Posiblemente el juego más random que he tocado en mi vida. Sus sistemas principales están a medio cocer y son incoherentes en ocasiones (hay todo un sistema de equipación con stats a base de recolectar materiales, pero luego el combate es... apabullantemente escaso), y todo lo demás lo rellenan con una ruleta de ideas desconcertantes, repleta de gimmicks, minijuegos y tonterias

¿Por qué hay un minijuego de crear un jardín, con cuatro piezas literales, que no me aporta nada?
¿Por qué hay un sistema de logros que no me otorga ningun tipo de beneficio cuando consigo algo?
¿Por qué cuando monto en un Chocobo no puedo leer los letreros que me indican hacia donde va cada ruta a no ser que me baje, lo cual hace que el Chocobo se marche?
¿Por qué, explorando la ciudad en busca de cofres, aparecen tres chorbas en bikini y me roban todo el dinero que tengo encima si se acercan demasiado a mi?
¿Por qué la anterior frase no es falsa en absoluto?

Aun con lo mediocre que es todo, creo que merece la pena jugarlo simplemente por ver para creer, lo más cercano al resultado de un mono lanzando mierda a la pared para ver que se pega. Por lo menos se ve bastante bonito y tiene música rondando entre "buenilla" hasta "música sin licencia de YouTube para sustituir segmentos de videos que contienen música con copyright". La historia, bueno, tal vez la escribió una persona.

Steve,
I just got a weird e-mail.

Did you buy us
airline tickets?

Aw, shoot. It was supposed
to be a surprise.

I wanted
to thank you

for letting me live here
all this time,

so I'm treating the family
to a vacation!

Steve,
you're so sweet.

- Thanks, Uncle Steve!
- Best Uncle ever.

Look out, world.

The Smith family
is going to Paris!

SUMMER:
Yeah! Awesome!



Rick, I don't like glowing
rocks in the kitchen trash!

Well,
I don't like

your unemployed genes
in my grandchildren, Jerry,

but life is made
of little concessions.

I --
you know what?

You're gonna land
on your feet, Jer.

Some company out there's
gonna thank their lucky stars

they hired
my little brother.

Who the fuck are you?

My goofy brother, Steve.

[chuckles] He's been
living here almost a year now.

Are you
losing your mind?

Hey,
someone's been spending

too much time
around glowing rocks.



- Am I right?
- [ laughter]

[screaming ]

- Oh, my god!
- Call an ambulance!

JERRY: Oh, god! Steve!

What the hell, Rick?!
What the hell?!

Will everybody just relax
for a second?

There's no such thing
as an "Uncle Steve."

- That is an alien parasite.
[ screeches ]

[ Both gasp ]

But I've known him
my whole life.

No, you haven't,
Jerry.

These telepathic
little bastards,

they embed themselves
in memories,

and th-then they use
those to multiply

and spread out,
take over planets.

It's --
it's disgusting.

Steve wasn't real?

He's a real
piece of shit.

This is a big one.
Somebody probably

tracked it in last week
on the bottom of their shoe

on a piece of alien fruit.

- Someone?
- Get off the high road, Summer.

We all
got pink eye

because you won't stop
texting on the toilet.

But Uncle Steve taught me
how to ride a bike!

No, "Steve" put that memory
in your brain

so he could live in your house,
eat your food, and multiply.

We could be infested
with these things.

[ Belches]
So we got to keep an eye out

for any zany, wacky
characters that pop up.

Ooh, whee!

Whatever you want, Rick!
We're here to help!

Thanks,
Mr. Poopybutthole.

I always could
count on you.

♪♪

♪♪

All right. There's six of us,
and that's it.

Me, Morty, Jerry, Beth,
Mr. Poopybutthole, and Summer.

Maybe you got the first one
in time, Rick!

- Can't afford to chance it.
- [ beep ]

Dad, why does our house
have blast shields?

Trust me, Beth,
you don't want to know

how many answers
that question has.

Ooh, gosh,
it feels claustrophobic!

Reminds me
of that time

we all got stuck
in the elevator together.

Y-- remember that?
After "The Hulk" musical?

[ Grunting ]
[ Muzak playing]

Jerry, buttons don't work better
if you hit them harder,

And foam fists
don't make you strong.

I know.
Friends make you strong.

