The game of life, biatch. When I was three I came down with an illness that basically made me allergic to my own antibodies. Basically my internal organs started getting damaged by them, and they had to defibrillate me. (I am currently fine, and exercising to join the Royal Marines.)
Okay, I just felt like telling that story, in all seriousness probably uh... the first Crash Bandicoot?
You know how it was, games still had lives, and that bitching retro setup. It was a long-ass one, too with those islands and whatnot. Fucking loved Hogwild!
Okay, I just felt like telling that story, in all seriousness probably uh... the first Crash Bandicoot?
You know how it was, games still had lives, and that bitching retro setup. It was a long-ass one, too with those islands and whatnot. Fucking loved Hogwild!