I'm gon' lay some cheeezzzzz on this thread.
I was about 8 years old, playing a generic Sonic game on the Sega Megadrive with my dad. We sucked, and we kept dying all the time, but through persistence and sheer luck we managed to finish the entire game, and that was the first moment of gaming...
So I'm in a bar in Armadillo, Red Dead Redemption. I'm trying to get my character shitfaced on mystery booze, and all is well. Then out of nowhere (bear in mind I cannot use weapons while buying drinks at the bar) a fucking COYOTE runs into the bar and takes me down! Wild west my ass.
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