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Bros still playing a game from 2018 like are u poor

I love that years later this game is still being played and getting clips like this

He does suck. Not enough damage

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Is this the spiderman game from playstation? The 1st, then there's miles morales, if you buy miles morales and pay 20 buck extra you get the remastered of this one

A jump punch from across the entire area is crazy

How is black cat doin that

Pov you are supposed to be dead but you have level 300 plot armor

We marched through the desert for what felt like ages. My men were tired, but we could not stop. They grew hungry, as the sands of the desert were infertile and we found no nourishment in its unrelenting dunes. Time passed and the hunger grew… we resorted to eating our horses. With our trusted steeds in our bellies are hunger was momentarily satiated, but our hearts were made empty. With heavy feet, we pressed on… The hunger eventually returned, but it was no superior foe to that of the thirst we carried. With dry throats and dust in our very lungs we pushed forward. Some didn’t make it… We were 3,000 strong when we left the coast. Hundreds were lost in the sands. These men were to be honored with proper burials… but we could not stop. For the crusade that brought us here is far greater than any of our lives alone, my life is no exception. Our thirst for water was never relieved, but instead… replaced… We grew thirsty for the blood of our enemies. This craving would not be quenched until our steel met the throats of the impious horde that beckons us to slaughter. That thirst is why we stand here now… “Men, we have trekked through the wastelands of hell only to be met by demons… We have come too far to fall now. Yes… we are outnumbered in flesh, but our WILL is greater. There may come a day when the will of men fails… but it is not this day! TODAY WE FIGHT!” Battle cries fill the valley of the desert as my knights rally… a legion of orcs stand before us. They too fill the air with the sound of war. I shout one last cry and charge. Our forces collide… Steel meets flesh… screams… all I hear… are screams. I cut through a creature’s gut as I use my shield to guard the knight at my side. We are no longer individuals… we are one great beast of death and our thirst is to be quenched. Another monster falls by my hand… another… I cut through them, but as one falls… another rises to challenge me. I notice the weight of my sword… it grows heavier. Suddenly, there is a shift. As the moon pulls the tide in and out, so do the hounds of war. I turn and see my men… dark metal piercing their flesh. They fell at my feet… one… then another… and another… I see their eyes… wide… as they see into the afterlife and darkness consumes them… These men have seen many battles with me, they are old and toughened by war, but as they fall to the ground they look far too young to me. We are overrun. A blade catches my shoulder; my armor only does so much to thwart its path. I hack at the demon and it falls into the ever-growing mass of bodies, but the attacker is soon replaced by another. I feel the warmth rolling down my arm… blood. I strike furiously. If I am to die, I will deliver more of these monsters to the fires of judgment before I meet my own. Another blow meets my shield; I tumble back and lose my footing on the pile of flesh and metal beneath me. I look up at the orc that bested me, I see only death… my sword lost in the rubble that once was my kingdom. Then I hear it. The sound roars over the cries of the fallen and those still standing… I take it in… it is familiar, but out of place. I hear the hammer of a blacksmith crashing into metal as he forges a blade. It is loud… constant. I hear the screams of monsters as the hammer continues to fall. I look toward the source of the sound, but only see flashes of fire through the forest of orcs now in a panic. The sound is a steady drum offering passage to the world beyond. In my exhaustion I almost wish it to take me, but I stay. The orcs dwindle and my men push their flank. I see victory on the horizon as the sun fades into the dunes in the distance… the blacksmith’s hammer still forging victory. The night swallows the desert and I strain my eyes to catch a glimpse of the miracle that saved us. Light flashes, orcs fall from view… and I see it. Of course, it is no blacksmith, I did not think it so. I thought it may be some great machine of war, or perhaps an army of our forgotten allies to the North. No… it was a lone man. The likes of which I had never seen before, in all my travels… some think him an angel… some think him to be God himself… but as the last orc fell… there was silence. Our savior, the man turned and made haste toward the setting sun’s final breath. My weary mind convincing myself this all to be a mirage... but as he faded into the fiery beyond… I heard the words and knew what I had seen was real. His voice bellowed through the desert louder than the hammers ever were… and he said… “WILD MAN!!! ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”