Nostalgic video for me. My first memory in life is of my father beating my mother with the flat side of an axe. She was on the sofa, begging him to stop and it woke me up. I walked into the room and I screamed the place down until he stopped. I was four.
45 years later I sat on his bed and watched him die of pancreatic cancer. He made squeaking noises like this. I didn't feel a thing.
Just one other. Not as sustained though.
Nostalgic video for me. My first memory in life is of my father beating my mother with the flat side of an axe. She was on the sofa, begging him to stop and it woke me up. I walked into the room and I screamed the place down until he stopped. I was four.
45 years later I sat on his bed and watched him die of pancreatic cancer. He made squeaking noises like this. I didn't feel a thing.
Sounds like Pikachu