I watched
the same musical you did.

Why couldn't I bring
my portal gun?

[ Winces ]

Why did all the drinks
have to be extra large?

Oh, the Hulk.
I just got that.

Just pee your pants. I did it
the minute we got stuck.

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah,
shame me.

At least when I'm disgusting,
it's on purpose.

Oh, y'all,
we're gonna be fine.

I've always been here for
you guys, and I always will be.

[ Chuckles ]
Somebody call for repairs?

ALL:
Yay! Cousin Nicky!

It's me, cousin Nicky.

I'm walkin' here!
I mean, I'm not.

I'm crouched
in the elevator shaft,

but hey,
I'm walkin' here!

[ laughter ]

It's true.

We really do get into some
crazy situations as a family,

mostly when
we're cooped up like this.

Hey, maybe
Mr. Poopypants is right.

L-let's get
some fresh air.

Come on, cousin Nicky.
You heard Rick.

We have to
stay quarantined

until we know that there's
no more of these things.

I hear you, Morty.

Back in Brooklyn,
we got a sayin' --

"We're walkin' here!"
[ laughter]

Nicky, get --

Oh!
[ gasps ]

[groaning]
What the...?

Cousin Nicky
was a parasite?!

Six, Morty! There's supposed
to be six of us!

If there's seven, then
that means somebody's not real.

But how did you know
it was Nicky?

I guessed. That's why I
aimed for his shoulder.

So we can't trust
any of our memories now?

Nicky was the reason we found
that old Nazi submarine.

Did that
not even happen?

Well,
of course it happened.

Now that I possess
the mighty staff of Rah-gubaba,

the world will tremble
before the Fourth Reich!

This is
the last time

I ask you for help
on my history final, Rick.

Hey, we got a word for Nazis
back in Brooklyn, pal.

I'm comfortable being
called a Nazi.

You think there's some other
word that will hurt my feelings?

Yeah. Think before
you talk shit.

Rah-gubaba,
help me kill America!

ALL:
Mr. Beauregard!

After due consideration,
I have elected not to retire.

- ALL: Yeah!
- Oh, thank god!

Now, I believe someone
has a final exam to attend.

Set a course
for Marty's high school.

Perhaps I'm biased, but if
that story never happened,

then I wouldn't still be
the family butler.

[ Chuckles ]
Dare to dream.

Wait.

And if Mr. Beauregard
wasn't our butler,

it's safe to say the family'd be
in a hell of a lot of trouble.

[ Iaughter]
No! Don't flashback!

You're just gonna make
more swelling.

- Don't worry, Jerry.
- Just relax.

We called
the fire department.

You know they won't
come here anymore.

[grunting ]

[all gasp]

Marmalade is sewed.

- Yeah!
- Yeah! Yeah!

[Jerry laughs]
Oh, whee!

I guess I take back what I said
about British cuisine.

[ laughter ]

[ laughter]
Take that, Summer!

We're trying
to sleep.

I don't want
to go to the dance alone.

MR. BEAUREGARD:
Then perhaps you shouldn't.

Aww.
Mr. Beauregard.

- Shall we, master Morty?
- We shall.

Oh, wait,
don't leave without letting

Photography Raptor
take a picture.

[ Raptor screeches ]
[ camera shutter clicks ]

[ laughter ]

Everybody
stop remembering!

These parasites
are like bed bugs,

and every flashback
is another mattress. Look!

There's only supposed to be
six people in this house.

But there's always
been 10.

No!

Uh, the fact
that I wrote this number down

means that
there's four parasites.

You sure about that,
Rick'?

Begging your pardon,
master Rick,

but I seem to recall
a great deal of confusion

surrounding
that number.

All right,
there's six of us.

[ Belches ]
And that's it.

Me, Morty, Jerry,
Beth, Mr. Poopybutthole,

Frankenstein, Sleepy Gary,
Photography Raptor,

Mr. Beauregard, and Summer.

Uh, dad,
that's like 10 people.

6, 10,
what's the difference?

I just love the number 6
for no reason!

Where's my pencil at?

Here, Rick!
Use me!

Oh, thanks,
Pencilvester!

Yeah, I-| g--
I guess that is what happened,

but I-l don't get
why I would do that.

Everybody makes
mistakes, Rick.

