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More fun than the Wii Balance Board!*
*but possibly not
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Well I may not have achieved my primary goal for the week, or my secondary goal, but I did complete my lessor known 3rd goal of being a complete failure in everything I do. Mission accomplished! Ho-yeah.
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Penguins are the new Stickman.
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If I were a zombie I wouldn’t bother running around trying to bite people in order to spread my undead infection. Instead, I would setup beside the road on days of large marathons and hand out water to runners from a barrel infected with my zombie saliva. See? Even dead I’m still brilliant.
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So far my goal for the week is right on track. I think we can all agree that this game doesn’t involve any serious thinking, and as for hobos… well I’m pretty sure I saw one in wave 27.
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I believe we should all take steps to better ourselves from time to time. That’s why I’m going to challenge myself to not post a single game that involves thinking this week. It’s going to be hard. It’s going to be damn hard, but I’m going to do it. And a sub-goal: every game will contain hobos.
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Well I finally found a game where we can let loose a little aggression, though I’m a bit disappointed I have to do all this “DRIVING” nonsense. I had really imagined a game where I could unleash my fury from within a beach chair or something like that. Maybe with a cocktail ordering mini-game?
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No need to say it… I’m getting as sick of jumping around and collecting sparkling things as you are. I need some stuff to shoot. And I need that stuff to explode in a blinding hail of blood, organs and gold coins that I can use to buy weapon upgrades that will make things explode even harder. And if I can’t find such a game soon I’m just going to make it myself.
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Sorry for the late game folks. For the first time in years I was in a situation where I couldn’t cobble together an internet connection. The old two-potatoes-wrapped-in-tinfoil-connected-by-pipe-cleaners trick didn’t even work. Anyways, now I present to you a game that may or may not feature an Ooga-Booga man. OMG RACISM!
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I could totally go for a hamburger right now.
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Speaking of Dale & Peakot, my parents used to know this guy named Dick Peacock. Can you imagine that? There’s no possible name that is worse. Not even Mike Rotch.
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I also hate drama, pants, cold fingers, and smelly towels.
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Happy Thanksgiving guys! So what sorts of things are you thankful for? I’m thankful for the internet, turbaconduckens, and girls with low self esteem.
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In this game you play as Samurai Tom Cruise, and must prevent your wife and daughter from escaping to freedom by slicing and dicing through the cyber-demons that protect them. Your only weapons: your trusted katana and the ability to control animals with your mind.
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