Worst game I ever played was made by a man named Dave Logless in his basement. He invited me over for "iced tea and tits man, bigger than grapefruits in July", but all we ended up doing was playing his broken code.
This happens a lot in crap towns in Pennsylvania, where the people have long toenails and nothing better to do than try on shoes at payless and yell indistinct slurs at passerby. Usually I'm sure it's something quite pleasant like "I enjoy your calming visage and wish to know you and your family...
So during a very intense 10 seconds in which I considered every available option in the entire spectrum of my accepted reality (actually quite small mind you), I decided I'd make my own topic for my first Escapist post. *gasp*
In an unrelated but equally strenuous 10 seconds, I realized why I...
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