Why do you think
I have one of these?

[ Iaughter,
camera shutter clicks]

That's it.
Photos.

Hard evidence.

You're not in any of my photos,
Mr. Poopybutthole.

Well, what do you know
about this?

You're not in
any of mine.

All I have are pictures of me
and my friends from school.

What? What teenage girl
has pictures of her family?

It's not like we're
Mormon or dying.

I will admit it's suspicious
that Summer's only friend

is a magic ballerina lamb
that we've never seen.

Summer!

Tinkles!

It's past my bedtime.
[ giggles ]

Not in
Never Past Bedtime Land!

Here we go!

♪ Summer and Tinkles ♪

♪ Friends with each other ♪

♪ Living in
Never Past Bedtime Land ♪

♪ No kitchen sinkles ♪

♪ No little brother ♪

♪ Going to raves
and waving our hands ♪

[ rapping ]
♪ Summer and Tinkle, friends to the end ♪

♪ Group text the whole crew,
my motherfuckin' friends! ♪

♪ Ketchup to the salt,
salt to the fry ♪

♪ "T" to the "inkle"
with a capital "I" ♪

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

- Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
- Summer, we're trying to sleep.

It was Tinkles!

Tinkles?

That is su-- [belches] --
suspicious.

We're always hearing about
this Tinkles character,

- But we never get to --
- Hi, everybody.

I'm Tinkles,
and these are my friends.

[all sigh]

See, everyone?
Tinkles is real.

That means so am I.

- Sorry, Summer.
- Man, I'm sorry, Summer.

I was on the wrong side
of the pitchfork on this one.

Okay, look, we shouldn't need
evidence or logic

to know who's family
and who isn't.

I know
who the Smiths are.

I've known Beth
since High School.

And her husband,
sleepy Gary,

is hands down
my absolute best friend.

Thanks, Jerry.

Beyond that,
no offense to any of you,

but all bets
are off.

Look, I'm not used to being
this unsure for this long.

I'm just gonna aim for shoulders
starting with the weird girl.

Aah!

- Grandpa Rick!
- Hold still, "Summer."

Rick,
that is my daughter.

Oh, yeah? Well, what if you just
think that, sleepy Gary?

I've known you for 15 years.
Don't make me hurt you.

Rick, these are
our family and friends,

the people
we barbecue with.

Have you forgotten
the barbecue?

Wait,
why would you want me to --

You're one of them,
aren't you?

Rick. You love
those barbecues, Rick.

You love them.
Hai!

Remember it,
Rick?

Shut up, Hamurai!
Shut up, Amish Cyborg!

What is this?
'90s Conan?

ALL:
Remember the barbecue.

Remember the barbecue.

[ Chatter]
You know what, Pencilvester?

It took me my whole life
to realize it,

but I love barbecuing.

- You're good at it, Rick.
- Watch me, baby.

I'm like Tom Cruise from,
um, "Cuisine"

or w-whatever that movie's
called where he makes drinks.

Yeah,
check me out.

I'm like Tom Cruise
from "Cuisine."

[ chuckles ]
Yeah.

Is that what it's called?
"Cuisine"?

Wow!
Hey, everybody.

Let's give it up
for the grillmaster Rick!

Rick!
Rick! Rick!

[all chanting "Rick"]

Wait.

[ Breathing heavily]

Noooooo!

Shoot. Now look.

It's like
a "Where's Waldo?" page.

Can you find me?

Check out
all these zany characters.

We'll be right back
after these messages.

I think
you should put down the gun

and we should get you
to a doctor.

What do you say we take down
these blast shields?

- ALL: yeah.
- I can't do that, sleepy Gary.

All right,
everybody listen to me.

I don't know
if any of you guys are real,

but this house has been infested
with fake loved ones

that spread
through fake memories,

and our planet will be destroyed
if they get out.

[grunts]

But, Rick,
even you have to admit

you do tend
to overreact to stuff.

You guys,
we got to hurry.

I just got back
from Walmart.

They're selling Nintendo 3DS
systems for $149.99 on sale,

plus every time you buy one,
you get a $50 gift card.

Brings the total price down
to $110 after tax.

Now, listen, we can flip
those sons of bitches

for 230 bucks
apiece easy!

They're all limited-edition
"Zelda" ones.

Hurry! Hurry!
Come with me!

