Nobody in this bastard world ever told me this game rules. Or they did and i didn't listen. Or i did listen and i didn't care. Or maybe none of this matters at all because opinions are symptoms of the feeble-minded and spiritually weak. I don't know what i'm typing. This game good.
In the cold dark of space no one can hear you crap, and you'll be doing plenty of crapping, in your pants, when a necro-freak jumps out and gets ya. He growls, and then he gets you. Dead space is what's in my head at the moment. Holy Crap i a m ffeel liek a space zombie i've ascended beyond life.
I gotta get the hell off this planet and get my ass to mars. I'm watching a fucking too long video essay from some zoomer about sonic games. Why is this happening? Born too late to live on an unspoiled Earth. Born too late to die in space. Born too cool to get along in a world of boring loserdom.
Big burgie and onion rings. That's what i want. Get the fuck out of my way, buddy.