The continuation of my series about stories in games is still in the works, and will be appearing as I manage to parse my thoughts enough to put them down for posterity without guilt or shame. You can correctly assume by reading between the lines of the above statement that I can't follow any sort of schedule, including one I've set for myself. Congratulations! Not to be outdone on the sarcastic entitled internet asshole front, I've done a bit of logical deduction on my own and have come to a startling conclusion: your mother. Simple, elegant, and altogether true. Sherlock Holmes would applaud.
Showing posts with label Hippy Shit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hippy Shit. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Yet Another List: Top Ten Games Of 2009: Low Hanging Fruit Is Oh So Sweet
The continuation of my series about stories in games is still in the works, and will be appearing as I manage to parse my thoughts enough to put them down for posterity without guilt or shame. You can correctly assume by reading between the lines of the above statement that I can't follow any sort of schedule, including one I've set for myself. Congratulations! Not to be outdone on the sarcastic entitled internet asshole front, I've done a bit of logical deduction on my own and have come to a startling conclusion: your mother. Simple, elegant, and altogether true. Sherlock Holmes would applaud.
Labels:
Flowers,
Hippy Shit,
Laziness,
Lists,
Nostalgia,
RPG's,
Street Fighter,
Tired,
Wonky Controls,
Your Mother
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