Coincidentally, “the infinite ocean” is also the term I use for my bladder after drinking a 7-Eleven Super Big Gulp.

Gary Slossen was in the process of creating another mediocre Flash animation when suddenly, and completely inexplicably, the animation came to life and tried to escape the confines of his monitor! Did Gary manage to destroy the animated horror, or was he devoured alive? Watch and find out.

I am jealous of this little guy in the game. During his walk he encounters some cute birds, giraffes and windmills, while I am stuck with K-mart, crazy chain smoking lady yelling profanities at people passing by, and a genderless creature in a raincoat that smells like pee and asks me for a dollar. Life ain’t fair.

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.

Repair your balloon and escape the Island before The Others find you, kill you, bury your body in a shallow grave, steal your identity and eventually kill Jacob.

Combine delicious sushi, a fat, perfectly spherical cat and Plinko and you get Sushi Cat. Then when you’re done playing you can buy me an Asahi Super Lucky Cat. Just look at him, he’s off the wagon. Aww.

I hope it’s because he wants to eat it.

It’s time to gay it up, like only a robot unicorn that farts rainbows can.

Play as Lieutenant Colonel Raze N. Flakes, commander of the all powerful healthy breakfast brigade. Now you see what I just did there? CLEVER. They don’t just pay me for my good looks you know.

Nob War…. really? Should I go there?

Nah, better not.

As flagship website for The Littlegrey Network, Dig Your Own Grave is required by law to post any game referencing aliens with pointy heads. Incidentally, the same rule also applies to puppies and He-Man.

This reminds me of that time I couldn’t find an exit in the airport and I had to live there for a year. Luckily I made great friends with the airport staff and fell in love with a leggy Catherine Zeta-Jones. Or was that a Tom Hanks movie? Well either way, I still have my best friend Bubba and some exciting plans for a career in shrimping.

Out of respect for our English users, I decided to find a game today that didn’t use any of the color Green. And then I remembered that I’m kind of mean, so I switched to trying to find a game with as much Green in it as possible. And then I named the post Green even though the game is called Heir.

You say toe-may-toe, I say toe-mah-toe,
you fire catapults and I fire trebuchets.
Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe, catapults, trebuchets,
let’s call the whole thing off!

Well I have a few of my own theories about colors. For instance, if you look closely at photos of the Apollo Moon Landing, you can see various colors in the pictures, therefore proving that man has in fact never been on the moon. Everybody knows the moon is made of cheese – not colors.

I’m MC Kat on the rap, so mic it
Here’s a little story and you’re sure to like it
Swift and sly and I’m playing it cool
With my home girl, Paula Abdul

Let me tell you something, I’ve been to the other side. They don’t have any cheesecake or grande 2-pump vanilla non-fat extra hot lattes over there, so don’t bother.

From Wikipedia: Going mechanical commando is the practice of not wearing underwear while piloting one’s mechanized assault vehicle.