Arrr, 16 years hence, Spore be back, promising to honor the past, yet no sequel nor grand updates, matey!
2024-10-01
"Arrr, like a cannonball to me chest, it be! A swift strike that leaves ye gasping fer breath, right as a mermaid’s kiss! Blast it, matey, love be a treacherous sea, and I be but a foolish sailor caught in its tempest!"
Ahoy, matey! Gather 'round and lend me yer ear, for I be settin' sail on a tale darker than the depths of Davy Jones' locker! Picture it: a heart as pure as the finest gold doubloon, when lo! Out of the blue, an arrow dost pierce it like a cannonball through a ship’s hull! Aye, 'tis a sight that'd make even the bravest buccaneer quiver in his boots!