[Comprehensive British and American] Is There Something Wrong with the Direction of This Game?

[Welfare extra loading] Vladel is a loyal player of a certain field game, so loyal that she is either in Star O Valley or on the road to Star O Valley. What, Star Valley has released a new series of collaborations? ? ? What are you waiting for? Just rush and that's it. It's just the name of this game..? Star O Valley-the secret of a wealthy family? Okay, okay, advanced version of Baguagugu, right? Then I'll rush. — At first Vladel only thought this was an ordinary wealthy lady version of Star Valley. However, until this little pixel game gradually appeared the neck-twisting sunflowers, the little nose zombies attacking Wayne's backyard, the abstract hanging hooks, and the orange-haired dolls and tall white-faced dolls that looked particularly cute in the pixel style—— Wait. Vladel was lost in thought. I'm a bit stupid, yes, but my brain is intact! First of all, the neck-twisting sunflowers and the little nuggets are Plants vs. Zombies. Secondly! That orange-haired doll is Chucky, right? So... The pretty guy with the hooded mask is Miles? ? ? Dawn machine? ? Vladel, who was once scared by Miles and deleted the game:... No? Isn't this a farming game? Why is the direction of the game getting worse and worse? ? ? * A small bat family theater—— Q: What kind of person do you think Vladel is? Bat: Well, she's quite cute sometimes. Wings: A super lively little girl! Bucket: ... Unprepared with no sense of distance. Mention: Creation Puppy. Mi: Fool (firm) Vladel: Who? Me? Well, just say so. (Chew, chew, chew) * High energy warning: 1. The main text is mentioned by cp, and the extra wings are in the bucket, he. 2. Refuse writing guidance. (Emphasis added!!!) 3. If you have not played the above, it will not affect your viewing. The original characters or part of the plot of the game will be commented in paragraphs. 4. The supporting role column is marked, and the emotional line in "Good Omens" is almost zero. If you don't mind, please don't enter. Continuing article: "[Comprehensive British and American] On the possibility of magpies surviving in bat nests" Copywriting: Draven, AKA Gray Magpie, a man-made superpower, was ruthlessly thrown into the time and space warehouse by his control-freak mother on the eve of the ninth world war on Earth, and returned to the era when his "father" was said to exist. However, just when he was worrying about how to survive in this city with no money, Gotham gave Draven a heavy blow. Delavan:...... "Wait a minute, he was killed, dumped and buried, right?" Mom, didn't you say that the city ruled by my father is a happy city with beautiful scenery and simple folk customs? ​— It's true that Draven is a living, micro-dead human, but that doesn't mean he really wants to die! Good news: The person who was killed and dumped was not him, but his peer. Bad news: The murderer is unknown, and his body has been lost. In order to ensure that he would not become a real corpse, Draven could only open his eyes and fight for his life. Fine:), let's look for it together with the main body. He doesn't want others to play with his body. * A purebred magpie should have a monotonous and noisy cry, as well as the characteristics generally recognized in the West: Talkative. [Gray Magpie] is an intelligence agent who masters countless hidden secrets throughout Gotham and sells secrets. "The information is in the box, get it yourself." "As for the reward——" After getting a positive answer from the other party, the gray magpie chuckled and said: "I want your life." "We sincerely invite your patronage. No credit will be given." * Despite his arrogant intelligence and outstanding face, Kieran is enough to attract attention even with his harsh mouth and cunning personality. [Blue Jay], an underground scavenger who specializes in cleaning up crime scenes, is currently covering up the crime scene. When he was about to take the freshly baked corpse out of the broken window, he looked at each other in disbelief with Superman who rushed over after hearing the cry for help. "You——" Superman was about to say something, but in the next second his face was covered in countless crows flying from nowhere. When he opened his eyes again, the blue jay had disappeared. All that was left was a floating feather and a scrawled note: "The chest muscles feel good, five-star praise~" * The blond hair that reaches the waist and the silver mask that covers half of the face shines faintly. It is similar to the gorgeous costumes of the Middle Ages, giving the man a contemporary feel, as if he is a gentleman walking in an oil painting. [Big Mouthed Crow], a rising star in the mercenary world, a man who is rumored to be walking in doom. "This is so," a certain tin can complained viciously, "Who will take care of him? Can he stop being so violent?" Asher, who had already put on new clothes, remained unmoved, his white gloves gently stroking the blood splattered on his cheeks. The appearance is incompatible with the violence at this moment, but I have no idea about it. Gentle scum? No, he's a thug in a suit. ​— We were once pure white, we fell to the bottom. We are the prophets who created man and are loyal servants of Athena. It's fear and misfortune. It's a lost crow. [Crow Little Theater:] Ah Fu: Master, the young master has been away from home for three days and three nights. Abbat: He's back? Afu: No, he didn't. Afu: But he became the president of the United States. Purpose: Love and Responsibility