We can be rich,
and we also all get to keep one

and we can play
Nintendo games!

Nintendo,
give me free stuff.

Okay, yes, I definitely
remember doing that,

but also,
I would never do that.

Don't overreact, Rick.

Sleepy Gary, a word?
Sure, Jerry.

Rick, keep a
level head, okay?

'Cause I'll tell you a secret
about Frankenstein --

He's actually
Frankenstein's monster.

Sleepy Gary,
m-my head is filled

with memories
of our friendship.

I'm convinced
that you're Beth's husband

and I'm your friend,

but if those memories
can't be trusted, then...

Jerry,
just say it.

Sleepy Gary,
how do we know I'm real?

Jesus, Jerry.

No, you're real.

Hey,
look at me.

Now, I don't know
which way is up out there,

but I know us,
and you're real, Jerry.

Remember our vacation?

They're filming that new "Star
Wars" movie down the coast.

Should we
check it out?

Sure. Why not?

Maybe we'll see
Chewbacca.

I'd like that.

[moaning ]

What are we doing?

I don't give a damn
what else happens out there.

You and I
are going to survive this.

Okay.

Hey,
we agreed.

Never in the house.

That's a cool watch
there, Rick.

Can I
check it out?

Uh, no thank --
[grunts]

Okay.

Trying
to figure out

how to lower
the blast shields, huh?

Anybody here
think it's suspicious

that a lot of people in here
can't wait to get out of here?

Ah, you're paranoid, Rick.
You've been paranoid since 'Nam.

So,
what are you gonna do

when you rotate back
to the world, Frankenstein?

Shi-i-i-i-t.
I'mma bust a --

[grunts] No!
Get out of my head, parasite!

- No!
- Drop it.

Give me the gun,
Frankenstein!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Give it back!

Yeah!
[ applause ]

Frankenstein!

[ Breathing heavily]
ls anyone here even real?

Am I the only real person
on Earth?!

REVERSE GIRAFFE:
Maybe.

Or maybe, just maybe,
we're all real.

You know me.
I'm Reverse Giraffe.

I have a short neck
and legs.

I went to college
with Hamurai. Hai!

I saved Ghost In A Jar's
life in Vietnam.

Boo rah!
And, Beth, how many times

have I been a shoulder
for you to cry on?

[sighs]
Too many.

Okay,
so maybe we're just all fake.

That don't make
no sense!

Or maybe there's only one
deceiver here --

The person
that keeps telling us

the path to salvation
is being held prisoner

and mistrusting
each other.

Hey,
don't blame me!

I tried to shoot Summer
10 minutes ago!

I know we all have
beloved memories of Rick,

but are we really
supposed to believe

that a mad scientist inventor
with a flying car

just showed up on our doorstep
after being gone for years?

Yeah, you know,
he does have

a lot of really weird,
made-up sounding catchphrases.

Wubba lubba dub dub!

Ricky ticky tavi, beyotch!

And that's the wa-a-a-a-y
the news goes.

Hit the sack,
Jack.

Uh-oh!
Somersault jump.

AIDS!

And that's why I always say
shum shum shlippedy dop!

Grassss tastes bad-ah.

No jumpin'
in the sewer.

Burger time!

Rubber baby
baby bunkers!

Lick, lick,
lick my balls!

[ Iaughs ]
Yeah!

Say that all the time.

[all muttering]

That's a fake-ass catchphrase
right there.

Yeah, don't forget
his incredibly vague back story.

Beth,
I'm your father!

Oh, are you, dad?
Are you?

Rick, if you want
to prove you're real,

just do what any of the rest
of us would do and --

and -- and open
the blast shields

and let us
the hell out of here!

Why don't you make me,
implausibly naive pubescent boy

with an old Jewish
comedy writer's name?

Ooh!
Ooh! Ooh!

WOMAN:
In your face!

Give me the gun.

I'm not doing this
in front of Pencilvester.

Bring him
to the garage.

[all cheering]

You listen to me, you
son of a bitch parasite scum.

We could either do this
the easy way or the hard way.

You know, y-y-y--
do you want to live?

Then open
the blast shield doors.

Shut up, Morty,
you brainwashed, little turd

that might not even be real
because I'm brainwashed, too.

You know, Rick,
this isn't easy for us.

