I created this horrible creature to bother my brother when the Blackhawks won against the Canucks. Enjoy!
Text games are pretty epic: if not for the rich stories and exploration of one’s imagination, than the amusement that comes from effing with the game’s parsing after a long period of fierce frustration.
Just look at Tom. Look at him. He’s asking for it.
There was a time where I really thought you learned martial arts moves from reading books, and that eating particular foods resulted in an immediate boost of some physical attribute. If only the world were that simple. ;-;



