Chain Grantier

Treat me to a nice dinner.

[oqua🆖 COMMS OPEN (0/3) @oquanaut]

Gordon Ramsay as Kirby

[Chain Grantier @ChainGrantier]

That was me as a kid. I actually knew about CoM at the time but I was convinced it was a spin-off or something based off the gameplay I saw (but also wasn’t privileged to just get new games on a whim) so I skipped it and opted to just get kh2 once that came out.

[Coaltergeist @RandalfTheGreat]

Bro I'm just imagining all of the PS2 owners who didn't play Chain of Memories getting this game on launch and being confused as FUCK watching this opening.

[Arcarum's Strongest Prisoner @HapiofMorArdain]

The fucking LTG "RUR RUR" clip is fucking hilarious but what kills me even more is how fucking random it is like genuinely why did he do that man?😭

[Chain Grantier @ChainGrantier]

I kept hoping since switch 1s release back in the day that they would remember this game exists and show it some love. It took a while but they finally did it.

[Nintendo of America @NintendoAmerica]

Muramasa: Revenant Blades refines the hack-and-slash RPG epic in stunning 4K with new voiceover, new modes, & more. Coming to Nintendo Switch 2 and Nintendo Switch early 2027. #NintendoDirect @marveloususa

[Chain Grantier @ChainGrantier]

New Muramasa my beloved…

[vink || #1 donald duck defender @donalddefender]

KH1 Prologue: “Okay Sora, It’s time to build a raft so we can get off this beautiful tropical island!”

KH2 Prologue:

[Murdoink @Murdoink]

rey mysterio gif

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 @thewhiterabbit]

WTH 😳😲😨😱

[Chain Grantier @ChainGrantier]

I see…

[Jonathan Demme Dickrider @decoyrobot]

In fairness no action filmmaker anywhere now or future can probably compete with 1960s to 1990s Hong Kong action cinema because they were just allowed to kill their stunt team

[Garfield’s cheese @butter_melons]

Monday, let’s rape another week

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

People say they want privacy until they meet someone who actually has it.

Not the performative “private” where you still post soft launches, vague captions, story replies, little curated hints so everyone can keep tracking the plot. I mean real privacy. The kind where your life doesn’t come with commentary. Where your phone isn’t a public window. Where your wins, your losses, your relationships, your breakdowns don’t get uploaded as evidence.

people get weird.

You can see the moment their brain hits the wall. They ask a normal question, “so what have you been up to,” and you give them a normal answer that is also a closed door. “Work’s been busy.” “Just been chilling.” “Nothing crazy.” You smile. You move on. And something in them doesn’t relax. Because they weren’t asking for facts. They were asking for access.

A lot of people are not used to not having access.

We live in a time where everyone is constantly narrating themselves. Posting their meals, their heartbreak, their therapy language, their gym progress, their new person, their new home, their new era. Even if they say “I’m private,” they still leak. They drop breadcrumbs on purpose because being fully unseen feels like death to them.

So when you don’t leak, they start filling the silence with stories.

They assume you’re hiding something. They assume you’re lying. They assume you think you’re better than them. They assume you’re judging them. They assume you’re mysterious in a calculated way, like you’re playing chess while they’re making small talk.

Sometimes they even get offended, which is hilarious.

Like your privacy is an insult. Like you owe them transparency to prove you’re “real.” Like you owe the room a plotline so they can orient themselves. And if you don’t give it, they start poking. Testing. Fishing.

“So are you seeing anyone?”
“What happened with that job?”
“Why don’t you post more?”
“Where were you last weekend?”
“Who were you with?”

They try to catch you. Not because they care. Because they’re unsettled by not being able to map you.

This is the part no one says out loud: a lot of people use information as control.

Not evil control. Everyday control. Social control. The kind where if I know what you’re doing, I know where I stand. If I know your relationship status, I know how to treat you. If I know your problems, I know what role to play in your life. If I know your weaknesses, I know how to win an argument later. If I know your plans, I know if you’re leaving me behind.

So when you’re truly private, you remove a tool they rely on.

u become unpredictable in a way that scares them, because they can’t pre-empt you. They can’t manage you. They can’t keep a running tally of your life and compare it to theirs. They can’t decide if they should envy you, pity you, compete with you, flirt with you, ignore you. They have to relate to you in real time, on what you actually say and do, not on the story they’ve been consuming from your feed.

that is rare now. It’s also intimate in a way people don’t expect.

Because if you don’t broadcast, then the only way to know you is to know you.

To ask. To listen. To spend time. To earn the details. To be trusted.

Most people don’t have the patience for that. They want the summary. The highlights. The quick scroll that tells them what category you’re in.

So they get odd. They start guessing.

They’ll call you “mysterious” like it’s either a compliment or a warning. They’ll joke that you’re “secretive” when what they mean is “I can’t track you.” They’ll project motives onto you. They’ll decide you’re arrogant. Or traumatized. Or sneaky. Or having an amazing life and hiding it. Or having a miserable life and hiding it. They’ll pick a narrative and treat it like fact because uncertainty makes them itch.

And sometimes - this is the sharp one - they’ll try to provoke you into revealing yourself.

They’ll say something slightly disrespectful just to see if you react.