You know, w-we all remember
you as a friend.

Oh, oh, oh,
really?

Well, I remember you as a whiny,
little piece of shit, Morty!

- Oh -- oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

I've got
about a thousand memories

of your dumb, little ass and
about six of them are pleasant.

The rest
is annoying garbage.

So why don't you do us both
a favor and pull the trigger?

Do it!
Do it, motherfucker!

Pull
the fucking trigger!

- [ Screeches ]
- Oh, wow.

Baby Wizard
was a parasite?

He set me up
with my wife.

[ Screeches ]
- What the hell?

I figured it out, Rick!

The parasites can only create
pleasant memories.

I know
you're real

because I have a ton
of bad memories with you!

♪ These memories that we have ♪

♪ These memories
that we cherish ♪

♪ I wish that we can go
back to that time ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

Holy crap, Morty,
you're right.

Is -- is -- isn't that what you were trying
to make me understand by yelling at me?

Well, yeah,
duh-doy.

T-took you
long enough.

[whirring]

RICK:
Now let's go, Morty.

We got a lot of friends
and family to exterminate.

- [grunts]
" [ screaming]

Everybody remain calm! This is
gonna take some explaining.

We need to kill everyone that
we can only remember fondly.

Who's got a bad memory
about Mrs. Refrigerator?

I-l-l-l -- everyone has
bad memories of me.

You remember
that one lime?

[screaming ]

Ooh, man,
we couldn't stop screaming.

Uh, roller coasters aren't bad,
Mrs. Refrigerator.

They're thrilling.

And you've been a perfect
companion to me my entire life.

The jig is up!

[whimpering ]
Get me out of here.

Get me out of here!

Aah!
[ screeching ]

- [ all gasping]
- Oh shit!

Everybody back!
If you're not a parasite,

you have nothing to fear.
So what about Summer?

Why am I
always your go-to?

[grunts]
[Whimpers]

- Never go in my room again.
- I didn't!

She's real.

She's my bitch
of a sister.

Nice.

♪♪

Mom,
are you driving me to --

Hmm?
Yeah, yeah, yes. What time?

Oh, my god.
Are you drunk?

[ Belches ]
What are you'?

My wife coach?
- Your what?

- Oh! God!
- Oh. Oh, my gosh.

- Oh! God! Mom!
- Sweetheart, are you okay?

I didn't mean to --

I'm gonna have a bruise!
It's picture day!

It's not -- don't overreact.
I can clean it up.

[ Sobs ]
I want the police to take me!

Morty,
give a gun to the lady

that got pregnant with me
too early

and constantly makes it
our problem.

Thank you,
sweetie.

Beth, Beth, please!

I thought it was too
good to be true

that we'd have
compatible kidneys.

[ Screeches ]

[guns cock]

[screaming ]

[ Blasting ]

[ Screeching ]

Come on, man.

Haven't we ever had
an uncomfortable silence

or an awkward fart
on a road trip?

Come on, Pencilvester.
Give me anything.

Rick,
I'm Pencilvester.

Listen to that name.
You can't kill me.

You're right.

Kill Pencilvester.

[ Screeches ]

[ Screeches ]

[ Screeching ]

[tinkle!]

Summer,
I've always loved you!

Yep.
[ screeches ]

[all gasp]

[ Screeching ]

[ Shouts ]

Oh, my god!

I-I-l thought you went
to a concert!

We forgot the tickets!
Why in the kitchen?!

I do it everywhere!
Stop shaming me!

You're not
the victim here!

I hate you, and I was thinking
about your friend Grace!

Aaaaaah!

[ Screeching ]

Ah. Master Rick.

Remember when you weren't
going to shoot me?

[ Screeches ]

I guess /did the Butler!
Ha ha!

Does --
d-does that scan?

Oh,
I-l get it.

It's a play
on "The Butler Did lt."

Thanks,
Ghost In A Jar.

You always were good at pointing
out potentially obscure comedy.

[ Screeches ]

[ Screeches ]

You got to hide me,
sleepy Gary.

Don't worry.
I have a plan.

If we can get to my boat,
there's a --

[ screeches ]

No. No!

Just send me to Gary.
I want to be with Gary.

Oh, god.
[whimpering]

Whoa.
What the hell?

Look out
for that homeless guy!

