Majora’s Mask is such a calm little game if… well, you ignore the giant moon doing active terrorism over Clock Town. Tiabeanie is out here trying to save the world on a three-day deadline, remembering twelve side quests, six masks and exactly when every single person in town decides to have a crisis.
It’s heroic time-travel for like half a moment, until she’s resetting the clock because she forgot one guy only appears for seven seconds behind a door at 2:14 on Day Two. And then the kitty shows up and it’s an extra companion for the quest at hand. Link’s already juggling masks, ocarina songs and the emotional damage of talking to the Happy Mask Salesman and now there’s a whole white loaf parked on the controller like it’s the Fourth Day.
Tiabeanie is trying to keep track of owl saves, magic meter, fairy pieces and whether she’s currently a child, a Deku, a Goron, or a fish with a concert schedule, while the cat is clearly convinced the real final boss is the controller cord.
I’m a petite, curvy, bisexual, rocker chick with a penchant for fantasy, fetish play, and BDSM. Occasionally known as the ‘world’s smartest bimbo’, I’m somehow managing grad school while having the attention span of a squirrel. I love music, museums, and weed (which is legal for me up here in the Great White North). Here, you can let your freak flag fly! Our room is a rambunctious, fun-loving, safe space and everyone is welcome* to share in it; the world is a crazy place right now and sometimes it’s just nice to kick back with other people who are also just doing their best on the same blue marble <3
