so the flow of Mana can continue. Alongside every Alm is a Soul Guard — a sworn protector meant to accompany them to the end. The story begins after a tragedy long remembered. In the Earth village, the previous Alm, Lyza, and her guard, Eoren, tried to escape the pilgrimage. Their rebellion ended in disaster — Lyza was turned to stone, and Eoren disappeared. The legend of their failure becomes the shadow that hangs over every future Alm. Years later, in the Fire village of Tianeea, a young woman named Hinna is chosen by the Fire Faerie to be the next Alm. It’s supposed to be an honor, but everyone knows it’s also a death sentence. Her childhood friend, Val, becomes her Soul Guard. He vows to protect her on her pilgrimage, though deep down he fears what that promise truly means. Their journey begins quietly, but the moment they step outside their village, the reality of their duty hits them. Soon they meet Careena, the Alm of Wind — confident, proud, and distrustful of outsiders. She reluctantly joins them, seeing the pilgrimage as a necessary duty, even if it means her own end. Together, they climb Mt. Gala to confront the guardian known as the Mantis Ant — a massive elemental beast representing the imbalance in the flow of Mana. Their victory earns them the Wind Spirit’s blessing and binds them closer as allies. From there, the group travels north through frozen valleys and moonlit plains, eventually encountering Morley, the Alm of the Moon. He’s quiet and withdrawn, burdened by memories of people he couldn’t save. Morley’s presence brings a new tone to the group — one of melancholy and reflection. As they move through Rime Falls and down to the coast, they learn that every Alm carries not only the weight of their duty, but also the fear of being forgotten once their sacrifice is complete. Their ship finally reaches the continent of Manadore, home to Illystana. Unlike the humble villages they’ve known, Illystana is a grand city ruled by the Queen of Water, filled with canals, temples, and politics. Here, the pilgrimage’s spiritual path becomes entangled with human ambition. The Queen welcomes them as honored guests, but it’s clear that even royalty fears the loss of Mana. Beneath the city’s beauty lies tension — whispers that the cycle of sacrifice might be more tradition than necessity. To continue the pilgrimage, the group explores the Luka Ruins, ancient tunnels hidden beneath the capital. The ruins are part temple, part machine — glowing with forgotten technology. Deep inside, they meet Palamena, the Alm of Water, who joins their cause after helping them defeat the Fullmetal Hugger, a massive armored crab-like guardian. The battle proves that the ancient forces guarding the flow of Mana are not just natural beings — they’re constructs of something far older and stranger. As they emerge from the ruins, the group begins to see cracks in the story they’ve been told all their lives. The pilgrimage, once seen as a divine ritual, starts to look like a system designed to keep the world — and its people — obedient. Hinna feels that doubt more strongly than anyone. By the time the third chapter begins, the group settles temporarily in Illystana. The city becomes a place of rest, but also reflection. The once-clear purpose of their journey grows murky. Hinna’s cheerful resolve fades, replaced by quiet fear. She doesn’t want to die. She doesn’t want her life to end at the Mana Tree. Val sees her struggling, but he doesn’t know how to comfort her — he’s bound by his duty to protect her, even if that means protecting her all the way to her death. Hinna wants to believe him. For the first time, she sees a possible future beyond death. But Val doesn’t trust Eoren. To him, this man is dangerous — a ghost from a failed past, tempting Hinna to abandon her destiny. The group’s unity begins to fracture as doubt spreads among them. Hinna wanders the palace alone, her thoughts spiraling. Under the moonlight, she stares into the waters of the Illystana canals and wonders if her life truly belongs to the gods — or if it ever did. When Eoren approaches her again, he invites her to the Reignus Shrine, claiming it holds the key to freeing all Alms from their fate. Torn between fear and hope, Hinna follows, and the others chase after her, desperate to understand what’s really happening. The chapter ends not with a battle, but with a choice left hanging in the air. Hinna stands between two paths — one leading to duty and sacrifice, the other to rebellion and uncertainty. The pilgrimage that once seemed sacred now feels like a cage. And as Eoren’s voice echoes — “You don’t have to die for this world”$