Open the door!
Open the door! Open the door!

There isn't time!
Just run!

[grunts]
Get out here and help me!

They say you shouldn't do that!
Just run!

Ugh. Sorry, Jerry.
You're real.

[ Crying ]
I'm a parasite!

Yeah,
but you're real.

Uh, uh, I need time
to forget about sleepy Gary.

Me, too.

[whirring]

RICK:
From now on, let's all be careful

to wash our hands when
we get back from outer space.

That goes
for everyone.

This is depressing.

We killed every good
person in the house.

We're what's left?
What a family.

At least we're real,
Jerry.

We're real.
Ricky ticky tavi!

Ooh, whee!
Amen to that.

Now, this little Poopypants
is hungry.

Will somebody
pass me a pork chop?

[ Chomping ]

Huh.

I-is -- is something wrong,
Beth?

Ow!

[screams]
Oh, my god!

RICK:
No, Beth! Oh fuck!

Wait, but I --

- Oh, Beth! Why?!
- I need an ambulance!

There's been a shooting.
My wife shot...

Uh, my -- my wife shot
a long-time family friend.

Why?

Oh, my god, oh, my god,
oh, my god, Mr. Poopybutthole.

- I-l thought --
- Keep breathing!

- Oh, god. What's happening?
- Look at me!

Look at me!
Don't -- don't fall asleep!

Is -- is this what
bleeding to death is?

Oh, whee.
ls this how I die?

Oh, geez!
Oh, my god!

Why would you
do this? Beth.

It's not
supposed to hurt.

- L-l thought...
[siren wails]

Ooh, whee.

JV'

Oh, he -- he's looking
a lot better.

RICK:
Listen, Beth, don't torture yourself.

I made a similar mistake
years ago,

but, you know,
on a planetary scale.

Is, um,
is he mad at me?

He's not
pressing charges.

I mean, that's got to be
the "You shot me" equivalent

of not being mad.

Can he
have visitors?

He'd like
to be alone.

He told me
to tell you he's sorry

you didn't have bad
memories of him?

If you love him,
you should leave.

[ Door closes]

And that's the wa-a-a-a-y
the news goes.

[screaming ]

MAN:
Did you get any of that?

MAN:
It's-a good show-a.

this game gets really sold short just for not being as self serious as ff4 and not as grand as the series gets from 6 onward but it's a really spectacular game even outside of its stellar mechanics and practically outdoes ff4 in every way. definitely leans a bit more on comic relief than some people might like but there's some really great moments here and the cast is really strong, especially with galuf and bartz, and exdeath is undercut by fans for how interesting of an antagonist he is. neo exdeath is by far the coolest final boss design in this series to me other than safe sephiroth, and even if he's pretty stock standard on a surface level i think he deserves more credit as a villain. easily my favorite of the snes trilogy of final fantasy games and a game i can't recommend enough to fans of jrpgs

un gacha de MIERDA disfrazado de Vanillaware.
publicitado como un juego de "fantasia oscura" que no fue más que la decisión de agregar el tag "gore" a lo que le hicieron dibujar a los artistas, porque la historia horrible que hicieron los MONOS de los escritores no supera el nivel de complejidad de cualquier isekai generico, que debe ser la fuente de inspiración primaria para esta gente porque la cantidad de cliches verga que hay es increible.

Su similitud a Dragons Crown termina en lo visual, porque en cuanto a gameplay se cae completamente a pedazos, de hecho al iniciar el juego se te recomienda jugarlo con control, pero avanzas un rato y te das cuenta que lo pusieron de placeholder nomas porque hay cosas que las tenes que hacer con el mouse si o si. Los enemigos estan duros duros y tienen todos programaciones muuy básicas que se vuelven aburridas enseguida para cualquiera que haya jugado algo remotamente parecido a un beat em up, ya que tampoco tenes mucho que hacer con tus personajes, que varian entre melee/rango con un par de skills AOE, o por lo menos la basura que pullie era eso.

ochocientas millones de currencies, de las cuales una es stamina para que no avances mucho y que está representada con BOTAS... además de sistemas de lvleo para absolutamente todo que vuelven la experiencia en un grindfest continuo que te empuja a gastar plata para poder progresar y ver un poco de contenido (spoiler, no vale la pena el contenido)